The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 1 The Witch King's Chief Guard
Severed limbs, internal organs, and blood covered the ground. Countless elves were beheaded on the square. The horror left in their eyes was their last gift to the world.

And those healthy survivors were beaten by the slave masters with long whips, and they were stripped naked and howled and begged for mercy, but the elves who were watching laughed endlessly.

Rohan was riding a dark steed, followed by 60 black guards of Naggarond who were holding halberds and wearing black heavy armor.

Looking at the tragic scene on the street, a trace of pity flashed in Luo Han's eyes, but it was replaced by cold eyes in an instant.

This is already the fourth village that has been destroyed. If there is no accident, the southward hunting should be considered over this time.

That's right, such a cruel massacre of the village is nothing more than an ordinary safari in the eyes of Du Luqi, just like going out to hunt!
"Rohan, come here."

Not far away, a cold and piercing voice woke Luo Han up from the tragedy in front of him, and then he noticed a black figure looking at him in front of a fire not far away!

Luo Han hurriedly jumped off the saddle, walked quickly to the figure and bowed:
"Master Witch King, what instructions do you have?"

"Is it 100 years?"

what?
Rohan looked at the Witch King - Malekith with some doubts, not understanding what the 100 years he was talking about referred to.

Malekith's green eyes stared at Luohan, and Luohan hurriedly lowered his head in fright. He only felt the cold sweat pouring out of his back, and he was afraid that the other party would drop his hand and cut off his head in the next second.

"Forgot? You have served me for 100 years."

Hearing Malekith's words without any emotion, Rohan finally realized that this is the hundredth year since he traveled to the world of Warhammer!
I didn't expect the spicy chicken shreds to remember, did I do something wrong?
Luohan racked his brains, desperately recalling whether he had offended the Witch King, but found that he had been loyal for a hundred years, and he had never done anything wrong!

"Master Witch King is right, after today, it will be the 100th year since I met Lord Witch King."

Looking at Rohan who was still shivering in the cold wind, Malekith squinted his eyes in satisfaction. He was quite satisfied with this Drucci who claimed to be a time traveler.

It was a dark and windy night, and because he hated snow, Malekith was flying above the clouds on his dragon Seraphim.

The soft moonlight shone on the midnight armor of the Witch King, and there were no flattering words from his servants in his ears far away from the court, which made the Witch King fall into a rare relaxation...

"Help, ah, ah, ah—"

Suddenly, there was a scream from far to near, Malekith opened his eyes in dissatisfaction, and then he saw something created in the sky!
"what?"

Seraphim also looked up suspiciously, and then one person and one dragon saw a naked dark elf fall down beside them.

Malekith stared blankly at the bare-bottomed dark elf disappearing into the clouds, and after recovering, he patted Seraphim on the back and said:

"Go and see what's going on."

Seraphim's obedient carp stood up, and soon found the bare-bottomed dark elf who was screaming in the clouds.

Looking at the flawless naked butt in front of him, Seraphim couldn't help but licked his lips. Could this be a meal that God gave him?
The Witch King looked at this dark elf who fell down from nowhere, and grabbed the opponent's fate by the back of the neck, and the gauntlets grabbed the opponent's flesh, making the naked dark elf repeatedly beg for mercy.

……

Recalling the scene when the two met for the first time, Malekith raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then whispered:
"I said at the beginning, as long as you serve me for 100 years, I will set you free..."

"The great Witch King, did I do something wrong?"

Rohan was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He has been serving as Malekith's attendant for the past 100 years, so he knows a lot of little secrets about the Witch King.

For example, the Witch King often invites some sorceresses to "appreciate art" in Naggarond's castle; or some new maids sent by the Lord of Fear, Rohan is responsible for receiving and sending them to the Witch King's room!
Although every time Rohan would leave the castle wisely to clear the snow outside, who could guarantee that the Witch King, who was in a strange and unpredictable mood, would kill him to silence him?

After all, although he has trained with the Black Guards of Naggarond for decades, his strength is still a little bit behind the Witch King...

Rohan quietly glanced at the light screen in front of him, this is a secret that even Malekith never knew:

Rohan, Chief of the Witch King's Guard
Armor Strength: 60 (Silver Shield)
Leadership: 65
Movement Speed: 35/90 (Dark Steed)
Melee Attack: 40
Melee defense: 70 (good at defense because of being too cowardly)
Weapon Power: 300
Charge Bonus: 20 (of 40)

thing:

Features: [The lucky one selected by the system] Looting +15% after the battle, +25% probability of searching for magic items
【Killing Accomplishments】Work hard to please the God of Slaughter!

[You guys go first, I'm in the rear! 】Charge bonus -20, melee defense of the whole team +10
Looking at his rookie stats, Luo Han resolutely gave up the idea of ​​resistance, and obediently stood aside with his head bowed.

He knew that it was best not to talk at such a time, and just wait for the arrangement of spicy chicken shreds.

Malekith was obviously very satisfied with Rohan's attitude, so he said in a relatively soothing tone:

"I know that you are not satisfied with just being a guard by my side, after all you once said that you have the ability to travel through the world."

"Fuck, luck."

Rohan rubbed his hands in embarrassment. This was a dark history when he first came to Naggarond.

At that time, when he was young, he joked with Malekith in private, asking Malekith if he wanted to visit another world, which frightened the black guards who were standing guard at that time.

They thought that Rohan was referring to sending Malekith's soul to another world, meaning to kill Malekith, so a dozen halberds were pressed against Rohan's neck in an instant.

If Malekith didn't care about Rohan's jokes, I'm afraid Rohan would have been dragged by the witch spirits to meet Kane.

Since then, Rohan never said anything about time travel in front of Malekith, and only dared to make jokes in private.

　PS: I am not a professional Warhammer fan, some settings may be original, if you don’t like it, just go!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)