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At the war council of the Phoenix King's Court in Lotharn, everyone was excited and clamorous.
The princes and princesses of the high elves, as well as the archmages, were having a heated discussion. Some who were worried about the little queen's safety even had tears in their eyes.
"Captured?"
"Then what are the dwarves doing in the mountains?"
"The whole diplomatic group was wiped out? Lord of War, are you sure? "
"Impossible, how can the undead have such strength?"
"Did they make a mistake?"
"Telemark wouldn't lie about this kind of information. Does he want to die?"
"So, Princess Alisala is really …"
"Assur above, Yisha above, Princess Alisala is the future of our Assur!"
"Can we confirm that Princess Alisala is still alive?"
"What should we do? What should we do?"
The whole war council was in an uproar. Hundreds of high elf princes and princesses, as well as the archmages, were arguing. Hundreds of mouths were speaking at the same time, making the war council hall, which was decorated with gold paintings, white marble, and sky-blue tapestries, echo.
Everyone started arguing again.
"This attack by the undead was premeditated. From the moment the diplomatic group left to the time they were ambushed, it revealed that Man Frey had been planning this for a long time!" Azarion, Prince of Iris, said coldly. As the guardian of Iris, Azarion tried to analyze the cause and effect of the matter. "This is a strong enemy. To be able to wipe out our diplomatic group and the army of the dwarves in one day, the enemy's strength is not to be underestimated."
"I seriously suspect that the son of a bitch, Manfred, must have the secret support of Chaos and the green skin!" A high elf prince from Lothar roared, "Kill them, kill them all! What's there to talk about? "
"I said 100 years ago that humans and dwarves are a group of wolves that can't be fed." Imrick, Prince of Kaldor, pointed his finger at Lord of War Tyrian, who made the decision to negotiate. He said fiercely, "What's the difference between these people and the green skin? Who was it that decided to negotiate with the dwarfs in the mountains? He has to be responsible for this! "
"Prince Imrick, the dwarves didn't do this! They didn't kidnap Her Highness!" The captain of the White Lion Guards, Kersil, immediately defended the Phoenix King, Finnuba. "His Majesty the Phoenix King is still willing to let go of the past and share peace with the dwarves. No one knew this would happen."
"What's the point of arguing about this now?" Princess Etilla of Taranloke stood up and said, "Lord of War, what is the decree of Her Majesty the Eternal Queen?"
Tyrion felt a splitting headache. He glanced at his younger brother, Tegris. High Elf Ossouin, Tegris, the Supreme Mage of the Council of Magisters of Hesbeth Tower in the Kingdom of Safry, was meditating with his eyes closed, not saying a word.
Tyrion felt his blood rushing to his head … No, all the blood in his body was rushing to his head.
My little brother, what are you doing? You're not going to give me any ideas, and you're not even saying a word?!
She's your niece!
Tyrion continued to take deep breaths. War Lord Tyrion looked at the noisy crowd in the hall and heard many cries. He couldn't help but roar, "Enough! Silence! The court is full of officials, crying at night until dawn, crying from dawn until night; can they still cry Manfred to death? "
"Her Majesty Alariel has decreed that Alariel must still be alive. She can feel that Alariel's power hasn't dissipated! She's still alive! "
Only then did everyone quiet down.
At that moment, the Phoenix King, Finnuba, spoke up.
The Phoenix King, who was sitting on the podium like a duck, tilted his head. After a long while, the slow duck finally spoke up. "Everyone, stop. What I mean is that we high elves are still willing to reconcile with the dwarves. This happened in the dwarven territory, but the dwarves …"
"But the dwarves must take responsibility!" Tyrion stood directly in front of the duck. The War Overlord was furious.
Fennuba, you still want to be a peacemaker in this situation?
She's your daughter in name.
"I don't care about that. No matter what happened to the dwarves, what does it have to do with us Assur? This happened in the dwarven territory. If we don't blame the dwarves, who else can we blame? How can we blame Assur? " Tyrion interrupted Finnuba neatly. The War Overlord continued, "This time, it's fine if we can save her, but if anything happens to the little queen, the dwarves must give us an explanation. Otherwise, Assur might flatten their Eternity Peak."
"That's right. It's all the dwarves' fault!"
"We shouldn't have trusted these dwarves!"
"Maybe they colluded with the vampires to threaten the throne of Assur."
"Just because they didn't do a good job, it's not too much for the dwarves to kneel and apologize to us, right?"
"It's also possible that the humans colluded with the undead. Isn't Man Frey the Kurfürst of Sylvania in the Empire?"
"Also, are the three guards of Brittany's Wretched Lands all useless? Or have they already colluded with the undead? "
"I think it's also possible that they're green-skinned."
"Could it be that our cousin is among them?"
"Forget it. Let's destroy the undead first and flatten their fortresses. Then, we'll start with the dwarves and deal with them one by one!"
Tyrion looked at this scene with satisfaction. Assur was completely furious. The next thing to do was to arrange for troops to go to the Wretched Lands immediately and take back his daughter.
Alissanda, wait for me. Dad will come to take you home soon.
Finnuba looked helplessly at Tyrion who had provoked the anger of the entire Assur. The Phoenix King returned to being a dull duck. He shook his head with a bitter smile and leaned back in his chair again, no longer intending to speak.
The smart Finnuba knew that it was useless to say anything now that everyone's emotions were turbulent. Finnuba's own strength was not enough. He had to make sure that he was in the majority and politically correct at all times.
At this time, Finnuba could not help but miss the Knight King, Laing Macado, whom he had met before. The Phoenix King really envied Laing in his heart. That was what a king should be.
Himself? More like a peacemaker.
Damn it, how did the country become like this?
Tyrion struck while the iron was hot. The War Overlord immediately began to give orders. "The enemy's strength is indeed very strong. They were able to destroy our envoy group and the dwarven army in a day. They were even not afraid of Alissanda's magic. This is no longer an ordinary undead. We have to give them a heavy blow!"
"Yes, we have to give them a heavy blow!" The High Elf Princes echoed.
Tyrion immediately began to assign tasks. The War Overlord called out first. "Tegris, I need your help."
"Yes, brother." Tegris's face was as calm as an ancient well. No one could tell what the supreme mage was thinking.
The words of the Moon Goddess, Lilith, were still echoing in Tegris's ears.
"Bellannar, I need the power of your Arcane Phoenix and the Sword Saints of Horus!" Tyrion looked at the second Archmage of the White Tower Council, Bellannar, the Wise.
"The White Tower of Horus is willing to fight for Alissanda and the War Overlord." Bellannar took a step forward.
"Azarion?"
Prince Iris also stepped forward. "By Ladria, the Watchers will always fight for Ossouin."
"Etilla, we have to trouble you this time as well."
Tyren Locke's princess strode forward. Auntie looked at Tyren Locke with eyes full of affection and trust. "I have already offered my sword to you. My war lord, Tyren Locke's war chariot, is yours to ride."
"In the name of the Queen of Eternity, the Avalon sisters will wash away their sins." The head maid of the Queen of Eternity, Istrona, took a step forward.
"The silver-armored knights will always follow the War Overlord," said Bellarion, Tyrion's adjutant.
"The ships of Kosikwe will follow the waves and send you to the Old World," said the High Elf Prince of Kosikwe.
Tyrion looked at Prince Imrick of Kaldor with an expectant expression. "We need Kaldor's dragons and the bloody lances of the Dragon Princes. Imrick, are you ready?"
"I'm sorry, but Kaldor will not be participating in this operation." Imrick raised his chin, the Yserama Silver Dragon Horn hanging from his waist. Prince Kaldor was arrogant and full of disdain. "This is all your fault, Tyrion. Who was the one who decided to send the little queen to the Old World? You're the one who caused this trouble, but you don't solve it yourself. You only know how to blame it on the great Fire Knights of Kaldor? You really disgust me. You should solve your own problems. We, Kaldor, still have a more important mission to protect Osurian. "
"Imrick!" Tyrion was rejected in disbelief. The War Overlord took a step forward, his voice distorted and exposed. "That's Alisala! Our little Eternal Queen! "
"Oh? Is that so? Isn't she your little Eternal Queen? "Imrick sneered.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Tyrion took another step forward and grabbed Imrick's collar. "You're not even willing to unite with us at a time like this? Do you really not want to be Assur anymore? "
"Kaldor is only loyal to the bloodline of the Phoenix King. I'll emphasize it again. The bloodline of the Phoenix King." Imrick slapped Tyrion's hand away and sneered. "Our War Overlord, you're so powerful! Are you using the former Phoenix King's sword to order the prince who is loyal to the current Phoenix King? "
The moment the words' bloodline of the Phoenix King 'were uttered, everyone fell silent.
Tyrion's face turned pale, but he couldn't say anything else. His vision suddenly turned black and he saw stars. He quickly steadied himself and didn't let himself lose his composure.
Fennuba, who was sitting on the throne, turned pale and red. The Phoenix King looked down at Tyrion and sighed. At the same time, he gestured for the captain of the White Lion Guards to stay put.
Imrick laughed and left the hall. "Go, Tyrion. Kaldor will be responsible for protecting Ossouin when you're not around. Remember not to be gone for too long."
After a few minutes of silence, Tyrion sighed. The War Overlord had also received the promise of help from the Erion Kingdom's cavalry and a group of Rosseln's coastal guards. He didn't want to wait any longer. He ordered the troops to go to the old world as soon as possible to rescue Alisala!
After everything was arranged, Tyrion suddenly remembered something. He turned to Finnuba and asked, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"
The Keda Duck on the Phoenix Throne nodded blankly, "Let's do as Tyrion says."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Tyrion turned to leave. But halfway through, he remembered something and turned back. "Your Majesty, I'll have to trouble Your Majesty to deal with the dwarves and humans. We're going to the Badlands this time. Maybe … we can give the dwarves a chance to redeem themselves. If the dwarves of Eternity Peak and Eight Peaks Mountain can help us or at least provide us with supplies, we'll have a better chance of rescuing Princess Alisala. Her safety is the most important thing."
"Uh … Yes, I understand, Tyrion." Finnuba nodded again. The Phoenix King then thought of something. "What about the three forces of the Badlands? What about the Empire? "
The three forces of the Badlands?
In Tyrion's heart, the image of Fulgen's otherworldly handsome face, as well as the Knight King Ryan -Macado's resolute, calm, and skillful smile after defeating the Great Demon of Perverts, appeared in his mind, as well as the annoying expression on his face.
Tyrion shook his head. "Forget about the humans. They're useless monkeys. What else can they do besides hiding behind the formation and throwing bananas?"
"We'll do as you say, Your Majesty." The duck tilted his head again, indicating that he agreed to mediate with the dwarves.
Then, the War Lord quickly walked out of the hall without looking back.
Finnuba asked the captain of the White Lion Guards, Kersil, to send the War Lord off. He sat alone on the throne and secretly pinched his sleeves.
Damn it, how did the country become like this?
Attachment: All military personnel participating in the High Elves' plan to save the little queen:
Great Lord of the War Council, Tyrion.
Great Mage, Tegris.
Second Great Mage, Bellannal-The Wise.
Chief Maid of the Eternal Queen, Ysijona.
Prince Aeris, Azarion.
Princess Terenlocke, Etiela.
Chief Lieutenant of Tyrion, Belarion.
Eight High Elf Princes and Princesses, Noble Warriors, White Tower Archmages.
Lothlain Sea Guards First Team.
Hous Blademaster's entire team (300 people).
Silver-helmeted Knights First Team.
Avalon Sisters First Team.
Twelve Terenlocke Chariots.
Erion Marauder Cavalry First Team.
Aeris Skyhawk Legion First Team.
Aeris Astari Sentinel First Team.
Arcane Phoenix First Team.
… I'm the military personnel's division line …
On the other side, the knight's army had just arrived in Dale-Angoulan, and the Sea God Fleet's ships were still unloading their cargo at the docks. Leon received a shocking piece of news from Duke Taubert, who had stayed behind to guard the place.
"What? The High Elves and Dwarves' envoys were completely annihilated by the undead? "
"The Eternal Queen Alisala is missing?"
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