Proof of the Sun King

In Tyrion's imagination, the images of Ryan and Forgan should be the typical imperial human dress.

What is a typical imperial human dress up?

It is roughly the kind of ordinary facial features + weather-beaten wrinkled face + dirty fur coat or flowery clothes + messy indistinguishable coat of arms + outdated soft hat for hundreds of years.

This can't be blamed on Tyrion, because most of what the war lords saw in his 300-year life were human merchants operating in Lothern, and occasionally some human mercenaries, and the ones collected by the high elves. Part of the information about the leader of the old world Empire of Humanity, he took it for granted.

In Lothern, Ryan's portrait is not absent, but it has never been something that Tyrion cares about. He has not seen it and is not interested.

Therefore, after seeing Ryan and Forgan appear, Tyrion frowned instinctively. The two humans in front of him seemed to be in their prime. Among them, Fugen was handsome and charming, and there was even a smell on his body. The moving popularity of men and women, young and old, and his long silver hair that is soft and non-split runs down the purple robe. Terrion has a feeling for a moment that the other party is the real noble man.

Ryan's temperament is not as coquettish as Fugen's, but his handsome and tough face, straight stance, gentle and tough bearing, absolute confidence in his eyes, and bright and dazzling light all over make Tyrion feel Lane is a lot like a man.

It is very similar to the lover of the Eternal Queen, who is known as the greatest champion warrior in the world, the most trusted war lord of the Phoenix King.

There is a big gap from what I imagined. There are two handsome men and handsome men from human beings. This is what Tyrion did not expect. The war lord, the eternal queen's chosen champion and the dragon of Ke Sikui originally prepared a lot of friendly diplomatic speeches. Seeing this scene, he couldn't say why, he paused, and had to pick two sentences and said: "Welcome, you must be the famous knight king Ryan Macado, who completed the Eight Peaks Mountain University. The one on the expedition."

"Yes, it's an honor to meet you, Your Excellency Tyrion." Ryan nodded, but he didn't come up.

Tyrion sighed, he showed a standard smile, did not stretch out his hand, and said directly to Fugan: "Then you must be the commander of Fugan's army, your affairs in Lustria, even if it is Osuan. The court heard it."

"It's an honor." Fugan also showed a standard smile.

"Well, Asur understands your contributions in this sea battle, and I thank you." Tyrion couldn't say a lot of words prepared in his stomach. He cleared his throat gently, thinking about it. Nothing more to say.

There was an eerie silence on the deck.

The atmosphere was very embarrassing for a time, and Tigris also saw this. The Supreme Archmage sighed in his heart and took the initiative to speak: "War lord, Ryan and the others are very tired from the ocean voyage, and I have told you all about the situation. , let's not stop, and return to Ulthuan as soon as possible."

Tyrion was noncommittal after listening to it, his eyes still circling back and forth on Ryan and Fulgan: "This ironclad ship is not bad. It's a big, hard piece of iron, and it looks pretty solid."

"If Your Excellency Tyrion is interested, I can send someone to show you the internal facilities of the Enterprise." Ryan said politely.

"Your Eight Peaks Expedition will definitely benefit a lot," Tyrion said.

"I've heard about Osuan's architectural art and magnificent culture for a long time, and I must see it this time." Fuggan said.

"You will have a chance." Tyrion looked a little absent-minded, his eyes flickered a few times, and he focused his attention on the huge Phoenix ship dragging behind the Enterprise, and finally found the topic: "Why is it damaged like this? ."

"King Ryan, Commander of Legion Fulgan, I'll go to that ship first, the navigator will help everyone to pass through the magical fog as soon as possible." Tyrion immediately signaled himself to check the damage of the Tegris Phoenix ship. Level: "Please do it yourself, oh right, my people brought a lot of fresh fruits, vegetables and meat, please don't show up and enjoy."

"Thank you." Ryan and Fulgan looked at the backs of Tyrion and Tigris like this. Tyrion was followed by a group of silver helmeted knights. These knights are examples of high elves' martial arts and bravery, and they are also Terry's. One of the most elite armies under Ang's command, the dragon princes are too cold and distant for the cavalry of the high elves, and the Arion raiders are too wild and cruel.

Only these silver-helmed knights are proud but not arrogant, heroic but not lacking in self-cultivation, their pure white robes still gleam under the dazzling silver armor of Isema, their finely polished helmets are like mirrors reflecting the scorching sun, Tyrion's lieutenant Bella Ryan followed behind the war lord, his pointed winged helmet decorated with white wings that stretched back, showing his exalted status, Tyrion directly directed towards the severely damaged Phoenix Giant. The ship walked away, followed by Tegris, the Sword Saint of Hoss, and the Silver Helmets.

"I think our trip to Ulthuan will not be easy, brother." Looking at Tyrion's back, Ryan said to Fugan.

"I think so too." Fulgan smiled and shook his head: "But isn't that what we thought about?"

"Yeah." Ryan sighed: "But our identities are destined to be difficult to see the Eternal Queen, so this war lord is the actual person of Osuan, if he..."

"Let's see later, Ryan, relax." Fugan smiled: "It's really not possible, let that maid of yours find a way."

"No, it's your maid." Ryan complained, "your maid is more useful than mine."

"Hahaha!"

On the other side, Tyrion boarded the tattered high-precision giant ship. He signaled that everyone did not need to keep up, and he wanted to have a few words with his brother.

The various bullet holes and destroyed facilities on the giant ship shocked Tyrion. The deck was full of traces of battle. Several eagle-claw ballistas were destroyed. Tyrion reached out and touched the bullet holes on the giant ship. : "Brother, do you remember when we fought side by side against Slaanesh-Kali?"

"Yes, I remember it fell off the cliff, because of my magic, because of your sword." Tigris nodded.

"Very good, we discussed at the time that the demon's revenge will never end, but we will not let it succeed, no matter how many times it comes back." We are brothers together."

"You're in trouble." Tigris smiled suddenly, which was rare.

"There are so many people and complicated situations, how do I feel that Ulthuan is an enemy in all directions." Tyrion turned around, the gold-red phoenix texture on his silk cloak and the dove with a green olive branch contrasted interestingly , the former means that he is a blood descendant of Elario, the latter means that he is the chosen champion of the Eternal Queen: "The outside is also, and the inside is also."

Originally, Tigris could also wear it like this, but Tigris didn't like it, especially when he was young when he saw his brother being sought after by thousands of people, countless elf girls circled around him, and his only one show of love was rejected. , Tigris still prefers to wear the sea blue robe that belongs to the Husbai Tower.

"Looks like I'm in trouble with my proposal," Tigris said calmly.

"No one wants to lose Lothern, that's where the Phoenix Royal Court is, especially when everyone thinks it's necessary, I respect your opinion, but not everyone respects it." Tyrion said casually.

"My magical idiot brother, arguing can't solve the problem, you should wait until I go back." Tigris said calmly: "You always screw things up like this."

"My oak-headed brother." Tyrion laughed. "You know what's going on, so why bother."

"Why do you stress the strange encounter we had in the Temple of Asuryan at that time?" Tigris pointed out.

"Why do you know why you ask?"

The twins looked at each other tacitly, Tyrion continued to laugh, while Tigris was silent, he thought for a while: "But I still want to fight!"

"Forget it, my oak-headed brother, this matter is very troublesome, Ela Ruili doesn't come out, no matter how we fight, it's useless, but if Ela Ruili shows up, then we are sinners, and Finnuba doesn't either. It's easy to do, this matter is not worth fighting for, and I don't believe that undead pirates and dark elves can turn the sky over." Tyrion held the hilt of the Yangyang sword around his waist: "Let them come."

"It's really not good, you go to Avalon, and I'll deal with the war council." Tigris continued.

"Brother, don't go." Tyrion emphasized: "Instead of worrying about these matters, let's discuss how to use these two dwarf ironclad ships to help us accomplish our goals."

"This is what I want to tell you, brother, these two human beings are very powerful, Ryan Malcador, the knight king of Brittany, who completed the great feat of the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition, and Lilith The person who favors, as for the strength of Fulgrim, he is also unfathomable. He is also the favorite of the snake **** Sotigo. Look at the spear behind him, the gift of God, just like the sword of Kane The same artifact." Tigris thought for a while, and then said: "Brother, the situation is special now, we must use their power, it's okay, give a little back three points."

"Should I return it?!" Tyrion suddenly raised his voice like a tiger whose tail had been stomped on: "I greeted them so politely and proactively! I also brought food and gifts, are these... Are humans still not satisfied? After retreating again and again, how far will I, Asur, retreat?"

"Our Asul's retreat may seem aggressive to humans, brother." Tigris turned around and took a few steps, walked to the side of the ship, and looked at the endless ocean and bright sunlight, sparkling. , Haitian said: "I also know that you are not easy to do. On one side are those people in the War Council, who are arguing all day long, and on the other side are Finnuba and the Queen, this is Asul, we will always focus on infinity In the endless palace whirlpool, but since this is the case, we are more..."

"I know what you want to say next." Tyrion interrupted Tigris, and the twin brother finally shook his head: "Well, as long as they don't cause trouble, I will restrict it more, only for my people. "

"They will be a powerful booster," Tigris said.

"Forget it." For this, Tyrion had no objection. He knew very well that with the alliance between the dark elves and the undead pirates, the high elves were already facing a serious crisis. The monkey, and two very powerful ironclad ships, naturally need to use it, form an alliance, and give some benefits.

Don't look at the high elves so arrogant and think that they are arrogant and arrogant. In fact, it is not entirely true. The high elves have already built a complete intelligence system for the old world. Every year, a large amount of information is sent to Iffy in Marienburg. Tao enclave, and then sent back to Ulthuan by sea, the high elves always control the situation of the world.

For the high elves, the army of human monkeys is roughly divided into three levels, namely, can't fight, especially can't fight, and miscellaneous fish.

The not-to-fight refers to the elector and ducal guards, the core elites and royal guards with a long history in the imperial provinces or the Duchy of Brittany~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the world-famous servants of Tyrell corps.

In particular, it includes some tried-and-true national armies, as well as many local professional armies with honorary numbers.

All remaining armies are classified as "trash fish".

However, in addition to these three levels, the high elves also have a hidden level, which is "specially capable".

There are not many armies at this level. There are roughly the following: Knights of the Holy Grail, Knights of the Griffin, Knights of Taal's Wrath, Noor's Armored Army, Teutonic Guards, Rick's Guards, and the most recent ones. The old guard and Fugen's personal guard, the Phoenix Guard, were only counted.

The high elves still maintain a certain amount of respect for such a particularly capable troop.

"Then let's do it first." Tyrion and Tigris agreed on what to do for the time being. Tyrion smiled proudly. He looked at the two dwarf ironclad ships and was already thinking about how he would lead the two ironclad ships. A glorious victory over the undead pirates and dark elves with the combined army of high-level human beings.

On the other hand, Tigris has hidden worries. He knows his brother too well. This is just a temporary verbal agreement. How long it can take effect depends on Tyrion's mood, and even depends on the opinions of the princes in the war council.

But in any case, for the next period of time, under the constraints of Tyrion and Tigris, the human army did not conflict with the elves again.

So, in September of the 2513 year of the imperial calendar, in the 350th year of the nautical king Finnuba calendar, Ryan and others experienced a long voyage and finally arrived at the home of the high elves, the paradise made by the ancient saints, Osuan.

Orika stood on the side of the ship, looking at the gradually clear land in the distance, a sad expression on the face of the dark elf was extremely rare.

"Uthuan, a dream."