Chapter 779, The Iron Curtain Falls

PS: Sorry for being late, I went out to play today, but the elders in the same company insisted on going all over, it took a lot of time, forgive me.

The challenge from Princess Attila smacked of wishful thinking and showing off, and Ryan didn't know why, but he decided to take it anyway.

On the one hand, it was because Princess Etila took the initiative to challenge, and it was an honor duel. The two were of equal status, and Ryan had no reason to refuse. On the other hand, the arrogant appearance of the high elves made Ryan quite unhappy.

In this way, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of high elves and dozens of human officers, Ryan and Princess Etila walked to the open space of the high elves barracks in the inner city. This is a circular gladiator with a diameter of about 30 meters. field.

"Both sides can use their own weapons. An attack on the opponent's arm is worth one point, an attack on the opponent's body is worth two points, and an attack on the opponent's head is worth three points." Princess Etila coldly emphasized the rules of honor duels: "Cumulative The one who gets three points or loses the ability to resist will be considered a loser, do you hear me clearly? King of Knights?"

"I have a doubt. If it is a real sword duel, how can we guarantee that we will not accidentally injure it?" Ryan raised his hand, and the King of Knights said with a smile.

In the entire barracks, the high-spirited soldiers and the nearby high-spirited nobles who came to watch the theater roared with laughter.

"Hahahaha! Do humans know how to be afraid?"

"That's right. After all, that's Princess Etila. She relied on an elite army to repel the champion of Slaanesh, Prince Sigvald, and the Chaos barbarian army!"

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

"I guess, according to what the other party said, he is also a famous human hero, the winner of the Great Expedition to Bafeng Mountain, about... thirty strokes?"

"I guess twenty-five strokes!"

"Hey, why are you so conservative, within fifteen moves, you will see the outcome."

On the stands of the barracks, the high-spirited nobles placed various bets. The inner city of Lothern was full of high-spirited nobles. The ancestors of many nobles could be traced back to the time when the Elf Empire was just established. Most of them were of noble blood, They have a lot of wealth and are proud of participating in various high-level political activities, and they are also proud of participating in various wars. Many of them are the children of the big nobles who have been guarding the gates of the five high-level fortresses all year round. Most of the family coats of arms have Patterns of the five fortress gates.

From this aspect alone, the high elves seem to be martial.

However, since the poet King Isis, the martial spirit of the high elves can no longer be compared with the glorious past,

Most of these high-end nobles in the arena just went to the gates of several fortresses to serve for a few decades to mix their qualifications. This kind of routine has been seen frequently since ancient times, so I won’t say much here.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it." Princess Etila was quite confident, her lake green eyes fixed on Ryan with a look of disdain: "As for you, as the king of knights, you can't even control your own actions. None?"

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

The two sides entered the arena and began to prepare for the honor duel. Princess Etila raised the elf tempered long sword in her hand, and she recited a motto: "Luck favors the brave."

"I am the holy hammer, piercing the light of darkness." Ryan also pulled out Nemesis, platinum flames and light blue light surrounded the sword of Nemesis, and Ryan's whole body was looming in the platinum spiritual flames and lightning .

Many high-spirited nobles are still laughing at this knight king's self-importance and self-importance. You monkeys dare to say the light that pierces the darkness? What kind of virtue is it to take care of yourself without urinating?

However, a small number of high-spirited nobles who have been on the battlefield and faced dark elves, northern barbarians, or beasts in the Anuli Mountains have shut their mouths, and even Princess Etila herself has already felt that something is not good.

The power erupting from this human being...

Altharion, who was standing on the sidelines and watching coldly, even changed his expression slightly. He immediately reached out and grabbed the hilt of Eltharion's Venom Sword at his waist, and walked quickly to the side of the arena, ready to strike at any time.

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

Princess Etila's height can only be considered higher than average among the elves, but she is still about 1.75 meters. She raised her head, looked at Ryan in front of her, moved two steps horizontally, and then held the sword with both hands, with the blade facing the sky. A lunge rushed directly towards Ryan: "For Terrenlock, for Ulthuan!"

The tempered long sword slammed down, and the target hit Ryan's wrist holding the sword, and the silver sword's edge turned into streamers of light.

Ryan was calm and calm. He first took a step horizontally and dodged Princess Etila's attack. The Nemesis cut down from the air with platinum flames and hit the middle of the tempered long sword directly. Princess Etila groaned, The huge force from the blade almost made her unable to hold the hilt.

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

The goddess of nemesis emitted strands of platinum fire in the air, hitting the middle of the blade of the tempered long sword. In the blink of an eye, several top-to-bottom attacks forced Princess Etila to retreat, and the elf princess was forced to hold the sword with both hands. The hilt was raised flat, trying to drain Ryan's strength and find a little space under his exquisite sword skills to try to counterattack.

There is no chance, the Nemesis swept across, the blade turned into dozens of phantoms, first slammed to the left, and then stepped back quickly to close the sword, Ryan made a gorgeous back turn and let the Nemesis draw an arc in the air Slash down and attack from the other side.

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

Slashing, slashing, Nemesis and the tempered long sword intersect in the middle. Under Ryan's control, they rotate a circle, turn their wrists and lift upwards, and the long sword in the elf princess's hand flies directly into the sky like this. Before Princess La could react, the King of Knights lightly shifted Nemesis to his left hand, and stretched out his right hand quickly to take off the flower fan pinned to Princess Elf's waist, and opened it.

In the next second, the fan bone of the opened flower fan hit Etila's throat: "That's it? I think I should have won, Your Royal Highness, please let me know if I can declare victory according to Azul's custom Is it gone?"

The audience was silent, the audience was stunned.

Only the human side erupted into cheers. At this time, both the old Guards officers and the Phoenix Guards couldn't help shouting loudly. Even Julius, who was always serious, smiled, thinking about this. Brother-in-law did a great job.

Eltharion the Ruthless found that the long sword at his waist was only half drawn.

"...It's impossible!" Princess Etila didn't realize until now that she actually lost, only less than ten moves! She was defeated by herself, her face was pale, and she took two steps back: "No, it's impossible, your swordsmanship cannot be comparable to the war lord."

"So the Asurs are the kind of guys who refuse to admit defeat?" Ryan smiled and put down the flower fan in his hand, and the Knight King's face was full of contempt and sarcasm: "If you win, you will brag, but if you lose, you won't admit it? I've experienced it once with Eisley, and I didn't expect to experience it again with Azul."

"I don't deny it!" Princess Etila was a little embarrassed, and the elf princess took a few steps back. Her face was uncertain, but she finally lowered her head: "I admit defeat, you win, human."

"Oh." Ryan let out a sneer from his throat. He knew in his heart that the elf princess did not admit defeat, but she secretly changed the concept. Being defeated and voluntarily admitting defeat are two concepts.

As expected of the high elves, even if they are defeated, they still have a way of saying, but the high elves are not as shameless as the wood elves and are used to tearing up treaties, so Ryan didn't bother to care about it. He took back the flower fan in his hand, thought about it, or Decided to give the other party a step down: "Forget it, I heard that there are so-called prizes in Asur's honor duel, 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 fell aside, and said anxiously, "Can I change it?"

"If you lose, you lose." At this time, Tyrion rushed over with a team of silver-helmed knights, and he sighed after seeing Princess Etila's defeat: "Give it to him, and I will give you another one later." New ones for you."

"Tch, a pervert who has a special penchant for women's accessories!"

"Shameless, humans must have taken medicine!"

"Compare again, compare again!"

"It doesn't count if you win in swordsmanship, you have to compete in other things, such as bow and arrow!"

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

Tyrion's face was a little uneasy. He knew the strength of Princess Etila. This elf princess used to be his attendant, and she also had some unclear relationship with him. The war lord thought it was Lilith's chosen human. My strength is almost catching up with me who is the Guardian of Ulthuan and the champion of the Everqueen's God's Chosen.

It seems that we can no longer be called monkeys in the future. Also, we must re-evaluate the strength of humans. Tyrion had many thoughts in his mind. The fighting power shown by this group of humans is really amazing. If humans in the old world If you have this fighting power...

"Ryan, you are so powerful. You defeated that elf princess in one fell swoop, and took her flower fan as a trophy." Suria watched Ryan return from victory with great pride, and she also looked at Ryan with interest The flower fan in his hand: "Do you really like this thing?"

"It's for you." Ryan hurriedly handed the flower fan to his wife. He smiled and said, "You can't pretend nothing happened, can you?"

"Let's put it here." Suria didn't want the things that other women used at all, but the Queen of Knights would not embarrass Ryan in public. She knew that Ryan was trying to give Gao Jing a bad reputation.

Sure enough, high-spirited people have to face to some extent, and their swordsmanship is inferior to their recognition, but immediately another elf prince stood up: "I am Prince Yrel from the Kingdom of Elyon, a human being, and I want to have an arrow competition with you!" technique."

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

"It's your fault if you haven't been trained. Since you are a king and you don't know how to bow and arrow, then you humans will admit defeat in this match?" Prince Yrel said rather arrogantly: "That's a fair fight." gone?"

"I didn't say I shouldn't fight." Ryan smiled: "Bertrand? Are you going to make gestures with this elf prince?"

"Obey!" Sir Bertrand, the commander of the old guard, strode out from the old guard, his eagle eyes were burning with the fire of the hunting god, and he was holding the super artifact blessed by Tal and Rhea—— The Bow of Taal walked up to Prince Yrel: "I'm coming! How do you compare?"

"Please." Prince Yrel couldn't stop laughing in his heart, can human archery be compared with Azul?

"First shoot accurately, then shoot far!"

"good!"

The two sides began to compete.

First up was the 50-meter target. Bertrand and Yrel each shot five arrows, all of which hit the tenth ring.

"One hundred meters!"

The two shot five arrows each, and all of them hit the ten rings!

"Two hundred meters!"

Bertrand tightened his bow, and the arrows he shot shot across the sky like shooting stars! fall down.

"Ten rings!"

Two hundred and fifty meters, or ten rings!

Three hundred meters, ten rings!

Three hundred and fifty meters, still ten rings!

Four hundred meters, hit the nine rings!

The audience was shocked, and even Tyrion couldn't keep his mouth shut in surprise. Tens of thousands of high-spirited people fell silent, and a needle could be heard.

Are these humans monsters?

Prince Yrel's face was even ashen. He couldn't hit the target within the fifth ring at 350 meters, and he couldn't even hit the target at 400 meters.

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 Marcus Wolfhart, the hunter marshal of the empire? Why did this guy named Bertrand appear all of a sudden?

Half the sea and half the flames, the humans cheered collectively, and the sound even covered the tens of thousands of high-skilled troops in the entire barracks.

"Hahahaha, that's it? That's it?" Ryan proudly stretched out his hand and patted Bertrand's shoulder as a sign of encouragement. He said to Tyrion, "That's it? May I ask Lord Warlord, we are now qualified to evaluate the high elves Are you ready to fight?"

"...His Majesty the Knight King just joked, you are qualified." Tyrion and the high-spirited nobles onlookers only felt their faces burning, and the war lord laughed and said: "We are allies, don't be so alien. "

In this way, the military parade, which was originally used to frighten the human army, became a place for Ryan and others to declare their strength. A high-spirited military song "Phoenix Flag Never Falls" is the end of this military parade.

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

... Is that all I am? That's it? ! The dividing line of ...

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

Turns out it didn't.

In mid-November, two weeks after the army assembled in Lothern, the High Elf War Council was still meeting and arguing over who would command the army, how to fight, how to command, and how to allocate troops. They had never reached an agreement on how to march .

Whispering, the slow-moving high elves made Ryan and Fulgen feel very impatient, but now the high-elf army is stationed in the inner city, and now teleporting in is courting death, Ryan and others have to continue to wait for the opportunity.

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

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

"Your Majesty, the puppet royal court has been unable to come up with a suitable military plan and deployment. I am worried for them, really." Shadow said in an apologetic tone: "I have checked many times, and the war council has not yet reached an agreement. .”

"That sounds very interesting." Malekith said humorous words, but the shadow could feel the anger in his voice, and he bent down in fear so that the Witch King could not see his expression: "That's true. Consistent with Mother's judgment, our cousins ​​would never have united without external pressure."

"The Witch Queen also has news, Your Majesty?" Shadow asked humbly: "Can you share it? This will be of great help to our next actions."

"Mother knows these cousins ​​very well, even better than herself." Malekith said casually: "She has thousands of years of contact with the Hedonism here in Ulthuan, and even I don't know all the contact information , you don’t even want to know.”

"Yes." Shadow hastily bowed in humility.

What a speech from the Witch King, Malekith doesn’t care about deceit and self-assertion, he only cares about whether you are useful to him, he knows everything, even if he doesn’t know, he will say he knows, because he is the Witch King , and when he admitted that he didn't know, he certainly knew everything, and watched it all with a befuddled expression.

Similarly, Malekith would only show this casual expression when he was really close to his goal, so that everyone could not understand what he was thinking.

After a moment of silence, Shadow asked humbly: "Your Majesty, so what should I do next? Please clarify."

Malekith continued to remain silent for several minutes. The humble servant knew that his master was thinking about everything, planning everything comprehensively with that incomparable intelligent mind and broad perspective.

After a long time, the mirror finally spoke: "Forget it, we don't have time to wait for these weak and useless relatives to grind down, I will immediately contact our undead ally and Kraken Lord Loxia-Fallen Heart, let They are starting to prepare to attack the Kingdom of Tyrannok!"

"Tularis-Dread and his army of Kaine will attack Nagareth and the Barren Isles from the north of Ulthuan!"

"The Skaven promised to create an aircraft to disrupt the maelstrom, so that the Keeper of Secrets and his legion can appear on Osu Safe Island!"

"Your task is to convey the military deployment and strategic and tactical plans of this group of relatives... If there is any, please convey it to me as soon as possible!"

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

Once again, again, I don't know how many times in the past six thousand years.

The Great Expedition of Revenge against Ulthuan is about to begin again!

"Ulthuan, belongs to me!"