Chapter 1124, Aenario's Last Bloodline

The latest website: Flattening the Eternal Peak is of course an angry word. Historically, the Longbeard War broke out during the period of the high elves Caledor II. At this time, the national power of the high elves has declined due to the Great Split, but they still have The strongest military force and many military elite nobles who have experienced many decisive battles with the dark elves.

As mentioned earlier, the high elf army at that time was all composed of military aristocrats. Almost every one of these soldiers was trained and cultivated as a professional soldier since childhood. They were not at all the semi-professional recruitment system and standing army system like the butcher king Tesiris later. In the back, the conscripted army of the reckless King Moville is comparable to the high-quality army.

With the incomparably powerful army at that time and the high-spirited and many dragon troops at that time, plus the number of people more than ten times more than now, the siege of Eternal Peak suffered several defeats, not to mention that the current high-spirited is just the glory of the past A glimmer of glory in a glorious era.

Teclis knew that if Imrik, Prince of Caledor, and his dragons were there, there was still a chance, but it was impossible without the dragons.

But this is Tyrion, and this is Hero of the High Elves, Chosen Champion of the Everqueen, Defender of Ulthuan, Dragon of Cosquey, High Lord of War, brother of Teclis.

Unlike Teclis, who is as cold as ice, Tyrion is like an eternal flame. The character of the war lord is doomed that he will never take the initiative to admit that the other party is stronger than himself, and admit that the other party is better than himself , in any case will not.

Tyrion has never been the only one who gives others a step down, and no one else will make Tyrion give in.

Therefore, even though Tyrion knew in his heart that it was impossible to level the Eternal Peak, he still wanted to say that. He knew a hundred, so he would say a hundred, because a hundred is a hundred! There are no discounts.

This is Tyrion, his approach is different from others.

All kinds of thoughts swirled in Teclis' mind, and the High Mages sighed inwardly.

I'm sorry, brother.

But Lilith told me that the Witch King Malekith was the one chosen by Asuryan.

He is the real Phoenix King!

Seeing that his younger brother Teclis was silent, Tyrion might have misunderstood it. Although the war lord is very proud, he is not stupid. He forced out a smile: "Of course, brother, it is a necessary situation. As long as the dwarves are sensible, we still have to give the dwarves a chance to redeem themselves."

"That's not what I'm worried about,

elder brother. Teclis shook his head: "What I'm worried about is that we all know where Nagashza is. Even if we arrived at Haimenguan and went south non-stop, it would take at least two months, and we won't arrive until next year. Even if we arrive, it is still a question of how much combat power the army still has. "

"I know this." Tyrion saw the problem very clearly. As mentioned earlier, Tyrion was proud, but not stupid: "Call everyone and have a meeting."

"yes."

Twenty minutes later, a very detailed map of the old world was hung in the dragon boat captain's room.

"The enemy is in Nagashza." Tyrion said simply: "This will be a very difficult rescue. According to intelligence, Nagashza is a very strong undead city, and it should have a large number of undead wizards and troops."

"Can we get the assistance of the dwarves?" Eltharion was as calm as ever.

"The dwarves High King Thorgrim may send an army, but we can never count on the dwarves." Tyrion said flatly: "In the end, we can only count on ourselves, Teclis, you can make that special warrior The monkey with his old guards, and a few more gold cup knights who are particularly capable of fighting to help us? The price is negotiable."

"Isn't it just money? Azul still lacks this wealth?" Attila, the Tyrannock princess, was filled with anger when she thought of Ryan. Her folding fan, Attila regards it as a lifelong shame.

The Second Archmage Belannar frowned but said nothing, while Teclis shook his head, the Supreme Archmage was thinking about what to say.

After thinking for a while, Teclis said: "As you all know, the King of Knights and his army suffered a lot in the Albiion expedition, and he himself was seriously injured by the original demon prince Belak..."

"Then just let the monkeys prepare supplies for us." Tyrion didn't take it seriously: "Don't they have some evil three guards built at the dwarf's place? Let them prepare the logistics and supplies. When we arrive Use it directly."

"Well, I'll contact them now." Teclis nodded.

"What about the Empire?" Tyrion asked next.

"There is no actual action from the empire." Adjutant Bellarion said.

"What does Temag eat?" Tyrion said displeasedly, "Don't he know the importance of Alisara? She is the future of our Azul! The Crown Prince of Ulthuan!!!"

"The news from Ambassador Temag is that...the empire doesn't know what they can do." Teclis took the stalking, and the Supreme Master looked at Tyrion helplessly: "Brother, I know you are very Hurry up, but you have to calm down, you won't be able to save Alisara."

"I know I know I know I know! I! I know! I know!" Tyrion patted the table hard and sighed. He knew he was anxious, but that was his daughter! It is the crystallization of his love with the eternal queen Alarielle!

"Damn it! Damn it! Letting them participate in the rescue of Alisara is the honor given to them by Asur, don't the monkeys know?!"

He's a little messed up.

What's more damning is that Kane, the god of blood hands, kept whispering in his ear.

Yes, yes, make noise, let anger and instinct lead your blade.

Only anger can save your daughter, only the sword...

Suddenly Tyrion shuddered, and something warm said over the angry voice.

You have to beat it, you can beat it, my champion, even if I'm not by your side.

Tyrion calmed down, and he quickly realized that impotent rage was not going to solve the problem.

The High Elf Expeditionary Army is like this. First, there are not many logistics materials prepared. Second, the improvised kingdoms are directly under the elite and standing army. Third, even where Alisara was caught, she was at a loss when she set off. It relies on the result of divination that the Archmage of the White Tower of Hoth and the Sword Master of Hoth have spent a lot of energy and magic power recently.

In fact, more careful planning and more troops should be the correct choice.

He is still on the ocean route, and there is nothing to discuss. Although Tyrion is in a hurry, the warlord has an advantage, that is, he never pours his emotions on his subordinates. Seeing that there is no more discussion, Tyrion ordered the meeting to end.

"Brother, stay for a while." Teclis was left behind: "What's the matter, brother?"

Tyrion seemed a little hesitant, and the war lord thought for a while before asking in a low voice, "Is there anything else in the prophecy of the Magister Council?"

"Other content?" Teclis was silent for a few seconds: "We only divined out where Alisara is."

"There is no follow-up. Have we rescued Alisara?" Tyrion asked: "Or something else? Anything will do."

"...No, brother, and sometimes divination is not accurate." Teclis shook his head: "The opponent's strength is not much weaker than mine."

"Thank you for your hard work. I know that super long-distance divination consumes magic power. Go and rest, brother, I am here." Tyrion was a little disappointed about this, and Tyrion was a little strange. Teclis was very silent today and said very little , In the past, he would always put forward some key suggestions, but now he has none at all.

Probably too much mana was consumed.

Coming out of the captain's cabin, Teclis still had an unsightly expression on his face, but he noticed that Altera, Princess of Tyrannock, had taken off her armor and put on a high elf satin lace tunic dress and a Laurel wreath, and a pair of small brown boots with flesh-colored suspender stockings, noble and elegant yet heroic and lively. Seeing Teclis come out, Etila nodded towards him, and was about to go inside.

"Go in now?" Teclis said suddenly.

"What is he doing?" Altila was a little surprised, Teclis never cared about Tyrion and his own affairs: "Is Drona inside?"

"...No." Teclis shook his head. He knew that the chief maid of the Eternal Queen was also Tyrion's lover. At this time, his brother had nowhere to vent his anger, and Etila and Istrona would naturally take turns to accompany him. My own brother, relieve his anger.

"Then what important thing is he doing?" Attila was still wondering.

"No." Teclis found that he had no reason to refuse Etila to go in: "Go in, brother, he needs you."

"You are a bit strange today, my Supreme Master." Etila was even more inexplicable.

Princess Tyrannorok went in, and then some voices came from the captain's cabin. Teclis didn't stop there, but turned and left.

My brother looked very impatient, exactly the same as before.

Teclis thought so, and he recalled when he was sixteen years old, he was sick and ugly at the time, and under the leadership of the white lion guard Colin and Aunt Marlene, he set off from Cosque to Lother En trip.

That lying trip was almost a terrible torture for Teclis, who was weak at the time, and his brother vomited from beginning to end.

And what about my brother?

Tyrion wasn't seasick at all. On the contrary, relying on his handsome appearance that the gods would be jealous of, his lively, cheerful and sunny personality, and his slightly shy appearance in front of the girl, he almost slept all the female sailors on the passenger ship.

Then when they arrived at their grandfather in Lothern, Tyrion quickly took care of the two elf maids. When he went out shopping, he was probably the most popular prince on the streets of Lothern. There were elf girls showing their favor everywhere, and then there was a banquet. Tyrion slept with a few more elf maids, and then their cousin, Teclis still remembered her name, Liesel, and the two of them sneaked into the small room inside halfway through the banquet. see it.

Walking all the way, shooting all the way, Teclis could only watch as women entered his brother's room one by one.

Of course, it was Aunt Marlene who had the deepest impact. Teclis recalled his dusty past, that aunt he secretly admired came to his room with medicine on his sixteenth birthday.

"Prince Teclis, it's time to drink your medicine."

"No, I won't drink!"

"What are you afraid of? I will poison you to death?"

"Do I need it?"

"You are so strange, Teclis, do you have something to say to me?"

"What the hell are you trying to do at my house with your soldier and that muscular concubine?"

"Are you jealous, Prince Teclis?"

Like being stabbed in the heart by a sharp knife, Teclis was very hurt by his aunt's words.

She has no love for herself.

I will never have the charm, strength, and beauty of my brother, Teclis sighed, but his heart was soon shrouded in a deeper haze.

Do you want to save Alisara?

Teclis's heart is vacillating. If according to the perspective of Azul and his brother and niece, he must be saved, of course he must be saved. Alisara is the future of Azul, the crown prince of Ulthuan, the future Master of Avalon.

But Lilith told me that in order to deal with ET and the maelstrom, the Avatar of Eight Winds must be created, and... my brother did not appear in Lilith's prophecy, on the contrary, the Witch King Malekith is the orthodox Phoenix King, This is not only 100% confirmed by Lilith, but even Teclis' own prophecy.

However, the prophecy must be right? Teclis was confused. Lilith had been preparing for the "New World" project full of confidence for thousands of years, but in the end she gave up as soon as she said she would give up. The Moon Goddess herself could give up thousands of years of preparation. Isn't it just like child's play? What if Asuryan also suddenly gave up on Malekith and chose his brother?

Lilith will choose Ryan. In fact, Teclis already has a lot of flaws, but he didn't say anything because the goddess' attitude is very firm. However, Ryan is too far away, and many things cannot be communicated. Compared with Ryan, who has his own interests, different races, and different influences, Teclis is of course more willing to trust his brother.

Countless emotions were intertwined and entangled, and the Supreme Master was extremely distressed. He could only close his eyes and pray to Lilith, the moon goddess of the high elves.

Lilith, please tell me what to do, please?

The soft words of the goddess of the moon were faintly echoing in Teclis' ears.

"Continue...our...plan...my dear...Teclis...this is the only...chance."