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Azarion the Ruthless, Prince Iris, the famous hero of the High Elves.
Princess Etilla, the princess of the Kingdom of Tyrenlock, the commander of the High Elves' Tyrenlock Chariot Army, the most trusted assistant of the War Lord and the new Regent, Tyrion.
Bellannal the Wise, the second great mage of the White Tower of Hoss, the former mentor of Tegris, and the most powerful mage of the High Elves, second only to Tegris.
These three elite heroes had failed to rescue the little queen the last time, and now, they had made a comeback.
Azarion's face was as cold as ever. This Guardian of Iris had not shown any other expression for a long time. Some things called duty and faith bound him, and there was also great pressure. He had promised his best friend that he would rescue the little queen this time, but Azarion knew that compared to the last rescue of the little queen, the elite army and heroes that came this time had declined in both quality and quantity.
On the contrary, the undead were still as powerful as ever.
Therefore, on the ship to the Old World, Azarion, Bellannal, and Etilla discussed for a long time, and they were forced to reach a consensus. Although the monkey's army was not up to standard in terms of quality and equipment, Azarion had no other choice at this time. He had to seek support from the humans, or else saving the little queen would become an impossible task.
So, who should he seek support from?
In fact, there was no choice. There were only two human countries that could be called "helpers" in the Old World: the Empire and the Brittany. The High Elves and the Empire were old friends, and because of their relationship with Tegris, the High Elves and Laing were familiar with each other and had a good evaluation of him (especially the monkey who could fight).
After spending much more time than expected to arrive in Brittany, Azarion and the others were surprised to find that when the whole world was at war, the Brittany actually maintained a rare peace. They arrived in autumn. The High Elves thought that the place would be filled with corruption, Orcs wreaking havoc, and demons slaughtering mortals from time to time. However, the civilians here did not seem to be threatened by the flames of war. They were intoxicated with the harvest, and even after the harvest, many serfs sat on the ridge, drinking, barbecuing, and telling stories. Peddlers set up stalls everywhere, and children ran and played in the wilderness.
If it weren't for the patrolling of the towns and the military, the High Elves would have suspected that the final moment had arrived.
Of course, the High Elves would definitely not directly express their need for help as that would be too embarrassing. Even though Azarion was anxious, Bellannal and Etilla felt that there was no need to rush to meet Laing. Laing had never humbled himself and begged anyone.
At this time, Talleyrand's presence was extremely important. This close and favored subordinate of the Sun King would be the bridge for probing and communication.
Talleyrand wanted to show off the luxurious facilities in his castle and manor. His castle had a manager's house, a stable, a tool house, a pigeon house, a chicken coop, a Charris-style cowshed, a garden of about 17 acres, 188 acres of woods, 7 acres of grassland, 4 acres of vineyards, 15 acres of arable land, 7 acres of farms, 2 mills, and a private hostel.
But Azarion and the others were not interested. "Have you reported this to King Laing? Have we agreed to his request? "
This damned warden! Talleyrand forced a smile. "Yes, I have communicated with His Majesty Laing. Unfortunately, there is good news and bad news."
"Good news and bad news? We don't have time to play riddles with you, Charris-man. "Princess Etilla was still arrogant and a little impatient.
"The good news is that we have received news that Lich King Akerhan and his undead army are approaching Brittany." Talleyrand nodded. The cripple leaned on his walking stick and even smiled. "This way, the difficulty of rescuing Alissanda will be reduced by half."
"The bad news is that the entire Knight King will be mobilized for defense." Talleyrand tried to sit down. "If that's the case …"
"You stand there! Talleyrand! You have no right to sit down! "Princess Etilla said angrily.
We didn't do our job well, and you dare to sit down?
"This is my home, my princess. I can do whatever I want and leave whenever I want." Talleyrand ignored Princess Etilla's warning. The cripple smiled like a flower. "This is the power given to me by the Sun King, not the Phoenix King. Please understand."
"You?!"
"Perhaps Prince Tyrian can teach you what diplomatic language is?" Talleyrand snickered and took an apple from the side and took a bite. The Sun King's Foreign Affairs Minister relaxed and let himself lean on the soft back of the chair. "Actually, I think that threats won't have much effect. You are here to save Princess Alissanda, not to be angry with me. Am I right?"
"What will you get in return for betraying Assur?" Azarion asked coldly. "With your position, how much is the price? How much will Laing pay you if you are his lackey? We at Assur can double it. "
"You are slandering my dignity, Your Excellency Prince Iris." Talleyrand tapped the ground with his walking stick. "It is your noble Assur's high and mighty tone that made me choose to leave. I can get respect in front of His Majesty, and this is what I earned for myself. I get respect in front of you, but this is what you give me out of charity. This is the difference."
"Difference? Dignity? You don't deserve dignity, you scoundrel. " Princess Etilla scolded. "You are a complete scoundrel. Assur raised you, but you brought your wisdom and talent to the humans."
"I have never thought of betraying Assur, but your crude division can't solve any problems." Talleyrand was slightly displeased, but only slightly. "If you insist on using nationality and race to label me, then you should go to Nagaros and ask the Witch King, or ask our forest friends. Go tell the Witch King and the King of the Forest, you two scoundrels! Yes, that's right, scoundrels! Let's see if the problem can be solved. I have to admit that you still have a lot to learn from Sir Tegris. By doing this, you're constantly dividing us, you, and then defeating us. It will only make you fewer and fewer friends. Oh, I almost forgot. Even to you, there is no 'us'. "
"You!" Princess Etilla was so angry that her face turned red.
"Enough." Seeing that the conversation was getting more and more tense, Bellannar the Wise finally spoke up. The old second-in-command archmage continued, "Try your best, Talleyrand. Convince His Majesty Leon that if he can't go personally, he should at least provide an army of more than five thousand people. It's best if there's a Sanctuary-level powerhouse as the commander. Of course, we've prepared 10000 gold sofrins as a reward and fifty boxes of gifts.
"I will do my best." Talleyrand nodded.
Azarion and the others left. Talleyrand sat on his chair and played with his Charles' Lion Head Cane, which was inlaid with gold, diamonds, jewels, agate, silver, and vibranium. Lame Gao chuckled a few times.
"That's why I don't want to stay in Ossouin any longer."
After thinking carefully for a few minutes, Talleyrand shouted outside, "Servants!"
"Master?" Several young and beautiful Estalian women in maid outfits walked in from outside.
"Prepare the carriage, I want to go to Fontainebleau Palace for an audience, now."
"Yes!"
"He is a villain, a despicable and shameless villain." The trio left Talleyrand's manor under the cover of the night. Princess Etilla said angrily and disdainfully, "For such a villain to be able to hold such a high position, it seems that the Sun King's vision is not very good."
"He is such a person," Azarion said coldly. No one knew who he was talking about.
"We have worked hard in the Knight King's Kingdom. Next is the Empire. Whether it is Nur or Brunswick, they have the elite troops we need. The Empire and the undead have a natural and irreconcilable enmity." Bellannar the Wise said calmly, "I am almost certain that we can get the help we need from the Empire."
"We don't need this kind of help. With Azur's power, we could have wiped out Sylvania. The Blademaster, the Ranger, and the Shadow Warrior would have hunted down every vampire that still exists, and they would not be able to escape the law. This will be the day when the vampires will be wiped out. As for the dwarves, our relationship will be slightly restored. Perhaps the Supreme King will even agree to our request to return the Phoenix King's Crown." Princess Etilla was helpless. "But now, most of the troops must stay in Ossouin and fight against the Chaos Demons under the leadership of the Great Lord to protect the peace of Ossouin."
"And this is where the problem lies. We only have a little more than a thousand people. We need the help of the humans and the dwarves." Bellannar nodded.
"Let's go to Marienburg and then Brunswick. Karl-franz will provide us with the troops we need. He owes Azur," Azarion said coldly. Azarion said coldly, "As for King Leon's army, I believe they will meet up with us there."
"Let's go. We can't wait any longer."
"Yes."
The High Elves came from the sea and left from the sea.
… I am the dividing line of the Elven Empire's Never Setting Sun …
Taking advantage of the night, Talleyrand's carriage was quickly cleared under the inspection of the Old Guard. The lame man leaned on his crutches and, under the guidance of the attendant, went to the oval courtyard to prepare to meet Laing.
The courtyard was very quiet. Talleyrand swallowed a little and stood at the door, thinking about what he should say.
The door opened, and the Lake Goddess Witch Morgiana came out from inside. Today, the Lake Goddess Witch was wearing a Brittany country velvet dress with white lace stockings and pink high-heeled shoes. Her golden hair fell over her shoulders, and her beautiful face had exquisite makeup. Morgiana originally had a happy smile on her face, but when she saw Talleyrand standing at the door, the Lake Goddess Witch's smile disappeared in an instant. She frowned, and at the same time, unnaturally reached out to press on her low neckline and said unhappily, "What are you doing here?"
Talleyrand lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at Morgiana. The Foreign Affairs Minister could only lower his head and look at Morgiana's pink high heels and pink instep wrapped in ultra-thin white lace crystal stockings. "I have something urgent to report to His Majesty. It's a very urgent matter."
"Oh!" Morgiana noticed that Talleyrand was looking at her feet and took a step back unnaturally. Normally, she would not dress so brightly in front of others, but today was different. Laing had been in seclusion for a few months, and he owed her many days. Today, she could not help but want Laing to "check" and "fix" her feet. The Lake Goddess Witch simply said, "Then go in. He's inside."
"Yes." Talleyrand was relieved. The cripple was naturally clear about the relationship between Laing and Morgiana. He smiled and said, "Madam, perhaps you can listen to me."
"Oh? What do you want to say? "Morgiana saw this and stopped in her tracks.
"During this period of time, you can have a good discussion with His Majesty about how to deal with the undead." Talleyrand smiled and said, "There's a quiet place in my manor. I plan to invite you, His Majesty, and the Queen to be my guests and rest for a few days. What do you think?"
"I'm just afraid that he won't agree." Morgiana's eyes lit up. There were too many people in the Fontainebleau Palace. Other than the church, other places were really not suitable for a date with Laing. It was too easy to be discovered and disturbed, and the church was only open one day a week.
In the past, Olica had helped to keep a lookout, but now, the head maid, Sylvia, was an old-fashioned and serious person. She would not do such a thing, nor could she do it.
"Leave it to me, madam." Talleyrand smiled and said, "You can just wait for the good news."
"… You're a capable person. Serve Laing well." Morgiana's cloudy mood immediately turned sunny, and the Lake Goddess Witch smiled again. She patted Talleyrand's shoulder and went out. She was going to personally make dinner for Laing and Suria.
Even a servant has the right to choose their master, Talleyrand thought.
The door opened. Laing and Suria were sitting together and working. Sylvia was standing beside them. The thick parchment almost covered Laing's body. The Sun King did not even raise his head. "Talleyrand, what's the matter? You must have something urgent to come in so late. "
"Ossouin's people are here. They also brought their army, my king." Talleyrand limped closer with his walking stick and said helplessly, "They didn't come to you, but they came to me. They made a lot of... requests. As soon as I heard about it, I hurried over to report it to you."
"Report?" Laing raised his head. "What's the matter with our High Elf friend?"
"It's about the little queen. Your Majesty, as you know, the last operation to rescue the little queen failed." Talleyrand handed a piece of white paper with the High Elf Print on it to Laing and bowed. "They're here again to rescue the little queen."
"How did your talk with them go?" Laing looked at the arrogant wording and could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"It's a pity that no matter if it's Sir Azarion, Sir Etilla, or the famous wise Sir Bellannal, these great names don't have the slightest bit of courtesy and respect. They've requested that you personally lead the troops and lead the Old Guard and your Royal Legion to Sylvania in order to rescue Alisala." Talleyrand chose his tone carefully. He made himself sound like a victim and aggrieved. "In the process, they even questioned whether I was Assur or not."
"You angered them?" Laing did not care. He handed the letter to his wife, and Suria immediately frowned after reading it.
"No, Your Majesty. Fortunately, they still maintain their rationality." Talleyrand smiled. "I tried to persuade them to lower the conditions. I told them that Your Majesty would not do this no matter what. They could only compromise, but … they were still arrogant."
"The conditions didn't lower much." Laing complained, but he still recognized Talleyrand's contribution. "Anyway, thank you for your communication. I'll bring this problem to the Supreme Command for everyone to discuss."
"Your Majesty, you don't have to thank me. You know, I'll always stand with you." Talleyrand bowed again. "I'll always be your loyal servant."
Laing took the parchment and wrote a few lines. Then, lightning shot out from his fingertips and branded a gray knight pattern on the parchment. "Send this letter to Nur immediately, Talleyrand."
"Understood, Your Majesty."
"Wait, there's also this!" Laing took out a string of prayer beads shining with pure psionic power from the table. "Give this to Azarion."
"We must stop Nagash from resurrecting! Otherwise, the undead will sweep the world. "
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