Dark Eldar

The Yundar Grassland is vast and beautiful. Old Dema, the farmer, gets up early, almost every day. He has toiled his whole life, and his hair is now gray.

After a while, Elaine came out of the house. She was wearing a pair of simple straw slippers. Her feet, not covered by her long skirt, looked very white.

"That young man hasn't come back?" Dema asked as he was cleaning the cowshed.

"Yes, it's Father. He really didn't come back," Elaine said sweetly.

"Loki truly is a brave magician. Of all the people we've hosted, he's the first one who hasn't returned," Demar said, standing up and handing the milk bucket to Elaine.

Elaine took the iron bucket and went back inside to prepare breakfast.

"Click!! Click!"

Dema wielded his blunt axe with practiced ease. The pile of firewood beside him consisted of pieces of roughly the same length and thickness!

After chopping for a while, Dema put down his axe and drank some well water.

He gazed thoughtfully in the direction Loki had gone. He hoped Loki would return soon so he could "resupply" him.

Ludar, the rebel leader who had long since returned to the Void Fortress, sat silently on his throne.

Ludar, who didn't want to be cannon fodder, wasn't "cowardly." The burning scars from the "sacred fire" still seared his face.

"No! This is not fair!" Ludar roared.

The rotunda of the Void Fortress trembled, and the frail maids nearly dropped their plates in fright. (Identity: Slave)

"Why? Why? Why is the Dark Messenger always following me? Am I still the leader of the rebel army? Why are they treating me like this? What am I? No! No! This is not fair!" Ludar slammed the wine glass on the table to the ground.

The maids were terrified! They quickly ran to clean up, moving nimbly, afraid of angering their leader again.

"What's unfair about it?" Dark Messenger Dark appeared.

"You may all leave." Dark waved his hand, not wanting the lower classes to see his true form.

"Yes!" the maids replied in a quiet, unison. Then they hurriedly bowed their heads and retreated from the council hall with small, quick steps, gently closing the door behind them.

Ludar, sitting on the throne, hurriedly knelt down, trembling with fear. He mistakenly believed that the messenger of Dak should still be in another world.

"My lord, that's not what I meant," Ludall explained.

"Forget it! I won't bother with a mediocre person like you. I actually like you if you have some character. Ludar, why don't you gather your men now!" Darke ordered.

"My lord! Shall we renegotiate? Or should we plunder resources?"

"No, let's go to Yundar World."

"Yundar? The legendary wilderness? What's the point of going there, sir? Our warehouses already have plenty of treasure!"

"Your dirty junk is worthless! Let's go find the Hammer of the Creator! Only I know its whereabouts!" Dark sneered, plotting a scheme.

Ludar obediently took out his "Summoning Stone" from his pocket. His Summoning Stone was level 3 and could summon up to 5 life forms at a time.

"ÅØÑξÎΛ..." Ludar chanted the ancient incantation.

"Greetings, Leader!"

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The five henchmen are now assembled. They are: Barbarian King, Windfury, Ghost Laugh, Slayer, and "Enchantress". Barbarian King and Slayer are common, but Ludar has probably gathered the "elites" (rare elites).

Wind Fury and Ghost Laughter—their names sound impressive, but they are merely two "bounty hunters."

"Enchantress? Is that her real name? People usually have stage names. What about this one?" Dak guessed: Could Enchantress be Ludar's new lover?

The alluring woman standing at the very edge, with smoky makeup and a look that suggested she had just woken up, wore a black lace bodysuit, her legs trembling slightly. Even the semi-invisible Dark didn't dare to look at her too much.

"Dark magic is supposed to be completely immune to charm?? Who exactly is this woman? How could she be? Could she be from Eden?" Dark hadn't expected that the fool Ludar could...