Warhammer Throne

Since the giant Phoenix ship has been broken and cannot be repaired for the time being, he can only rely on the Enterprise to drag and provide some power to move forward. Targris simply came to stay on the Enterprise. Ryan managed to empty a room so that he could have a little personal space. However, there was no one in Targris hiding in the room to do research. Instead, he often came to the deck in a daze. No one knew what he was thinking, but no one dared to disturb the Supreme Mage.

Seeing Targris outside the door, Olica was not very surprised. She just looked at Targris with interest, her expression was a bit unhappy, but she still gave way: "It just so happens that I have something to do with me. you say."

Targris did not enter the room directly, but continued to stand at the door: "Is it convenient inside? Does it bother you?"

"It's not an interruption if it's an interruption. If it's not an interruption at all, it's a bit of an interruption." Orika stood at the door, and the dark elf smiled: "The master and madam still have time, but I suggest you come here at a different time next time."

"Your Excellency Targris? Please come in." At this moment, Ryan's voice came over. Targris glanced at Olica again. Seeing that the dark elf maid's face was always playful and interesting, he was secretly in his heart. He sighed, he still didn't understand why the dark elf in front of him would really want to be a maid by Ryan's side.

Similarly, Ryan really dared to accept it. Does he really know the origin of Olica?

Although there were many thoughts in his heart, since Ryan invited, Targris did not hesitate anymore. He stepped into the room. Ryan was sitting on the sofa with a faint smile on his face, and Su Liya's face was Slightly ruddy, the female knight is wearing a white short-sleeved one-piece dress of the rose castle today, showing her lazy mature and glamorous temperament. Her pair of perfect long legs are wrapped in iron-grey velvet super Thin silky pantyhose, silk feet stepped on a pair of cute bear slippers, I don't know why, Targris always felt that Su Liya seemed nervous.

But this was not something that Targris was considering. The Supreme Master greeted Ryan and Sulia, and declined Ryan's idea of ​​pouring wine or making tea for him. He sat down and said indifferently, "Ryan, The situation we are facing right now is indeed not so wonderful, although I am not sure why the undead pirates suddenly attacked us, and it seems that the main target is me, but after confirming the figure of the dark elf, we can already confirm the current situation. It’s already very dangerous for us."

"Is it to us or to you?" Ryan said slowly. The Knight King was wearing a casual suit today, a simple white shirt and brown breeches, without leggings, and the shirt cuffs were open. The Knight King remembered this one. Things couldn't help but frown.

"Both." Targris looked at Ryan with a serious attitude: "The high elves guard the Maelstrom, Ryan, if something happens to the Maelstrom, then the whole world will fall into the shadow of chaos, presumably you also know. Without the protection and help of high elves, and relying on humans alone, you cannot fight chaos."

"We are here to try..." Ryan wanted to emphasize that he and Fogen were planning to steal the Phoenix Sacred Fire Mantra Scroll, but the Knight King immediately felt that he would be too selfish if he answered like this, and Targris helped. After seeing a lot of them, Ryan thought for a while and nodded: "Well, you are right."

"How the undead pirates colluded with the dark elves, we have no way of understanding, but in my opinion, there are nothing more than two kinds, goals, or interests. If you look at it this way, it is not surprising that the two sides will form an alliance." Tai Gris went on to say: "Therefore, we must go back to Osuan and prepare for war. I have already sent a message to my brother that he will bring someone to meet us."

"You still think about it as always." Ryan nodded slowly. Targris was meticulous in thinking and clear logic, and he could choose the best solution in a complex situation under countless circumstances. Ryan admires and is temporarily inferior. : "Tegris, we discussed this in a meeting, and we all felt that the other party seemed to be coming for you."

"Yes, Lord Targris, we are all worried about you." Su Liya unnaturally took the fluffy teddy bear from the sofa and hugged it on her lap. The female knight took the topic: "This The battle is like a conspiracy against you."

"...No matter how you say it, things have happened. All I have to do now is to go back and prepare Osuan for the war." Targris said calmly. The Supreme Master glanced at Su Liya and said suddenly: "Very gorgeous and powerful sword skills, madam, the most powerful Swordmaster Hoss I have ever seen is ashamed of you."

"Thank you for the compliment, it's a pity that this sword skill is very expensive to use once, and I can't use it again in a short time." Su Liya said embarrassedly: "Well, don't be distracted because of me, Targris Fortunately, sir, you are fine, otherwise we don't know how to explain to the high elves."

Ryan's face was a little green after hearing it, and several days passed, and the "charge" he gave to Su Liya was less than half.

Madam, this trick must be used with caution! You are enjoying yourself, I am the one who suffers! It's me!

"Please don't worry, Madam. With me, brothers will not misunderstand." Targris thought that Lilith's choice of choice is quite careful. Indeed, if something happens to her, with Tyrion's character, It is very likely to immediately revenge and hate, and it is more likely to ignore the target's revenge: "Speaking of which, if so, can we think that the initial goal of the alliance between the undead and the dark spirit is us? This is one Field assassination?"

After finishing speaking, Targris did not look at Ryan, but cast his gaze on Olica behind Ryan.

Ryan thought for a while, and just about to answer, he felt his back sink.

Olica turned over from behind the sofa with a laugh, and the dark elf stretched out her arms around Ryan’s neck from behind and pressed directly on Ryan’s back. The knight king’s close-fitting maid kicked off the high heels and wrapped it in a white sling. The white and beautiful legs of silk stockings gently clamped Ryan's waist, and the dark elf laughed and said, "Master, madam, and the Supreme Master of the White Tower of Hess, are you interested in listening to me?"

"Well, you said." Ryan stretched out his hand and took Olica's little hand on his chest.

"Master, your analysis is wrong." The dark elf pressed his chin on Ryan's right shoulder: "For Truuzzi, do you know what is most attractive?"

"What is it? The Phoenix Court? The White Tower of Hess? Lothern is still the Maelstrom?" Ryan asked, and Taigris's pupils shrank, and the Supreme Master immediately said: "No, neither, at least these things are not. The first goal of the dark elves, the thing that the dark elves have always been most interested in in Osuan, is the sword of Kane on the Kane sword arena in the Barren Isles in the north of Osuan—the Widowmaker."

Kane's sword? Ryan and Suria are a little confused, but Targris vaguely feels that he has caught something: "You mean?"

"Yeah, and this attack is going to assassinate a Supreme Master, don't you think it's a bit shivering?" Olica smiled, "Although the movement is very loud, it depends on who it is aimed at, no matter how you say it. , This White Tower Supreme Master, wouldn't it be so easy to solve, right? In that case, why only send this person to attack?"

"Because the treatment has achieved the goal! They have diverted our attention through this means." Targris stood up suddenly, and the Supreme Master immediately realized that this was impolite, and hurriedly sat down: "Yes. Yes, I left out such a simple question. Whether this attack succeeds or fails, it is good for the dark elves."

"Suddenly?" Ryan and Su Liya looked at each other, both looking at Targris, Ryan also understood: "The dark elves attack us is vain, I want to take this opportunity to adjust the high elves!"

A flash of light flashed in Olica's amber eyes, but then disappeared, she just leaned on Ryan's back with a face of contentment.

"This seems to be an attack, an assassination, but the actual purpose is to move the main force of Azul away!" Targris quickly analyzed the situation: "Yes, whether it is success or failure, success Now, my brother must concentrate the army to start revenge. Even if he fails, Azul will be very nervous because of such a thing. The War Council will definitely concentrate the army on Lothern to prevent possible attacks by undead pirates. Success or failure, the goals of the undead and the dark elves have been achieved!"

"Then we immediately notify the High Elf War Council?" Ryan said immediately.

"It's late." There was finally a little expression on Targris's face, which was a bit unwilling: "I can be sure that at this time the War Council has already moved the main fleet to the south and concentrated the army in Lothern. I know my brother and those people in the War Council. I will talk about it at this time. They will not listen. Even if someone is willing to listen, the movement of the army is not so easy. Assur’s Confederate political system determines even the War Council. Do not order frequently. The major kingdoms do not like it. They will suspect that the War Council intends to destroy the glorious democratic self-government system of Azul since ancient times."

"Damn it." Ryan also thought, how proud Azul is, they would be willing to admit that they were fooled? The Knight King had to say to the maid lying behind his back: "Olika, why didn't you tell us this earlier?"

"Who made the master stay with his wife all day?" Olica's face bulged slightly, and the dark elf exuded a strong smell of resentment: "I can't find time to tell you, it's hard to find it. Now, this Supreme Master Mage is here."

"Cough cough cough..." Targris coughed awkwardly.

"Master, if you took me with you when you were playing games with your wife yesterday, I would have told you already, and I can tell you more~" Olica licked her lips: "As for those cousins ​​or something , It doesn't matter, it's best to die."

"Cough cough cough cough~" Targris continued to cough, Sulia's face was almost completely red, the female knight hurriedly buried her face on the teddy bear, and Ryan was also a little embarrassed: "Olica, why do you say this at this time? ."

"Anyway, Master, I just want to tell you that for Truuzzi, everyone firmly believes that the sword of Kane can give them the power to destroy this group of cousins." Olica said disapprovingly, her little head Gently rubbing against the back of Ryan’s neck: “Therefore, for the conquest and recapture of Osuan, getting the sword of Kane is the first thing, but I can tell you one thing here. listen."

Olica pretended to be mysterious, and when everyone focused on her, she said, "Our Majesty the Witch King actually really thinks too much, the so-called sword of Kane. , It must be in the hands of someone Kane likes to be able to exert its power. It is not that a cat or a dog can become an invincible Elario with the sword of Kane, and the Witch King always thinks that he can, he is."

"Actually?" Ryan thought Olica really knew a lot.

"Actually, Kane is not interested in the Witch King. The Witch King is too calm and rational. He rarely even gets emotional. Kane doesn't like such people, especially, what Kane really likes. He is an emotional, enthusiastic, and passionate warrior, just like the brother of the Great Master Baita in front of him, handsome, handsome and passionate." Orika smiled sweetly: "The God of Blood Hand hates Reason, what he likes most is people who are easy to be **** and possess powerful force and the art of killing at the same time, and the master is too rational."

"So what about Anglang?" Ryan was interested.

"That guy is so ugly that the God of Blood Hand will not be interested." Olica said casually: "And I said, God of Blood Hand likes high-level killing art, and it's not a brainless chaos. Chop it, Brother Fukun is about the same, but he is too calm and thinking about problems in his head."

"Understood." Targris has fully understood: "Anyway, thank you for your reminder. I will immediately inform the War Council of the information currently known."

"Huh! If it wasn't for the master's sake, I wouldn't tell you this." Olica said impatiently, "Well, if you know what you want to know, you can go out. Excuse me. I played a game with the master, Targris!"

"Olica!" Su Liya was so ashamed that she lowered her head and said nothing. Ryan said quickly: "Your Excellency Targris is..."

"No, it's okay." Targris coughed frantically and then got up. He wondered where I saw this scene?

Yes! Isn't this what happened when I met my brother once, when he and the Eternal Queen and the Eternal Queen's chief maid Isdrona? When Targris thought of this, he felt a little uncomfortable, and he didn't want to stay, so he immediately said goodbye: "In this case, I won't bother you."

After Targris went out, Ryan took Olica from behind into his arms and kissed the dark elf on the face: "Olica, have you concealed anything yet, just say it!"

"Then, the master wants to kiss another bite, and kiss here!" The dark elf stretched out his finger to touch his cherry lips.

After a Bretonian kiss, Olica said: "Master, I didn't say that before. Kane is not interested in the Witch King, but there is a powerful deity who admires the Witch King very much. "

"who is it?"

"Then, when the master and the wife are playing games together, take me and I will tell you."

"Olica, you are really, go with Ryan yourself!" Su Liya blushed, and took the teddy bear to hammer Ryan and Olica: "Don't bring me."

"You can do it!"

...I am the dividing line of the game...

About a week later, Osu'an offshore.

The fleet of high elves appeared on the open sea to welcome the human high-precision combined fleet.

The war lord of the High Elf War Council, Tyrion personally stood on the bow of a row of giant phoenix ships to welcome the arrival of the crowd.

After the giant Phoenix ship approached, Tyrion boarded the Enterprise. He saw the dwarf ironclad ship for the first time. He was amazed and wanted to try out the Sun Sword to see if the obsidian barrel was strong enough. Gris had already brought everyone along slowly.

"Thank you, Targris." Tyrion has a majestic and brave hair, his body is straight, handsome, and his handsome face and battle-tested formidable temperament make him the most dazzling star in the audience in an instant: "Also, mankind, welcome to Osu'an, the homeland of Asul, who made an exception to allow you to board this sacred land. Remember, this is your glory, and please abide by the local laws and regulations. "

"Welcome, His Majesty King Lane and Commander Fogen."

"Welcome to Osu'an, don't be surprised no matter what you see next!"

Ryan and Fogen glanced at each other, with a standard diplomatic smile on their faces.

"Ha ha."

"of course not."