Warhammer Throne

The latest website: It is of course an angry word to pacify the Eternal Peak. In history, the battle of the long beard broke out during the period of the High Elf Calledo II. At this time, the national power of the High Elves has declined due to the Great Sundering, but still has the world The strongest military power and many military elite nobles who have experienced many decisive battles with the dark elves.

As mentioned earlier, the high elven army at that time was all composed of military nobles. Almost every one of these soldiers was trained and trained as a professional soldier from an early age. It was not the semi-professional recruiting system or the standing military system of the butcher king Taisiris. In the back, Moville, the reckless king, can be compared with the high-precision army of conscripts.

At that time, this extremely powerful army, high-precision and many dragon troops at the time, plus the number of more than ten times more than now, suffered several defeats in the siege of Eternal Peak, not to mention that the current high-precision is just the glory of the past. The afterglow of a brilliant era.

Targris knew that if Prince Imric of Calledo was with his dragon, there was still a chance, but there was no dragon without even thinking about it.

But this is Tyrion, this is the hero of the high elves, the champion of the eternal queen, the defender of Osuan, the dragon of Kesiquai, the war lord, and the brother of Targris.

Unlike Targris, who is as cold as ice, Tyrion is like a fire that never extinguishes. The character of the war lord is destined that he will never take the initiative to admit that the opponent is stronger than himself and that the opponent is better than himself under any circumstances. , Under no circumstances.

Only Tyrion was the only one to step down, and no one would allow Tyrion to make concessions.

Therefore, even if Tyrion knew that it was impossible to pacify the Eternal Peak, he still had to say that. He knew one hundred, so he had to talk about one hundred, because one hundred is one hundred! There are no discounts.

This is Tyrion, his approach is different from others.

All kinds of thoughts circled in Taigris' heart, and the Supreme Master sighed in his heart.

I'm sorry, brother.

But Lilith told me that the Witch King Malekis was the one chosen by Asu Yan.

He is the real one, Phoenix King!

Seeing his brother Targris was silent, Tyrion would be wrong. Although the war lord was very proud, he was not stupid. When Tarion was silent, Tyrion tried to endure the continuous emergence of his heart. The evil fire squeezed a smile: "Of course, brother, that is a compelling situation. As long as the dwarves are acquainted, we still have to give the dwarves a chance to atone for their sins."

"I am not worried about this, brother." Targris shook his head. "What I am worried about is that we all know where Nagash is stuck. Even if we arrive at Haimen Pass and go south without stopping, it will take at least two months. It won’t arrive until next year, and even if we arrive, it’s still a question of how powerful the army still has."

"I know this." Tyrion sees the problem very clearly. As mentioned earlier, Tyrion is arrogant, but not stupid: "Call everyone for a meeting."

"Yes."

Twenty minutes later, a very detailed old world map was hung in the dragon boat captain's room.

"The enemy is in Nagashza." Tyrion said simply: "This will be a very difficult rescue. According to intelligence, Nagashza is a very strong undead city fort, and it should have a large number of necromancers and troops."

"Can we get the assistance of the dwarves?" Issarian was as calm as ever.

"The Dwarf Supreme King Thorgrin may send an army, but we can never count on the dwarves." Tyrion said indifferently: "In the end, we can only count on ourselves, Targris, you can make that special. The monkey takes his old guards, and a few more special knights of the golden cup to assist us? The price is easy to negotiate."

"Isn't it just money, Azul still lacks this wealth?" Attila, the princess of Tyronrock, was full of anger when she thought of Ryan. She was defeated one-on-one by Ryan in the inner city of Osuan and also took Tyrion away. Her folding fan, Attila regards it as a life-long shame.

The second archmage Belannar frowned but didn't say a word, while Targris shook his head, the Supreme Master wanted to say.

After thinking for a while, Targris said: "As you know, the Knight King and his army lost a lot in the Orbian Expedition. He himself was seriously injured by the original Demon Prince Billac..."

"Then let the monkeys prepare supplies for us." Tyrion didn't take it seriously: "Didn't they have some evil place and three guards built on the dwarf? Let them prepare the logistics and supplies. When we arrive Use it directly."

"Well, I will call them now." Targris nodded.

"Where is the empire?" Tyrion asked again.

"There is no actual action on the side of the empire." Adjutant Bella Ryan said.

"What does Tamarg eat?" Tyrion said displeased: "Don't he know the importance of Ali Sarah? She is the future of our Asul! Osuan's crown prince!!!"

"The news from Ambassador Taimag is that... the Empire doesn't know what they can do." Taigris took the stubbornness, and the Supreme Master looked at Tyrion helplessly: "Brother, I know you are very Anxious, but you must calm down, so that you can’t save Ali Sara."

"I know I know I know I know! I! Know! Dao!" Tyrion patted the table hard and sighed. He knew he was anxious, but that was his daughter! It is the crystallization of his love with Eternal Queen Ela Ruili!

"Damn it! Damn it! It is the glory that Azul bestowed on them to allow them to participate in the rescue of Alisala, don't the monkeys know that?!"

He is a little messy.

What's more **** it is that Kane, the **** of blood hands, whispered constantly in his ear.

Yes, yes, make noise, let anger and instinct lead your sword.

Only anger can save your daughter, only the sword...

Suddenly, Tyrion struck a spirit, and certain warm words overwhelmed the angry voice.

You must defeat it, you can defeat it, my champion, even if I am not by your side.

Tyrion calmed down, and he soon realized that incompetent rage would not solve the problem.

This is the case with the High Elf Expeditionary Army. First, it did not prepare much logistics materials. Second, it was improvised by the elite and standing armies of the major kingdoms. Third, it was even confused when Alissa was caught. It is the result of the divination that the great Master of White Tower of Hesi and the Sword Saints of Hesi have spent a lot of energy and magic on.

In fact, the right choice should be more careful planning and gathering more troops.

Now he is still on the ocean line, and there is nothing to discuss. Although Tyrion is anxious, the warlord has an advantage, that is, he never pours his emotions on his subordinates. Seeing that there is no more discussion, Tyrion ordered the meeting to adjourn.

"Brother, you stay." Targris was left. "What's the matter, brother?"

Tyrion looked hesitant, the war lord thought over and over again, and then asked in a low voice, "Is there anything else in the prophecy of the Magister Council?"

"Something else?" Targris was silent for a few seconds: "We only fortune-tells where Alisala is."

"There is no after, did we rescue Ali Sara?" Tyrion asked, "Or something else? Anything will do."

"...No, brother, and divination is sometimes not accurate." Targris shook his head: "The opponent's strength is not much weaker than mine."

"Thank you, I know that super long-distance divination is very magical. Let's go and rest, brother, here is me." Tyrion was a little disappointed about this, and Tyrion was a little strange. Tyrion was very silent today and said very little In the past, he always made some key suggestions, but now he doesn't have any.

Probably the mana is consumed too much.

Coming out of the captain’s room, Targris still had an unsightly expression on his face, but he noticed that Attila, Princess Tyronrock, had taken off her armor and put on a high-grade elf satin and lace tunic dress. Laurel wreath, and a pair of small brown short boots with flesh-colored suspender stockings, noble and elegant yet heroic and lively. Seeing Taigris coming out, Attila nodded towards him and was about to walk inside.

"Go in now?" Targris said suddenly.

"What is he doing?" Attila was a little weird. Tarion usually didn't care about Tyrion and himself. "Isdrona is inside?"

"...No." Targris shook his head. He knew that the chief maid of the Eternal Queen was naturally Tyrion's lover. At this point, his brother was not angry, and Attila and Isdrona naturally took turns to accompany him. My brother, dispel his anger.

"Then what important thing is he doing?" Attila was still strange.

"Neither." Targris found that he had no reason to refuse Attila to go in: "Go in, brother he needs you."

"You are a little weird today, my Supreme Master." Attila was even more inexplicable.

Princess Teren Rock entered, and then some voices came from the captain's room. Targris did not stay longer, but turned and left.

My brother looked very anxious, exactly the same as before.

Taigris thought of this. He recalled when he was sixteen years old, when he was sick and ugly. Under the leadership of the white lion guard Colin and Aunt Marlene, he set off from Ke Sikui to Lother Well travel.

The lying trip was almost a terrible torture to Targris, who was weak at the time, and his brother spat from start to finish.

And what about brother?

Tyrion was not seasick at all, on the contrary, relying on his handsome appearance, lively and sunny personality and a little shy face to the girl, almost all the female sailors on the passenger ship fell asleep.

Then he went to Lothern and his grandfather. Tyrion quickly got the two elven maids. When he went out shopping, he might be the most popular prince on the streets of Lothern. There were elves and girls everywhere to show their favor, and then he held a banquet. Tyrion slept with a few more elven maids, and then their cousin. Targris still remembered her name, Lisael, halfway through the banquet. Two people sneaked into the small room inside. Hu Tianhudi, brothers all Look in the eyes.

Going all the way, all the way, Targris can only be like now, watching the women enter his brother's room.

Of course, it was Aunt Marlene who had the deepest influence. Targris recalled his dusty past, the appearance of her sixteenth birthday when her secretly admired aunt came to her room with medicine.

"Prince Targris, it's time to drink medicine."

"No, I don't drink it!"

"What are you afraid of? I will poison you?"

"Do I need it?"

"You are so strange, Targris, do you have something to tell me?"

"What do you want to do when you come to my house with your soldier and that muscular concubine?"

"Are you jealous? Prince Targris?"

It was like being pierced into the heart by a sharp knife, and Taigris was hurt by these words of aunt.

She has no love for herself at all.

I will never have the charm, strength and beauty of my brother, Targris sighed, but his heart was soon covered by a deeper haze.

Do you want to save Ali Sara?

Targris's heart is vacillating. If you say that according to the perspective of Asul and his brother and niece, if you want to save, of course, you must save. Alisala is the future of Asul, the crown prince of Osuan, the future Master of Avalon.

But Lilith told me that in order to deal with ET and the Maelstrom, the incarnation of the Eight Winds must be created, and... my brother did not appear in Lilith’s predictions. On the contrary, the Witch King Malekis is the orthodox Phoenix King. Not only is Lilith 100% sure of this, but even Targris's own prediction is like this~www.ltnovel.com~ But, must the prediction be correct? Targris was puzzled. Lilith's original confident "New World" plan had been prepared for thousands of years, but she gave up if she gave up. The Moon Goddess could give up thousands of years of preparation. This so-called orthodox Phoenix King Isn't it the same as child's play? What if Asu Yan suddenly gave up Malekis and chose his brother?

Lilith would choose Ryan. In fact, Targris already has a lot of slots, but he didn't say anything because of the goddess's very firm attitude, but Ryan is too far away, and many things are not communicated, plus Compared to Ryan, who has different interests and different races and different forces, Targris is of course more willing to trust his brother.

Countless kinds of feelings are intertwined and entangled. The Supreme Master is extremely distressed. He can only close his eyes and pray to Lilith, the goddess of the moon.

Lilith, please tell me what to do, okay?

The soft words of the Moon Goddess loomed in Targris's ears.

"Go on... our... plan... dear... Targris... this is the only... opportunity."