Warhammer: Dark Elf

Alleria was so upset when she thought of that hateful Druchi bastard in Hemer. She sat in a daze in her seat, so lost in thought that she didn't hear what Tigris was talking about for a long time. The three wads of notes that Sarah threw over were also ignored.

Fortunately, Tigris had been paying attention to his friend's niece. Seeing that she was distracted, he naturally stood next to the table and cleared his throat. Alleria came back to her senses instantly, realized that she had lost her composure, and buried her head in reading in embarrassment.

"The book is upside down."

Teclis reminded the blushing girl in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

As a result, Alleria's face turned even redder.

This was just an insignificant episode in the classroom, and it was quickly overshadowed by Tigris's in-depth explanation of spells and the warm applause of the students.

Today's class is for students of all magic schools. The audience present is not only the apprentices of advanced magicians, but also the apprentices of life department, heaven department and many other factions, and some magic swordsmen also joined the class one after another during the break. .

The former Grand Master of the White Tower, Belannar, has gone to the Kingdom of Yris to repair the guiding stone. The successor Teclis has taken up the leadership of the academy. To everyone's surprise, his magical attainments even surpassed his teacher, and he has had Nothing less.

Therefore, many difficult problems that troubled the students were easily solved by Tigris in this class, and almost everyone looked excited because they had gained something.

The class ended with warm applause. Tigris asked the students to go first, but no one moved. Everyone sat respectfully in their seats, waiting for him to go first.

Teclis smiled helplessly when he saw this, took out a bottle of magic potion from his pocket and drank it, then picked up the moon staff of the goddess of magic Lilith and slowly walked out of the hall. No one laughed at him in the process. Instead, his expression became more solemn.

The Supreme Mage needs to take medicine regularly and hold the Lilith Moon Staff in order to move freely like a normal person. This is no secret in Ulsuen, and it does not affect his majestic image in the hearts of everyone.

Alleria and Alyssa walked last. When they walked out of the classroom, they saw the thin figure standing in the wind on the balcony next to the teleportation array.

Teclis held a staff in his hand and rolled up a corner of his cloak. His handsome face looked solemn as he looked into the distance. There were flying dragons among the turbulent clouds, and below him the city of Hos shrouded in golden light and the rolling majestic mountains.

The fragile and beautiful atmosphere of human beings, as well as the land that gave birth to Asul, is the homeland that Teclis strives for.

A long time ago, he had learned the true meaning of the Ending Moment from the goddess Lilith.

The invasion of Chaos is coming soon, and the entire world will be destroyed.

Before no one could foresee the crisis coming, he must take action and do something to save his compatriots.

Such a beautiful world should not be destroyed.

Teclis firmly believes that Chaos is not irresistible. Just as Caledor has been able to do so for thousands of years, he can also shoulder the future of Assur.

As his thoughts drifted away, Teclis didn't notice the two girls watching him from the side.

As one of the greatest heroes in the world and the most admired magician in Ulthuan, Teclis once effortlessly wiped out an entire Slaanesh warband, turned the tide in the Battle of Hysar Shoals, and killed the order with his own hands. The "Ten Men", the feared mage of Tzeentch, fought outside the Maelstrom and gained the upper hand with Enrica, the third-level demon of Slaanesh, and even faced off against the Witch King Malekith without losing. He is an undoubted legendary mage and the pride of the Asur clan.

Alleria, like all magic apprentices, would silently chant his name and pray for answers when she was in trouble. She regarded him as a guiding light on the road and followed his traces to become a powerful mage. I have seen his portraits on countless occasions and in books before. They all have different temperaments, but in every one of them, he is wearing the crown of war of Savri, and his deep eyes are always filled with the light of wisdom. ... However, there is no picture as melancholy and deep as the one in front of him.

What is he thinking about at this moment?

Nagaryth's War? Or more?

Even if you are as powerful as the Supreme Mage, will you still be in trouble?

"Uncle Tigris!" The big-hearted Alishara took Alleria's hand and approached her enthusiastically.

Hearing the familiar voice, Tigris turned around and restored his gentlemanly smile: "Every time I hear you call me uncle, I feel like I am getting old."

"No way? You are prettier than me now."

"Really? That sounds like I have a while to live."

"Master Teclis." Alleria used the respectful title in a distant and polite manner. The listener looked slightly sluggish, pursed his lips, and then smiled and nodded to hide the momentary disappointment that flashed in his eyes.

Every high elf kingdom has an unshirkable responsibility for the tragedy in the Kingdom of Yris.

If the reinforcements had arrived earlier, the royal capital would not have been reduced to ruins.

They owed Yris so much.

Teclis was traveling in the empire of the old world to spread magical knowledge to humans. He was not in Ulsuen, otherwise he would have rushed to Yris as soon as possible anyway.

Even so, Tigris still felt guilty.

"Is your uncle okay? I haven't seen him in a long time."

"He is very kind. Thank you, Grand Master, for your concern."

Tigris hummed, handed the one in his hand to Alleria, and said softly: "I know you are majoring in the life faction, although...ahem." He covered his chest and coughed. After a while, Alisara skillfully took out a bottle of Crouch's potion from the former's pocket and handed it over.

After drinking the medicine, Tigris felt a little better. He continued to say to Alleria: "Although I have not made any achievements in this field, I still... Well, some trivial insights are recorded in it. I hope it can help You help.”

Alleria looked moved after taking the thick note that was still warm.

"Thank you, great mentor. Actually, uncle..."

Teclis shook his hand, interrupted Alleria's words, and smiled warmly, "It's all in the past. He always knows what he is doing, and will not let the past blind his eyes when looking to the future. I believe him .”

Uncle was relieved... Aurelie actually wanted to say it, but seeing Tigris's sincere eyes, he seemed to have predicted his uncle's reaction, so he didn't say it anymore.

Sure enough, the best friends who have been together since childhood know the ins and outs.

Alisara was confused by the riddle conversation between her best friend and Tigris, but she felt that the atmosphere was good, so she said coquettishly: "Uncle Tigris is so partial. As for me, I want a gift too."

Tigris smiled knowingly, "It's not like you don't know that I'm very poor, so I can't give you any expensive gifts. But..."

"But what?"

"Brother did leave something for you."

"Really?! Let me see!"

Alyssa's eyes flickered.

Alishara hasn't seen her father for a long time since Phoenix King Fenubar entered the palace and closed the door. Uncle Tyrion has been taking care of her for a long time.

The relationship between the two is extremely deep.

Under the girl's expectant gaze, Tigris took out a string of beautiful crystal necklaces, especially the teardrop-shaped blue gemstone in the middle that was the most bizarre. The small one was no bigger than a human fingernail, but it was crystal clear and flawless inside. Snow-containing amber exudes a shimmering light in the dusk.

"The Tears of Ice of the Kingdom of Kislev, the shining pearls of the cold north, each one is priceless. My brother spent a lot of effort to buy it from Tsar Boris. Before he left, he specifically asked me to make sure I want to deliver it to you. How about it, are you satisfied, my little princess?"

"Of course I'm satisfied! I like whatever Uncle Tyrion gives me!"

Alisara happily hung the necklace around her neck and carefully hid the gem in her collar.

"Just like it. Brother asked me to tell you that he has always been caring about you. No matter what your appeal is or what problem you encounter, you can always come to him. Of course, the same goes for me."

Teclis stroked Alishara's hair softly, his eyes filled with a kind expression of concern for his younger generation.

In response to the intimacy between the two, Alleria on the side did not doubt that he was there, and felt sincerely happy that her best friend had received a gift.

"Aurelia, too. If you have any questions, just come to me and I will do my best. Since your uncle sent you to me, I have the responsibility to take good care of you for him."

"Thank you, Grand Master, I will."

The two women chatted with Tigris for a while before leaving the White Tower Academy.

During this period, Alyssa talked about going to prison Druzi, and Alleria thought for a moment before agreeing.

She also wanted to go back and confirm whether the fear lord was Hemo.

At this moment, Hermer was lying on the bed sickly, staring blankly at the moldy ceiling with his empty eyes.

For more than a month, he endured pain that no one at his age should have to endure.

"Hermer, another bottle of rum." Joseph Bergman said drunkenly as a short hand stretched out from the bars next door.

"Take whatever you want."

Helmer, who was so tired that he really didn't want to move, simply asked the dwarf to get it himself.

Under the eyes of the patrol guard, the staggering Joseph bent the iron window with his bare hands and swaggered into Hemer's cell. He felt as comfortable as if he were browsing his own underground wine cellar. He picked up a few bottles of wine at will and drank. He let out a long wine burp, "Thank you, I will write it down in my letter of gratitude."

"I want cheese! Double!"

"Take it, take it, take it, you can take it."

With Helmer's permission, Joseph helped Genevieve get two more portions of high-quality cheese, then walked out of the cell unhurriedly and pushed the bars back into shape.

The guard witnessed the whole process and was already used to it.

Anyway, the watchman has given instructions that as long as these people don't escape from prison or defecate anywhere, they don't have to worry about anything they do.

Jalil was arranging his goatee in the cell opposite. When he saw Helmer lying on the bed like a pig, his bleak and haggard look seemed to be rewarding himself for days and nights, he couldn't help but sigh, "If a man doesn't love himself, he will Like rotten cabbage.”

"Unlike me, he is a well-known handsome young man from all over the desert oasis of La Shinko. He is just handsome, and he is still young and promising and does not feel inferior."

"Have you ever heard of the story of Jalil and the Forty Thieves? It was just the most mediocre achievement in my glorious career, but to be blunt, many people would not be able to achieve such a feat in their lifetime."

"Speaking of which, it was a dark and stormy night when I left the royal court..."

Helmer really couldn't stand Jalil's chatter. Now he just wanted to let this Arabi guy be quiet for a while so that he could have a good sleep.

So he shouted something loudly, interrupting Jalil's boasting.

"Lao Jia."

"Ok?"

"Do you think there is a possibility? If a person hangs himself and suddenly finds the beauty in the world and doesn't want to die, can he use the power of his arms to lift his head out of the rope?"

"Genius idea. Wait, I'll try it."

Jalil took out his trousers belt, put it on the beam, spat into the palm of his hand, grabbed the rope to test its strength, and then hung up.

When the prisoners in the surrounding cells saw someone hanging, they whistled and started making noises.

But Jalil acted as if nothing was wrong. He even lowered his hands and placed them close to his neck to support gravity, and then swung his whole body back and forth like a swing.

Helmer suddenly sat up from the bed and exclaimed, Evil God!

Sure enough, Alibaba in the desert cannot be guessed using common sense.