Chapter 868, Usuan, a Dream

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

What is typical imperial human attire?

Generally speaking, it is the kind of ordinary facial features + weather-beaten wrinkled face + soiled fur coat or flowered clothes + messy unrecognizable coat of arms + soft hat (or simply bald head) that has been outdated for hundreds of years.

This cannot be blamed on Tyrion, because in his three hundred years of life, most of the warlords he saw were human businessmen operating in Lothern, and occasionally some human mercenaries, and what the high elves collected He naturally substituted part of the information about the leaders of the human empire in the old world.

In Lothern, it's not that there are no portraits of Ryan, but Tyrion has never been concerned about that. He has never seen it and is not interested.

Therefore, after seeing Ryan and Fulgrim appear, Tyrion frowned instinctively. The two humans in front of him seemed to be in their prime of life. With a charming demeanor that kills men, women and children, his long silver hair with no forks flows down the purple robe, and Tyrion has a feeling for a moment that the other party is the real noble person.

Ryan's temperament is not as coquettish as Forgen's, but the handsome and tough face, the straight standing posture, the elegant and tough demeanor, the absolute confidence in his eyes, and the bright and dazzling light all over him make Tyrion feel Lane is a lot like a guy.

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

It was quite different from what I had imagined. Two handsome human men came. This was beyond Tyrion's expectation. The Lord of War, the God's Chosen Champion of the Eternal Queen, and the Dragon of Cosquie originally prepared a lot of friendly diplomatic words. Seeing this scene, he didn’t know why he couldn’t say anything. He paused, and had to pick a few words and said: “Welcome, you must be the famous Knight King Ryan Malcador, who completed the Eight Peaks Mountain University. The expedition one."

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

Tyrion snorted, he showed a standard smile, without reaching out his hand, he said directly to Fulgrim: "Then you must be the commander of Fulgrim's Legion, and what happened to you in Lustria, even Ulthuan It's been heard in the courts."

"It's a great honor." Forgan also showed a standard smile.

"Well, Azul understands your contribution in this sea battle, and I would like to express my gratitude to you." Tyrion couldn't express the many words he had prepared in his stomach. He cleared his throat lightly, thinking What else to say, there is nothing to say.

An eerie silence fell on the deck.

The atmosphere was very embarrassing for a time, and Teclis could see this too. The Supreme Archmage sighed softly in his heart, and took the initiative to speak: "War Lord, Ryan and the others are very tired from the ocean voyage, and I will tell you the situation Now, let's not stay any longer, and return to Ulthuan as soon as possible."

After hearing this, Tyrion was noncommittal, and his eyes were still turning back and forth on Ryan and Fulgan: "This ironclad ship is not bad, it's a big hard piece of iron, and it looks quite strong."

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

"Your Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition must have benefited a lot." Tyrion said.

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

"You will have a chance." Tyrion looked a little absent-minded, his eyes flickered a few times, and he focused on the giant Phoenix ship towed behind the Enterprise, and finally found a topic: "How did it get damaged like this?" .”

"King Ryan, Commander Fulgrim, I'll go to that ship first, the navigator will help everyone pass through the magic fog as soon as possible." Tyrion immediately signaled that he wanted to check the damage of the Teclis phoenix ship. Level: "Please do what you want, oh yes, my people have brought a lot of fresh fruits, vegetables and meat, please don't look outside, enjoy it."

"Thank you." Ryan and Fulgan looked at the backs of Tyrion and Teclis in this way. Tyrion was followed by a group of silver-helmed knights. One of Onn's finest armies, the Dragon Princes were too cold and distant for the High Elves' cavalry, and the Arion Marauders too wild and brutal.

Only these silver-helmed knights are proud but not arrogant, brave but not lacking in self-cultivation. Their pure white robes still shine brightly under the dazzling silver armor of Isema, and their finely polished helmets reflect the scorching sun like a mirror. Tyrion's adjutant, Bellarion, followed behind the war lord. His peaked feathered helmet was decorated with white wings stretching backwards, showing his lofty status. Tyrion moved directly towards the severely damaged giant Phoenix. The ship went away, followed by Teclis, the Sword Master of Hoeth, and the Knights of the Silver Helm.

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

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

"Yes." Ryan sighed: "But our identity is destined to make it difficult to see the Eternal Queen, so this warlord is the actual speaker of Ulthuan, if he..."

"We'll see when the time comes, Ryan, relax." Forgan smiled: "It really doesn't work, let your maid figure out a way."

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

"Hahaha!"

On the other side, Tyrion boarded the dilapidated high-precision giant ship, and he signaled everyone not to follow, he wanted to have a few words with his younger brother.

The various bullet holes and destroyed facilities on the giant ship shocked Tyrion. There were traces of battles everywhere on the deck. Several eagle claw ballistas were destroyed. Tyrion reached out and touched the bullet holes on the giant ship : "Brother, do you still remember when we fought side by side and faced Slaanesh, the great demon En-Kali?"

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

"Very well, 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 happens again." Tyrion turned around, and he raised the corner of his mouth: "As long as We brothers are united."

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

"There are too many people talking, and the complicated situation makes me feel that Ulthuan is enemies in all directions." Tyrion turned around, and the golden-red phoenix texture on his silk cloak and the dove pattern with a green olive branch in its mouth complemented each other. , the former means that he is the descendant of Alario, and the latter means that he is the chosen champion of the Eternal Queen: "It is also outside, and inside."

Originally, Teclis could also wear it like this, but Teclis didn’t like it, especially when he was young and saw his brother being sought after by many people, countless elf girls surrounded him, and his only love was rejected. However, Teclis still prefers to wear the sea-blue robes belonging to the White Tower of Hoeth.

"It looks like my proposal is in trouble," Teclis said calmly.

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

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

"My little brother with an oak head." Tyrion laughed loudly: "You know what's going on, since that's the case, why bother talking about it."

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

"Why do you even know what to ask?"

The twins looked at each other tacitly, Tyrion continued to laugh, while Teclis 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's useless for us to fight, but if Alariel appears, then we are sinners, and Finnubar's side is not It’s easy to do, this matter, no matter if you don’t dispute it, I don’t believe that the undead pirates and dark elves can turn the world upside down.” Tyrion held the hilt of the Sun Sword at his waist: “Let them come anyway.”

"If you can't, go to Avalon, and I'll take care of it at the War Council." Teclis continued.

"Brother, don't go." Tyrion emphasized: "Instead of entangled in these things, let's discuss how to use these two dwarf ironclad 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. Lilith Favored person, as for that Fulgrim's strength is even more unfathomable, he is also the favorite of the snake god Sotek, look at the spear behind him, a gift from God, just like Kane's sword The same artifact." Teclis thought for a while, and then said: "Brother, the situation is special now, we must use their power, it's okay, let's give up a little bit."

"I'll return it?!" Tyrion suddenly raised his voice like a tiger whose tail had been trampled on: "I've been so polite and proactive in greeting them! I even sent food and gifts, could it be that... Are humans still dissatisfied? If I retreat again and again, how far will I, Asur, retreat?"

"Our Asur's regression may seem aggressive to humans, brother." Teclis turned around and took a few steps, walked to the side of the ship, looked at the endless ocean and the bright sun, sparkling , The sea and the sky connected: "I also know that it is difficult for you to do it. On one side are those people in the War Council, arguing all day long, and on the other side are Finnuba and the queen. This is Asur. We will always focus on the infinite In the endless palace vortex, but since this is the case, we are more..."

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

"They will be a great help," Teclis said.

"Probably." For this, Tyrion did not object. 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 monkeys, and two very powerful ironclad ships, naturally have to be used, alliances are needed, and some benefits are also needed.

Don't look at the high elves being so arrogant and feel that they are supercilious and arrogant. In fact, it is not entirely true. The high elves have built an extremely complete intelligence system for the old world. Every year, a large amount of information is first sent to Iffy in Marienburg. Tao Feidi, 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, which are non-fighting, special non-fighting, and miscellaneous fish.

What cannot be fought refers to the electors and the Duke's personal guards, the core elites and royal guards with a long history in the imperial provinces or the Duchy of Brittania, as well as the world-famous mercenary regiments in Tyrell.

In particular, it is impossible to fight including some tried-and-tested armies directly under the state, as well as many local professional armies with honorary titles.

All remaining armies are classified as "bad fish" level.

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

There are not many troops at this level, roughly the following: Knights of the Holy Grail, Knights of the Griffin, and Knights of Tal's Wrath (a small core knights affiliated to the Church of Nature, with about 20 or 30 knights, all riding real Griffins), Nuer Iron Armor, Teutonic Guard (inner ring organization of the White Wolf Knights), Rick Guard, and the Old Guard and Fulgrim's personal guard, the Phoenix Guard, which were only recently counted up.

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

"Then let's do this first." Tyrion and Teclis agreed on what to do for the time being. Tyrion was imposing and smiling proudly. He looked at the two dwarf ironclad ships and was already thinking about how he would lead them. A glorious victory was won by the combined army of human elves and undead pirates and dark elves.

Teclis, on the other hand, was worried. He knew his brother too well. This was just a temporary verbal agreement. How long it would take effect would depend 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 restraint of Tyrion and Teclis, the human army did not conflict with the elves again.

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

Olika stood on the side of the ship, looking at the gradually clear land in the distance, and the face of the dark elf showed a very rare sad expression.

"Ulthuan, have a dream."

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