Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 15 15. I love you

The Lyonnese were known for their internal strife and intrigues, which were attributed to the unusual geography of the area and, in particular, its many excellent fortifications. The northern region is dotted with mounds known locally as mounds. These mounds are roughly circular in shape, usually less than thirty meters high, with an almost flat top and very steep sides. There is an opening at the top, which leads to a complex cave inside. There is a drinkable underground river inside the cave. Avignon is built around this kind of earthen fort. There are buildings scattered in the village, and a three-meter-high fence is built around the village. There is also a circle of horse traps below.

Internal strife and conspiracies are the business of aristocratic gentlemen, and have nothing to do with Antoine. He is just a diligent and responsible stable boy, with a wife and children who love each other. His greatest hope is to make the two of them happy. The son can serve the noble lord and feed the lord good horses. It is best to become a sergeant or warden and shine in the family. The most outrageous thing I ever did was to show off the food that the noble Lord had given me crazily during the Thursday festival. It was the only meal in the year where I could eat enough. When collecting tithes, they would play clever tricks with the tax collectors, and try different ways to evade taxes, so as to give the saved subsidies to their families.

What is tithe?

There is a popular saying in Bretonnia: There is nothing in the world but the land of the king. Pay taxes and seek justice. The way of the common people is laborious. Only during the festive season can we take a break. When one measures his produce, he should pay ten nine. One out of ten can be kept for oneself. Bretonnia, the land of knights. This method loves the people, who dares not to be happy?

How compassionate is this virtue for the people? But it's understandable, after all, the ancestors of the knights suffered a lot when Gilles, the "unifier", founded Bretonnia.

Are you still evading taxes? How unruly is this? How disrespectful?

All the adult men in the village were mobilized tonight to prepare for possible attacks by beastmen, because it was too green tonight. However, I never expected that the beastmen did not wait, but a group of well-trained, well-equipped killing machines who were not afraid of death. Antoine could see clearly from the gatehouse. About thirty people, shouting words he couldn't understand, held their shields high, formed a formation and rushed towards the entrance of the village. When they almost rushed to the gatehouse, the old farmer above them Reacting, ring the bell quickly. The guy next to him was hit in the head by a crossbow arrow flying from below because he was holding a torch.

This group of people did not carry ladders or battering rams, nor did they try to climb in through the fence surrounding the village. Instead, they rushed directly to the gatehouse at the entrance of the village. As if it didn't exist, the group of people directly built a slope-like ladder, and several sad swordsmen directly took a running start, climbed up the gate tower and started killing. After all, Antoine had received military training. He had stabbed to death two inferior horned beasts and an orc boy. He had participated in the Battle of Cologne two years ago and stabbed to death a big man with an axe. Besides, his wife and children were still in the village, so he Can you bear this grievance?

Antoine thrust his spear straight at a sad swordsman who was carrying him on his back. The sad swordsman heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him and hurriedly turned sideways, narrowly avoiding it. The sad swordsman looked at Antoine in shock, as if he didn't understand why Antoine was so ungrateful. Then the sad swordsman's face was filled with anger, and he ignored the old farmer before and blocked the spear with his shield. On one side, he struck with a sword, and then kicked Antoine down with a kick.

Antoine's body fell off the gate, but his left forearm was still on the gate. He screamed in pain after falling. Fortunately, the gate tower was not high. With strong willpower and faith in his family, he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, staggering towards his residence. At this time, the village's There were already scattered people on the road. These people ran out directly after hearing the alarm bell. Some of them didn't even have time to put on their clothes. People were running around like headless flies. Some wanted to climb up the mound and run into the hole, and some wanted to run out through the side door. In the woods, despair and fear spread throughout the village.

Alan remembers waking up to a ringing and shouting, his mother dragging him and his brother out of bed and screaming at them to get dressed. He had never seen his mother so frightened.

He rubbed his eyes and asked curiously: "Mom, what's wrong?"

Alan's mother said with a trembling tone: "My dear Alan, we are about to embark on an adventure. Now we have to go through the woods to reach the cave."

big Adventure? Or was his mother taking him and his brother? Is there anything happier than this in this world? Alan immediately cheered up and laughed happily when he thought of this.

The mother and son had just walked to the door. A man covered in blood opened the door and fell to the ground. The mother and son screamed hysterically. Alan's mother recognized her husband and rushed to help him. Antoine struggled to stand up. The mother and son looked at Antoine's left hand in disbelief. Blood was still gushing out along the broken arm. Antoine's face turned pale, he raised his right hand and slapped his wife hard, and shouted: "My wife, cheer up, take the children through the gap in the fence, run out of the village to the cave in the forest, I will soon I’ll see you there and I love you.”

After saying that, Antoine held his wife tightly in his arms and kissed her hard. He picked up the wood-cutting ax by the door, looked at his wife and two sons with nostalgia, turned around and rushed out of the door, into the firelight in the distance.

The flames soared into the sky, and combined with the miserable green color of Morse Ribbon, they formed a light green that was as dreamlike as a dream. It gives people an unreal feeling, like a gem, shiny, clear, and like a will-o'-the-wisp.

The mother cried and grabbed Alan and his brother's hands and ran out the door. His mother's hands were still wet and bloody, but Alan felt that his mother was already dead.

The sounds of despair and fear were very close, and Alan saw the back of his father. His father held a logging ax in one hand and charged towards the enemy with a howl. His mother grabbed him, and when he looked over, his father had fallen to the ground. What greeted Alan's eyes was a horrific scene of massacre.

The fire began to spread to where they were, and thick smoke enveloped the entire village, exuding a suffocating smell. Terrifying sounds came from all directions, the clang of weapons clashing, the dying screams of the wounded, and the triumphant laughter.

These sounds sounded to Alan like roars from hell, and were about to reach an extremely terrifying climax.