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Eight hundred and sixty-eighth chapter Osuan dream a dream

In Tyrion's imagination, Lane and Fulgrim should look like typical Imperial humans.

What is a typical Imperial human look?

Basically, it's the kind of ordinary facial features + a weather-beaten wrinkled face + a dirty fur coat or floral dress + a mess of unrecognizable coat of arms + a soft hat that is hundreds of years out of date (or simply a bald head).

This cannot be blamed on Tyrion, because in his more than three hundred years of life, the war lord has mostly seen human merchants operating in Lothern. Occasionally, he can see some human mercenaries, and then there are those collected by the high elves. He took part of the information about the leader of the human empire in the old world as a matter of course.

There is no portrait of Ryan in Lothern, but that has never been something Tyrion cared about. He has never seen it and is not interested in it.

Therefore, after seeing Ryan and Fulgrim appear, Tyrion frowned instinctively. The two humans in front of him looked like they were in their prime. Fulgrim was very handsome and charming, and even had a He has a charming demeanor that kills both men and women, old and young. His long, smooth, silver hair flows down the purple robe. For a moment, Tyrion has a feeling that the other person is a truly noble and important person.

Ryan's temperament is not as charming as Fulgrim, but his handsome and tough face, upright stance, elegant and tenacious demeanor, as well as the absolute confidence in his eyes, and the bright and dazzling light around him all make Tyrion feel Ryan looks a lot like a person.

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

It was far different from what he imagined. Two handsome human men came. This was something Tyrion didn't expect. The War Lord, the Eternal Queen's Divinely Chosen Champion and the Dragon of Cosqui originally prepared a lot of friendly diplomatic words, but in the end Seeing this scene, he didn't know why he couldn't speak. He paused and could only choose a few words to say: "Welcome, you must be the famous Knight King Ryan Macado, who completed the Eight Peaks Mountain Challenge. The one on the expedition.”

"Yes, it's an honor to meet you, Lord Tyrion." Ryan nodded, but he did not come up.

Tyrion said "Oh", he showed a standard smile, did not reach out his hand, and said directly to Fulgrim: "Then you must be the commander of Fulgrim's army. What you did in Lustria, even Ulthuan Everyone in the court heard about it."

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

"Well, Azul understands your contribution in this great sea battle, and I would like to express my gratitude to you." Tyrion was unable to say many of the words he had prepared in his stomach. He cleared his throat gently and thought No matter what I say, there is nothing to say.

There was an eerie silence on the deck.

The atmosphere was very awkward for a time. Teclis could also see this. The Supreme Mage sighed softly in his heart and took the initiative to speak: "War Lord, Ryan and the others are very tired from the ocean voyage. I have also told you the situation. , let’s not stay any longer and return to Ulthuan as soon as possible.”

After hearing this, Tyrion was noncommittal, his eyes still moving back and forth between Ryan and Fulgan: "This armored ship is pretty good, it's a big hard block of iron and looks quite strong."

"If Lord Tyrion is interested, I can send someone to take you to visit the internal facilities of the Enterprise." Ryan said politely.

"Your expedition to Eight Peaks must have benefited a lot." Tyrion said.

"I have heard about Ulthuan's architectural art and magnificent culture for a long time, and I must see it this time." Fulgrim said.

"You will have a chance." Tyrion looked a little distracted. His eyes flickered a few times and he focused on the Phoenix giant ship towed behind the Enterprise. He finally found the topic: "Why was it damaged like this?

.”

"King Ryan, Commander Fulgrim, I will go to the ship first and have a look. The navigator will help everyone get through the magic fog as soon as possible." Tyrion immediately signaled that he wanted to check the damage to the Teclis Phoenix ship.

Degree: "Please help yourself. Oh, by the way, my people have brought a lot of fresh fruits, vegetables and meat. Please stay indoors and enjoy."

"Thank you." Ryan and Fulgrim just looked at the backs of Tyrion and Teclis. Tyrion was followed by a group of silver-helmeted knights. These knights are examples of martial arts and bravery for the high elves, and they are also examples of Tyrion.

One of the most elite troops under Ang's command, the Dragon Princes are too cold and distant for the High Elf cavalry, and the Elion Raiders are too wild and cruel.

Only these silver-helmeted knights are proud but not arrogant, brave but not lacking in cultivation. Their pure white robes still shine under the dazzling Isema silver armor. Their finely polished helmets reflect the scorching sun like bright mirrors.

Tyrion's lieutenant, Bellarine

Following the war lord, whose pointed winged helmet was decorated with white wings stretched backwards, highlighting his lofty status, Tyrion walked directly towards the severely damaged Phoenix giant ship. Teclis and He

Sword Master Si and the Silver Helmet Knights followed closely behind.

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

"I think so too." Fulgan smiled and shook his head: "But isn't that something we have considered?"

"Yes." Ryan sighed: "But our status is destined to make it difficult to see the Eternal Queen, so this war lord is the actual person in charge of Ulthuan. If he..."

"We'll see then, Ryan, relax." Fulgen smiled: "If it doesn't work, let your maid come up with a solution."

"No, it's your maid." Ryan complained: "Your maid is much more effective than my maid."

"Hahaha!"

On the other side, Tyrion boarded the tattered high-elite giant ship. He signaled that everyone did not need to follow him. He wanted to say a few words to his brother.

The various bullet holes and destroyed facilities on the giant ship shocked Tyrion. There were traces of battle everywhere on the deck. Several Eagle Claw ballistae were damaged. Tyrion reached out and touched the bullet holes on the giant ship.

: "Brother, do you still remember when we fought side by side against the Great Demon of Slaanesh, En-Kali?"

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

"Very good, we discussed at that time that the devil's revenge will never stop, but we will not let it succeed, no matter how many times it comes again." Tyrion turned around, and raised the corners of his mouth: "As long as

We brothers are united."

"You are in trouble." Teclis suddenly laughed, which was rare.

"There are so many people talking and the situation is complicated. Why do I feel that Ulthuan is surrounded by enemies on all sides?" Tyrion turned around. The golden-red phoenix pattern on his silk cloak contrasted with the pattern of a dove holding a green olive branch.

, the former means that he is the blood descendant of Alario, and the latter means that he is the God-chosen champion of the Eternal Queen: "It is the same on the outside, and it is the same on the inside."

Originally, Teclis could also dress like this, but Teclis didn't like it, especially when he saw his brother being sought after by everyone when he was young, with countless elf girls surrounding him, and after his only expression of love was rejected.

, Tigris still prefers to wear the sea blue robe belonging to the White Tower of Hoth.

"It looks like I'm in trouble with my proposal," Teclis said calmly.

"No one wants to lose Lothern. That is where the Phoenix King's Court is, especially when everyone thinks it is 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 get back." Teclis said calmly: "You always mess up things like this."

"My oak-headed brother." Tyrion laughed loudly: "You know what's going on. If that's the case, why bother talking about it."

"Why do you need to emphasize the strange encounter we had in the Asuryan Temple?" Teclis pointed out.

"Why do you ask even though you already know?"

The twins looked at each other in tacit understanding. Tyrion continued to laugh, while Tigris remained silent. He thought for a while: "But I still want to fight!"

"Forget it, my oak-headed brother, this matter is very troublesome. If Alarielle doesn't come out, it will be useless no matter how hard we argue. But if Alarielle appears, then we will be sinners, and Fenuba will not

It's easy to do. Even if we don't fight, I don't believe that the undead pirates and dark elves can turn the world upside down." Tyrion held the hilt of the Yanyang Sword at his waist: "Let them come as they please."

"If that doesn't work, go to Avalon and I'll take care of it from the War Council," Teclis continued.

"Brother, don't go." Tyrion emphasized: "Instead of worrying about these things, let's discuss how to use these two short iron-clad ships to help us achieve our goals."

"This is what I want to tell you, brother. These two humans are very powerful. Ryan Malcador is the Knight King of Britannia. He has completed the great feat of the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition, and Lilith is

Favored person, as for Fulgen, his strength is even more unfathomable. He is also

He is the favorite of the snake god Sotek. Look at the spear on his back. It is a gift from the gods, just like the sword of Kane." Teclis thought for a while and then said: "Brother,

The current situation is special and we must make use of their strength. It doesn't matter if we give in a little three points."

"Should I return it?!" Tyrion's voice suddenly rose up like a tiger whose tail was stepped on: "I greeted them so politely and proactively! I even sent them food and gifts. Could it be that these...

Are humans still dissatisfied? If we retreat again and again, how far will I, Asul, have to retreat?"

"Our Asur's retreat may be seen as aggressive by humans, brother." Teclis turned around and walked a few steps, walked to the side of the ship, and looked at the endless ocean and the bright sunshine, with sparkling waves.

, the sea and the sky meet: "I also

I know it’s not easy for you. On one side are those people from the War Council, arguing all day long, and on the other side are Fenuba and the Queen. This is Asul. We will always focus our energy on the endless palace whirlpool, but

In this case, we are more..."

"I know what you want to say next." Tyrion interrupted Teclis, and the twin brother finally shook his head: "Okay, as long as they don't cause trouble, I will restrict them more and limit them to my people.

"

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

"So be it." Tyrion had no objection to this. 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. At this time, a group of people came who were particularly capable of fighting.

There are monkeys and two very powerful armored ships. Naturally, we need to use them, form an alliance, and give them some benefits.

Although the high elves are so arrogant, you may think that they are arrogant and arrogant. In fact, this is not entirely true. The high elves have already established an extremely complete intelligence system for the old world. Every year, a large amount of intelligence is first sent to Ife in Marienburg.

Tao Enclave, and then sent back to Ulthuan by sea. The high elves are always in control of the situation in the world.

For the high elves, the army of human monkeys is roughly divided into three levels, namely, those who cannot fight, those who cannot fight especially, and those who are miscellaneous fish.

What cannot be mentioned are the electors' and dukes' personal guards, those core elite and royal guards with a long history in the imperial provinces or the Principality of Britannia, and Tyrell's world-famous mercenary regiments.

In particular, they cannot be attacked, including some time-tested national armies, as well as many local professional armies with honorary titles.

All remaining armies are classified as "miscellaneous fish".

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

There are not many armies at this level. There are roughly the following: Knights of the Holy Grail, Knights of the Gryphon, and Knights of the Wrath of Tarr (a small core knighthood affiliated to the Church of Nature, with about twenty or thirty knights, all riding real horses).

Griffins), Nur Armored Army, Teutonic Guards (the inner circle organization of the White Wolf Knights), Reik Guards, and the recently included Old Guards and Fulgrim's personal bodyguards, the Phoenix Guards

.

The high elves still maintain a certain degree of respect for this kind of unit that is particularly capable of fighting.

"Then let's do this for now." Tyrion and Teclis agreed on what to do for the time being. Tyrion was full of spirit and smiled proudly. He looked at the two dwarf ironclads and was already thinking about how he would lead these two ironclads.

The combined army with the human high elves defeated the undead pirates and dark elves and achieved a glorious victory.

Teclis, on the other hand, 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 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 Teclis, the human army did not conflict with the elves again.

So, in September of the Imperial Calendar of 2513, the 350th year of the One Piece Fenubar Calendar, Ryan and others went through a long voyage and finally arrived at Ulthuan, the home of the high elves and the paradise created by the ancient saints.

Orika stood on the side of the ship, looking at the increasingly clear land in the distance. The dark elf's face showed an extremely rare expression of sadness.

"Ulthuan, a dream."


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