Flattening Eternity Peak was, of course, a statement made in a fit of anger. In history, during the reign of Kaldor II, the War of the Long Beard broke out. At that time, the strength of the High Elves had declined due to the Great Schism. However, they still had the strongest military force in the world and many elite military nobles who had experienced many battles with the Dark Elves.
As mentioned previously, the High Elves' army at that time was made up of military nobles. Almost every one of these soldiers was trained and groomed as professional soldiers from a young age. They were completely different from the semi-professional mercenaries of the Butcher King Tesiris and the elite soldiers of the Boor King Moville.
At that time, the High Elves' army and the High Elves' army were more than ten times more powerful than the current army. However, the High Elves' army was still defeated several times when they besieged Eternity Peak. The High Elves' army now was just the afterglow of the glorious era of the past.
Tegris knew that if Prince Imrick and his dragon were here, there would still be a chance. However, without the dragon, there was no way they could succeed.
But this was Tyrion, the hero of the High Elves, the champion chosen by the Eternal Queen, the Guardian of Ossouin, the Dragon of Kosikui, the War Lord, and Tegris' older brother.
Unlike Tigris who was as cold as ice and Tyrion who was like a ball of fire that would never be extinguished, the War Lord's personality determined that he would never admit that his opponent was stronger than him. He would never admit that his opponent was better than him under any circumstances.
It had always been Tyrion who gave others a way out. No one else would make Tyrion give in.
Therefore, even though Tyrion knew that it was impossible to flatten Eternity Peak, he still had to say it. He knew that it was a hundred, so he had to say it because it was a hundred! There was no discount.
This was Tyrion. His way of doing things was different from others.
All sorts of thoughts ran through Tegris' mind. The tall mage sighed in his heart.
I'm sorry, brother.
But Lilith told me that Shaman King Malecis is the one chosen by Asoyan.
He was the real Phoenix King!
Seeing that his brother Tegris was silent, Tyrion misunderstood him. Although the War Overlord was arrogant, he was not stupid. Seeing that Tegris was not talking, Tyrion suppressed the anger in his heart and squeezed out a smile: "Of course, brother, that was a situation that we had no choice. As long as the dwarves know what's good for them, we still have to give them a chance to redeem themselves."
"That's not what I'm worried about, brother." Tegris shook his head. "What I'm worried about is that we all know where Nagashza is. Even if we rush to Haimen Pass and head south without stopping, it will take at least two months. We won't be able to get there until next year. And even if we do get there, we still don't know how much fighting power the army has left."
"I am well aware of that." Tyrion had a clear view of the problem. Just as mentioned before, Tyrion was arrogant, but he was not stupid. "Call everyone here for a meeting."
"Yes."
Twenty minutes later, a very detailed map of the Old World was hung in the captain's room.
"The enemy is at Nagashza," Tyrion said simply. Tyrion simply said, "This will be a very difficult rescue. According to our intelligence, Nagashza is a very strong undead fortress, and it should have a large number of undead wizards and soldiers."
"Can we get the help of the dwarves?" Azarion was as calm as ever.
"The Supreme Dwarf King Solgreen may send an army, but we can never count on the dwarves," Tyrion said faintly. Tyrion said calmly, "In the end, we can only count on ourselves. Tygris, can you ask that monkey who is especially good at fighting to bring his old guards and a few other Golden Cup Knights to help us? The price is negotiable. "
"Isn't it just money? Does Azur lack this kind of wealth?" Whenever Princess Terenlocke thought of Ryan, she would be filled with rage. She had been defeated by Ryan in a one-on-one battle in Ossuan City and had even taken away the folding fan that Terenlocke had given her. Terenlocke viewed this as the greatest shame of her life.
Second Great Wizard Bellannar frowned but didn't say a word. Teglis, on the other hand, shook his head. The Supreme Great Wizard was thinking about what to say.
After thinking for a while, Tegris said, "As you know, the Knight King and his army suffered a lot in Obien's expedition. He was also seriously injured by the First Demon Prince Birak …"
"Then let the monkeys prepare supplies for us." Tyrion did not take it seriously. "Don't they have the Three Badlands Guards set up in the dwarves' territory? Let them prepare the logistics and supplies. We will use them when we arrive. "
"Okay, I will contact them now." Tegris nodded.
"What about the Empire?" Tyrion asked.
"There hasn't been any actual movement from the Empire's side." Adjutant Bellarion said.
"What is Tymarg doing?" Tyrion said unhappily. "Does he not know the importance of Alisarah? She is the future of Azur! The Crown Prince of Ossouin! "
"The news from Ambassador Tymarg is that … the Empire does not know what they can do." Tegris took over the conversation. The Archmage looked at Tyrion helplessly. "Brother, I know you are anxious, but you must calm down. You will not be able to save Alisarah like this."
"I know, I know, I know! I! Know! Do! " Tyrion slammed the table and sighed. He knew he was anxious, but that was his daughter! She was the fruit of his love with the Eternal Queen, Alisarah!
"Damn it! Damn it! Being able to participate in the rescue of Alisarah is an honor given to them by Azur. Don't the monkeys know?! "
He was a little confused.
What was worse was that the God of the Bloody Hand, Cain, kept whispering in his ear.
Yes, yes, get up. Let your anger and instinct lead your sword.
Only anger can save your daughter, only that sword …
Suddenly, Tyrion shuddered. Some warm words drowned out the angry voice.
You must overcome it. You can overcome it, my champion, even if I am not by your side.
Tyrion calmed down. He quickly realized that incompetent rage could not solve the problem.
That was the case for the High Elves' expeditionary army. Firstly, they didn't prepare much logistical supplies (they did take dozens of boxes of treasures and various elven goods to be bartered in the Old World). Secondly, they had temporarily put together the elite and standing armies of the various kingdoms. Thirdly, they didn't even know where Alissanda had been captured. They had to rely on the recent divination results of the White Tower Archmages and Sword Saints of Horth, who had spent a lot of energy and magic power.
In fact, the correct choice would have been to plan more carefully and gather more troops.
As they were still on the ocean route, there was nothing much to discuss. Although Tyrion was anxious, there was one advantage to being a War Overlord. He would never vent his emotions on his subordinates. Seeing that there was nothing more to discuss, Tyrion dismissed the meeting.
"Brother, stay for a while." Tegris was asked to stay. "What's the matter, brother?"
Tyrion looked a little hesitant. The War Lord thought for a while and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything else in the prophecy of the Magus Council?"
"Anything else?" Tegris was silent for a few seconds. "We only divined where Alisarah is."
"There is nothing after that. Did we save Alisarah?" Tyrion asked. "Or something else? Anything will do. "
"… No, brother. And sometimes divinations are not accurate." Tegris shook his head. "The opponent is not much weaker than me."
"Thank you for your hard work. I know that long-distance divinations consume a lot of mana. Go and rest, brother. I'll take care of things here." Tyrion was a little disappointed. And Tyrion was a little strange. Tegris was very quiet today and did not talk much. In the past, he would always give some important suggestions, but now he did not.
Perhaps he had used too much mana.
Coming out of the captain's cabin, Teglis still had a sullen expression on his face, but he noticed that Princess Attila had already taken off her armor, and changed into a High Elven silk lace tunic dress with a laurel crown on her head. She also had on a pair of small brown boots paired with flesh-colored suspenders. She looked noble, elegant, and lively. Seeing Teglis come out, Attila nodded at him, and was about to walk in.
"You want to go in now?" Tegris suddenly asked.
"What is he doing?" Eidilah was a little confused. Tegris usually did not care about her and Tyrion's business. "Is Ysidro inside?"
"… No." Tegris shook his head. He knew that the chief maid of the Eternal Queen was naturally Tyrion's lover. At this time, her brother had nowhere to vent his anger, so Eidilah and Ysidro naturally took turns to accompany her brother to relieve his anger.
"Then what important thing is he doing?" Eidilah was still confused.
"Nothing." Tegris found that he had no reason to refuse Eidilah. "Go in, brother needs you."
"You're a little strange today, my great mage." Eidilah was even more confused.
Princess Eidilah went in, and then some sounds came from the captain's cabin. Tegris did not stay for long, but turned and left directly.
Her brother seemed to be very impatient, just like before.
Tegris thought. He recalled when he was 16 years old. At that time, he was sick and ugly. Under the guidance of the White Lion Guard Colin and Aunt Marlene, they set off from Kosikui for a trip to Lothern.
That trip was almost a terrible torture for the weak Tegris at that time. His brother vomited from head to toe.
What about her brother?
Tyrion did not get seasick at all. On the contrary, with his handsome face that even the gods would be jealous of, his lively and cheerful personality, and his slightly shy appearance in front of girls, he almost slept with all the female sailors on the passenger ship.
Then, they went to Lothern's grandfather's place. Tyrion quickly settled the two elven maids. When they went shopping, he was probably the most popular prince on the streets of Lothern. Elven girls everywhere wanted to please him. After that, there was a banquet. Tyrion slept with a few more elven maids. Then, there was their cousin. Tegris still remembered her name, Liesel. Halfway through the banquet, the two of them sneaked into a small room inside and fooled around. Her brother saw it all.
Tegris could only watch as the girls entered his brother's room one by one.
Of course, the one who affected him the most was Aunt Marlene. Tegris recalled his dusty past. On his 16th birthday, his aunt, whom he secretly admired, came to his room with medicine.
"Prince Tegris, it's time to drink your medicine."
"No, I won't drink it!"
"What are you afraid of? That I will poison you? "
"Do I need to?"
"You are so strange. Tegris, do you have something to say to me?"
"What do you want to do with your soldiers and your muscular lover in my house?"
"Are you jealous? Prince Tegris? "
Like being stabbed in the heart by a sharp knife, his aunt's words hurt Tegris.
She did not love him at all.
I will never have the charm, strength, and handsomeness of my brother. Tegris sighed, but his heart was soon shrouded by a deeper haze.
Should I save Alissanda or not?
Tegris's heart was wavering. From the perspective of Azur, his brother, and his niece, of course he should save Alissanda. Alissanda was the future of Azur, the crown prince of Ossouin, and the future master of Avalon.
But Lilith told me that in order to deal with ET and the Great Maelstrom, I must create the Eight Wind Avatars, and … my brother did not appear in Lilith's prophecy. On the contrary, the Witch King Malecis was the orthodox Phoenix King. Not only was Lilith 100% sure of this, but even Tegris's own prophecy was so.
But was the prophecy always right? Tegris was confused. Lilith had been full of confidence in the "New World" plan for thousands of years, but in the end, she gave it up just like that. Even the Moon Goddess could give up thousands of years of preparation. Wasn't this so-called orthodox Phoenix King child's play? What if Assuyan suddenly gave up on Malecis and chose my brother?
Tegris already had a lot to complain about when Lilith chose Laing, but seeing that the goddess was very firm, he did not say anything. However, Laing was too far away, and many things were not easy to communicate. Besides, compared to Laing, who had his own interests, different races, and different forces, Tegris was certainly more willing to trust his brother.
Countless emotions intertwined and entangled together, and the great mage was extremely distressed. He could only close his eyes and pray to the High Elf Moon Goddess, Lilith.
Lilith, please tell me what to do, okay?
The soft words of the Moon Goddess were faintly discernible in Tegris's ears.
"Continue … our … plan … Dear … Tegris … This is the only … chance."
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