Warhammer Throne

PS: I'm sorry to be late. I went out to play today. As a result, the elders in the same industry insisted on going all the way. It took a lot of time, forgive me.

The challenge from Princess Attila was so wishful and showing his own taste. Ryan didn't know why, but he still decided to challenge.

On the one hand, it was because Princess Attila took the initiative to challenge, and it was an honorary duel. The identities of the two were equal, and Ryan had no reason to refuse. On the other hand, the arrogant appearance of the high elves during this period made Ryan quite unhappy.

In this way, among the onlookers of tens of thousands of high elves and dozens of human officers, Ryan and Princess Attila walked to the open space of the high elves barracks in the inner city. This is a round gladiator with a diameter of almost 30 meters. field.

"Both sides can use their own weapons. Attacking the opponent's arm counts one point, attacking the opponent's body counts two points, and attacking the opponent's head counts three points." Princess Attila coldly emphasized the rules of honor duel: "Accumulation The one who scores three points or loses the ability to resist is even defeated, do you hear clearly? Knight King?"

"I have a doubt. If it is a real sword duel, how can we guarantee that we won't accidentally get hurt?" Ryan raised his hand, and the Knight King said with a smile.

Throughout the barracks, the high-precision soldiers and the nearby high-precision nobles who came to watch the show roared with laughter.

"Hahahaha! Humans also know to be afraid?"

"Yes, after all, that is Princess Attila, who relied on an elite army to repel Prince Siegwald and the Chaos Barbarian Legion!"

"Guess, how many times can Princess Attila bring down this human knight king?"

"I guess, what the other side said is also a famous human hero, the winner of the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition, probably... thirty tricks?"

"I guess twenty-five moves!"

"Hey, why are you so conservative? Within 15 tricks, you will see the difference."

On the stand of the barracks, the high-precision nobles placed various bets. The inner city of Lothern was filled with high-precision nobles. He has a wealth of wealth, proud of participating in various high-precision political activities, and also proud of participating in various wars. Many of the children of the great nobles have served as the guards of the five high-precision fortresses all year round. Most of the family crests have them. The pattern of the gates of the five fortresses.

From this perspective alone, the high elves still seem to be martial arts.

However, since the poet King Isis, the spirit of martial arts of the high elves can no longer be the same as that of the glorious past. Most of the high-end nobles in the field have just served in a few fortress gates for a few decades and mixed their qualifications. Since ancient times, this kind of routine is not uncommon, so I won't talk about it here.

"Don't worry, I will keep my hand." Princess Attila was quite confident, her green eyes fixed on Ryan with a look of disdain: "As for you, as the king of knights, you can even control your own actions. Nothing?"

"Very good." Ryan didn't say any more, and that was what he was waiting for.

The two sides entered the venue and began to prepare for an honorary duel. Princess Attila raised the elven-quenched long sword in her hand. She recited a motto: "Lucky favors the brave."

"I am the sacred hammer, piercing the light of darkness." Ryan also drew out the goddess of vengeance, platinum flames and light blue rays of light surrounded the blade of the goddess of vengeance, and Ryan's whole body was looming in the platinum psychic flames and lightning. .

Many high-class nobles are still laughing at this knight king's insufficiency and self-esteem. Is it what you monkeys dare to say casually to pierce the light of darkness? What kind of virtue is not to take photos of yourself without soaking in urine?

However, a small number of the elite nobles who have been on the battlefield and have fought against the dark elves, the northern barbarians or the Anuri mountain beasts have closed their mouths, and even Princess Attila herself has felt a little bad.

The power gushing out of this human being...

The expression of Aysalion, who had been standing side by side watching coldly, changed slightly. He immediately reached out to hold the hilt of the Sword of Aysalion's Fangs on his waist and walked quickly to the side of the arena, ready to shoot at any time.

The duel began, and the two sides strode into the arena.

Princess Attila's height can only be considered higher than average among the elves, but it is still about 1.75 meters. She raised her head and looked at Ryan in front of her. She moved two steps laterally, and then held the sword in both hands, with the sword in the sky. A stride rushed directly towards Ryan: "For Tyronrock, for Osuan!"

The quenched long sword slammed down, the target hit Ryan's sword-holding wrist, and the silver blade turned into a streamer of training.

Ryan was calm and calm. He first took a step horizontally and avoided Princess Attila’s attack. The Nemesis carried a platinum flame and cut it from the air, directly hitting the center of the quenched long sword. Princess Attila snorted. The huge power from the sword almost made her unable to hold the hilt.

And Ryan's storm-like attack has just begun.

The nemesis shed platinum flames in the air, hitting the center of the quenched sword's blade. In the blink of an eye, several offensives from top to bottom made Princess Attila retreat, and the elf princess was forced to hold the sword with both hands. The handle lifted up, trying to vent Ryan's power and looking for a little space under his exquisite sword skills to try to counterattack.

There was no chance, the Nemesis swept across, the sword's edge turned into dozens of phantoms, first slammed the left side, and then quickly retreated to collect the sword. Ryan made a gorgeous back turn and let the Nemesis draw an arc in the air. He hacked down and launched a fierce attack from the other side.

Princess Attila had to move the blade again to try to block.

Slashing, slashing, the nemesis and the quenched longsword intersected in the middle of the blade. Under Ryan's control, he rotated a circle, turned his wrist and raised it, and the long sword in the hand of the elf princess flew directly into the sky in this way. When Princess Ra hadn't reacted, the King of Knight dexterously moved the Nemesis to his left hand, and quickly stretched out his right hand to take off the fan of the fairy princess pinned to his waist and open it.

In the next second, the opened fan of the flower fan rested on Attila’s throat: "That’s it? I think I should have won. Your Royal Highness, accept, may I be able to declare victory according to the custom of Azul. Is it?"

The audience was silent, and the audience was dumbfounded.

Only the humans burst into cheers. At this time, both the old guards and the Phoenix Guards couldn’t help but shout loudly. Even Julius, who had always been serious, smiled, thinking about this. Brother-in-law did a good job.

Asharion the Cruel found that the long sword from his waist was only half drawn.

"...It's impossible!" Princess Attila hasn't realized that she actually lost, and she has less than ten moves! She was defeated, her face was pale, and she took two steps back: "No, this is impossible. Your swordsmanship cannot be comparable to the war lord."

"So the Azuls are such guys who refuse to admit defeat?" Ryan smiled and put down the fan in his hand. The knight king's face was full of contempt and irony: "If you win, you will blow, and if you lose, you won't admit it? I've experienced it once in Esley, but I didn't expect to experience it again in Azul's side."

"I didn't deny it!" Princess Attila was a little bit frustrated. The elf princess backed up a few steps in a row. Her face was uncertain, but in the end she lowered her head: "I admit defeat, you win, human beings."

"Heh." Ryan let out a chuckle from his throat. He knew in his heart that the elf princess did not admit failure, but she secretly changed her concept. Defeated and actively surrendered were two concepts.

Worthy of being a high elf, even if it is defeated, there is still a saying, but the high elf is not as shameless and accustomed to tearing up treaties as the wood elf, and Ryan is too lazy to care. He took back the flower fan in his hand and thought for a while. Decided to give the other party a step down: "Forget it, I heard that Azul's honorary duel has so-called prizes, and I don't want any prizes. This fan should be my prize."

"But, it was given to me by the war lord..." The elf princess reached out and picked up the long sword that had fallen aside. She said anxiously: "Can you change one?"

"If you lose, you lose." At this time, Tyrion hurried over with a team of silver helmet knights. He sighed after seeing Princess Attila's defeat: "Give it to him, I will give it another one later. The new one is for you."

"Cut, have a special habit of perverted female accessories!"

"Shameless, man must be taking medicine!"

"Compare again, compare again!"

"Swordsmanship won't count, it's better than anything else, better than bow and arrow!"

The elven nobles in the nearby stands shouted one after another.

Tyrion’s face was a little bit uncontrollable. He knew the strength of Princess Attila. This elf princess was once his attendant and had some unexplainable relationship with him. The war lord wondered whether it was the human selected by Lilith. This The strength is about to catch up with me as the guardian of Osuan and the champion of the Eternal Queen's Chosen.

It seems that we can no longer be called a monkey. Also, the strength of humans must be evaluated again. Tyrion has a lot of thoughts in his mind. The combat power shown by this group of humans is really amazing. If humans in the old world are all With this kind of combat power...

"Ryan, you are so amazing. You defeated the elf princess in one fell swoop and took her flower fan as a trophy." Su Liya was very proud to watch Ryan return from victory. She also looked at Ryan with interest. Flower fan in hand: "Do you like this thing very much?"

"It's here to give you." Ryan quickly handed the flower fan to his wife, and he smiled and said, "I can't treat it as nothing happened, right?"

"Let's put it here." Su Liya didn't want anything other women had used in her heart, but the Knight Queen wouldn't embarrass Ryan in public. She knew Ryan was going to give Gao Jing a distraction.

Sure enough, the high-precision aspect is also somewhat of a face, swordsmanship is not better than they recognized, but immediately another elven prince stood up: "I am Prince Yrel from the Kingdom of Eleon, human, I want to compare arrows with you. Surgery."

"I don't know how to shoot arrows." Ryan was quite frank about this: "I am a knight, I have not experienced bow and arrow training."

"It's your business if you haven't been trained. Since you don't know how to bow and arrow as a king, isn't it the case that you humans have surrendered?" Prince Yrel said arrogantly, "That would be considered flat. NS?"

"I didn't say that there should be no fight." Ryan smiled: "Bertrand? Are you going to sign with the elf prince?"

"Yes!" Sir Bertrand, the commander of the old guards, strode out of the old guards, his eagle eyes were burning with the fire of hunting gods, and he was holding a super artifact blessed by Tal and Léa—— The Bow of Tal walked in front of Prince Yrel: "I'm here! How to compare?"

"Please." Prince Yrel continued to sneer, and human archery could be compared with Azul?

"Compare the shot first, then farther than the shot!"

"good!"

The two sides began to compete.

First came the 50-meter target. Bertrand and Yrel shot five arrows each, all hitting ten rings.

"One hundred meters!"

The two shot five arrows each, and all hit ten rings again!

"Two hundred meters!"

Bertrand tensed his bow, and the arrows he shot passed across the sky like meteors! Falling down.

"Ten Rings!"

Two hundred and fifty meters, still ten rings!

Three hundred meters, ten rings!

Three hundred and fifty meters, still ten rings!

400 meters, hit the nine ring!

The audience was shocked, even Tyrion couldn't close his mouth in surprise, and the tens of thousands of high-end elites all calmed down, and the needle drop could be heard.

Are all these humans monsters?

Prince Yrel was even more ashamed. His target of 350 meters could no longer hit the fifth ring, and even the target of 400 meters could not even hit the target.

What is the origin of this human being, why haven't we heard of it? Isn’t it said that the strongest archery master of mankind is the empire’s hunter marshal Marcus Wolfhart? Why did this person named Bertrand suddenly pop up?

Half the sea and half the flames, the humans cheered collectively, and the sound even covered the entire military camp with tens of thousands of elite troops.

"Hahahaha, that's it? This is it?" Ryan proudly slapped Bertrand on the shoulder to encourage him, and he said to Tyrion: "That's it? Excuse me, Lord Warlord, we are now qualified to evaluate the high elves. Is it fighting strength?"

"...Your Majesty the King of Knights said and laughed, you are originally qualified." Tyrion and the high-ranking nobles onlookers only felt hot on their faces, and the war lord followed with a smile: "Are we all allies, don't be so inconsistent." "

In this way, the military parade that was originally used to deter the human army has become a place for Len and others to declare their strength. The high-end elites consciously have no light on their faces, and the rest is over hastily. Finally, the military band played together. A high-precision military song "Phoenix Flag Never Fall" is the end of the military parade.

Finally, when Ryan was about to leave, he secretly placed his own crystal infused with psionic energy in an inconspicuous corner of the inner city, and then he could use it as a coordinate to directly transmit it.

…………I am this? That's it? ! The dividing line............

Everyone thought that after the military parade was over, the high-precision army would soon be pulled out.

The result is not.

In mid-November, two weeks after the army was assembled in Lothern, the High Elf War Council was still in constant meetings and quarrels about who would command the army, how to fight, how to command, and how to allocate forces. There was no agreement on how to march. .

The slow-moving high elves made Ryan and Fogen feel very impatient, but now the high-precision army is stationed in the inner city, and now it is sent in to find death, Ryan and others have to continue to wait for the opportunity.

At the same time, inside the small palace on the corner of the outer city of Lothern.

It was still a dark room, still the familiar floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the figure of the Witch King appeared in the mirror: "What happened to the false royal court? Why didn't you report the action plan to me? You will suffer because of your incompetence. Punishment, Omos!"

"Your Majesty, the imperial court has been unable to come up with a suitable military plan and deployment. I am anxious for them, really." The shadow said in an apologetic tone: "I have probed many times, and the war council has not yet reached an agreement. ."

"It sounds funny." Malekis said humorous words, but the shadow could feel angry from his voice. He bent down in fear so that the Witch King could not see his expression: "This is Consistent with the mother’s judgment, our cousins ​​will never unite without external pressure."

"There is also news from the Queen of Wu, Your Majesty?" Shadow asked humbly: "Can you share it? This is an important help for our next actions."

"Mother knows these cousins ​​very well, even better than she knows." Malekis said casually: "She and the hedonistic sect on Osuan's side have been in contact for thousands of years, and even I don't know all the contact information. , You never want to know."

"Yes." The shadow bowed quickly to express humility.

What a speech by the Witch King. Malekis doesn’t care about deception and self-assertion. He only cares if you are useful to him. He knows everything. Even if he doesn’t know, he will say that he knows, because he is the Witch King. , And when he admits that he doesn't know, he must know everything and observe everything with a foolish expression.

Similarly, only when Malekis is really close to his goal, he will show this kind of careless expression, so that everyone can't understand what he is thinking.

After being silent for a while, the shadow asked humblely: "Your Majesty, so what should I do next? Please specify."

Malekis continued to remain silent for several minutes. The humble servant knew that his master was thinking about everything, using that incomparable wisdom and broad view of the overall situation to comprehensively plan everything.

After a long time, the mirror finally spoke: "Forget it, we have no time to wait for these weak and useless relatives to grind down. I will immediately contact our undead ally and Lord Kraken Roxy-Fallen Heart, let They are preparing to attack the Kingdom of Tyronrock!"

"Tularis-Dreader and his army of Kane will attack Nagaris and the Deserted Islands from the north of Osuan!"

"The Skaven Skaven promised to create a flying machine to disrupt the Maelstrom, so that the secret guard and his army can appear on the Osu Island!"

"Your task is to lay out the troop deployment and strategic and tactical plans of this group of relatives... if there is any, communicate it to me as soon as possible!"

"Yes!" The shadow's voice couldn't stop the excitement and ecstasy.

Again, again, how many times it has been in six thousand years.

The revenge expedition against Osuan is about to begin again!

"Osuan, belong to me!"