Proof of the Sun King

The leveling of the Eternal Peak is of course an angry word. Historically, the Battle of Longbeard broke out during the period of the high elves Caledor II. At this time, the national power of the high elves had declined due to the Great Secession, but they still had the strongest power in the world. Military power and many military elites and nobles who have experienced many decisive battles with the dark elves.

As mentioned earlier, the high elf army at that time was all composed of military nobles. Almost every one of these soldiers was trained and trained as a professional soldier since childhood, not the semi-professional recruitment system and standing army system of the butcher king Tesiris. In the back, the conscript army of Morville, the reckless king, can be compared.

With such an incomparably powerful army at that time, plus the high-level elites and many dragon troops at that time, and the number of troops was more than ten times larger than now, the siege of Eternal Peak suffered several major defeats, not to mention that the current high-level elites are only brilliant in the past. The afterglow of a glorious era.

Tigris knew that if Imric, Prince Caledor and his dragon were there, there was still a chance, but don't even think about it without the dragon.

But this is Tyrion, this is the hero of the High Elves, the Chosen Champion of the Eternal Queen, the Guardian of Ulthuan, the Dragon of Kosque, the High Lord of War, the brother of Tegris.

Unlike Tigris, who is as cold as ice, Tyrion is like a flame that never goes out. The character of the war lord is destined for him to never take the initiative to admit that the other party is stronger than himself and that the other party is better than himself under any circumstances. , under no circumstances.

Only Tyrion has always stepped down for others, and no one will let Tyrion give in.

Therefore, even if Tyrion knew in his heart that it was impossible to pacify the Everlasting Peak, he still had to say this. He knew a hundred, so he would say a hundred, because a hundred is a hundred! There are no discounts.

This is Tyrion, and his approach is different from others.

Various thoughts swirled around in Tigris' mind, and the Supreme Archmage sighed in his heart.

I'm sorry, brother.

But Lilith told me that the Witch King Malekith was the one chosen by Asuryan.

He is the real one, Phoenix King!

Seeing his younger brother Tigris silent, Tyrion would be wrong. Although the war lord is very proud, he is not stupid. Seeing that Tigris did not speak, Tyrion resisted and kept coming out from the depths of his heart. The evil fire, squeezed a smile: "Of course, brother, it is a last resort. As long as the dwarves know each other, we still have to give the dwarves a chance to atone for their sins."

"That's not what I'm worried about, brother." Tigris shook his head: "What I'm worried about is that we all know where Nagashza is. Even if we arrive at Haimen Pass and head south without stopping, it will take at least two months. , we won't arrive until next year, and even if we arrive, it's still a question of how much combat power the army still has."

"I know this." Tyrion sees the problem very clearly. As mentioned above, Tyrion is proud, but not stupid: "Call everyone and have a meeting."

"Yes."

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

"The enemy is in Nagashza." Tyrion said simply: "This will be a very difficult rescue. According to information, Nagashza is a very strong undead fortress, and there should be a large number of necromancers and troops."

"Can we get help from the dwarves?" Azharion was as calm as ever.

"The Dwarf High King Thorgrim may send an army, but we can never count on the dwarves." Tyrion said lightly: "In the end, we can only count on ourselves, Tigris, you can make that special The monkey brought his old guard, and a few more special knights of the golden cup to help us? The price is negotiable."

"Isn't it just money, does Assur still lack this wealth?" Tyronlock Princess Attila was full of anger when she thought of Ryan. She was defeated one-on-one by Ryan in the inner city of Uthuan and took away Tyrion's gift. Her folding fan, which Attila sees as a lifetime disgrace.

The second Archmage Belanar frowned but said nothing, while Tigris shook his head, and the Supreme Archmage wanted to say something.

After thinking for a while, Tigris said: "As you know, the King of Knights and his army suffered a lot in the Obian expedition, and he himself was seriously injured by the original demon prince Billak..."

"Then let the monkeys prepare supplies for us." Tyrion didn't take it seriously: "Didn't they have some badland three guards established in the dwarf? Let them prepare logistics and supplies, after we arrive. use it directly."

"Well, I'll contact them now." Tigris nodded.

"Where's the Empire?" Tyrion asked.

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

"What does Taimag eat?" Tyrion said displeasedly: "Don't he know the importance of Alisara? She is the future of our Assur! The Crown Prince of Ulthuan!!!"

"The news from Ambassador Taimag is that... the Empire doesn't know what they can do." Tigris took over the words, and the Supreme Archmage looked at Tyrion helplessly: "Brother, I know you are very Hurry, but you have to calm down, that won't save Alisara."

"I know I know I know I know! I! Know! Dao!" Tyrion slapped the table hard and sighed, he knew he was anxious, but that was his daughter! It is the crystallization of his love with the Eternal Queen Ella Riley!

"Damn it! Damn it! It's the glory that Asul gave them to have them participate in the rescue of Alisara. Don't the monkeys know that?!"

He is a little messed up.

What's more damning is that Kane, the **** of blood hands, kept whispering in his ear again.

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

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

Suddenly, Tyrion shuddered, and some warm words overwhelmed the angry voice.

You have to beat it, you can beat it, my champion, even when I'm not with you.

Tyrion calmed down, and he quickly realized that incompetent fury wouldn't solve the problem.

This is the case with the High Elf Expeditionary Force. First, they didn't prepare much logistical materials (it took dozens of boxes of treasure and various elven goods to prepare them for barter in the old world), and second, they temporarily assembled the elites directly under the command of the major kingdoms. And the standing army, the third and even where Alisara was caught, she was at a loss when she set off, relying on the recent divination by the Archmage of Hos Baita and the Juggernauts of Hos, who spent a lot of energy and magic power. result.

In fact, it should be the right choice to plan more carefully and to gather more troops.

It is still on the ocean route, and there is nothing to discuss. Although Tyrion is in a hurry, the war lord has an advantage, that is, he never pours his emotions on his subordinates. Seeing that there is no more discussion, Tyrion orders the meeting to end.

"Brother, you stay." Tigris was left behind: "What's the matter, brother?"

Tyrion seemed a little hesitant, and the war lord thought again and again before asking in a low voice, "Is there anything else in the prophecy of the Magistrate Council?"

"Other content?" Tigris was silent for a few seconds: "We only foretelled where Alisara was."

"There is nothing after that. Did we rescue Alisara?" Tyrion asked, "Or something else? Anything will do."

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

"It's hard work, I know that super long-distance divination consumes magic power. Go and rest, brother, I'm here." Tyrion was a little disappointed, and Tyrion was a little strange. Tygris was very silent today and said very few words. , he has always made some key suggestions in the past, and now he has none at all.

Probably too much magic power.

Coming out of the captain's room, Tigris still had a bad expression on his face, but he noticed that Princess Aytila ​​of Tyronlock had taken off her armor and put on a high-quality elf satin and lace corset. Laurel wreath, and a pair of small brown booties and flesh-colored suspender stockings, they were elegant and lively. Seeing Tigris coming out, Attila nodded at him and was about to go inside.

"Go in now?" said Tigris suddenly.

"What is he doing?" Attila was a little strange. Tigris usually never cared about Tyrion and himself: "Isdrana is in there?"

"...No." Tigris shook his head. He knew that the chief maid of the Eternal Queen was naturally also Tyrion's lover. At this time, his brother was no longer angry, and Attila and Isdrona naturally took turns to accompany him. My brother, relieve his anger.

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

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

"You're a little weird today, my Supreme Archmage." Attila was even more inexplicable.

Princess Tyronlock entered, and then some voices came from the captain's room. Tigris didn't stop, but turned and left.

The older brother looked very anxious, exactly the same as before.

Tigris thought so, he recalled the time when he was sixteen years old, when he was sick and ugly at the same time, under the leadership of the White Lion guard Colin and Aunt Marlene, from Ke Siquan to Lorther En's travel.

The lying trip was almost a terrifying ordeal for Tegris, who was weak at the time, and his younger brother vomited from head to tail.

And what about brother?

Tyrion was not seasick at all, on the contrary, relying on his handsome face that the gods were jealous of, his lively and cheerful personality, and his slightly shy appearance when facing girls, he almost slept all the female sailors on the passenger ship.

Then at Lothern's grandfather's place, Tyrion quickly got two elf maids. When he went out shopping, he was probably the most popular prince on the streets of Lothern. Elf girls were everywhere to show their affection, and then they held a banquet. Tyrion slept with a few more elf maids, and then their cousin, Tigris still remembered her name, Liesel, halfway through the banquet, two people sneaked into the small room inside, all the brothers. Look in the eyes.

Walking all the way, gun all the way, Tigris can only watch the women entering his brother's room as he is now.

Of course, it was Aunt Marlene who had the deepest influence. Tigris recalled his dusty past. On his sixteenth birthday, the aunt he secretly admired came to his room with medicine.

"Prince Tigris, it's time to drink the medicine."

"No, I don't drink!"

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

"Do I need it?"

"You're so surprised, Tigris, do you have something to say to me?"

"What on earth did you want to do when you brought your soldier and that muscular concubine to my house?"

"Are you jealous? Prince Tigris?"

Like being stabbed in the heart by a sharp knife, this aunt's words hurt Tegris very much.

She has no love for herself.

I'll never have the charisma, strength, and beauty of my brother~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tigris sighed, but a darker gloom soon engulfed his heart.

Are you going to save Alisara?

Tegris's heart was swaying, if according to Asul's point of view and the point of view of his brother and niece, if he wanted to save, of course he had to save, Alisara was the future of Asur, the crown prince of Uthuan, 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 prophecy. On the contrary, the witch king Malekith is the orthodox Phoenix King, This is not only 100% confirmed by Lilith, but even Tigris' own prophecy.

But is the prophecy right? Tigris was confused. Lilith had been preparing for the "New World" plan full of confidence for thousands of years. As a result, if she gave up, she would give up. The Moon Goddess herself could give up thousands of years of preparation. This is the so-called orthodox Phoenix King. Isn't it like a child's play? What if Asuryan also suddenly gave up Malekith and chose his brother?

Lilith would choose Ryan. In fact, Tigris already has a lot of flaws, but he didn't say anything for the sake of the goddess's very firm attitude. However, Ryan is too far away, and many things are not communicated with each other. Compared to Ryan, who has his own interests, races, and forces, of course, Tigris is more willing to trust his brother.

Countless emotions were intertwined and entangled, and the Supreme Master was extremely distressed. He could only close his eyes and pray to Lilith, the goddess of the high elf moon.

Lilith, please tell me what to do, please?

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

"Continue... our... plan... dear... Tigris... this is the only... chance."