"Brother, I've finished reading all the books you lent me before!" In the Enterprise's bridge conference room, Forgen gracefully handed a few books to Laing. "Here you go."
Laing thought that Forgen didn't feel like he was bothering others. That was true, otherwise, he wouldn't have been grabbed by the hair by Petrabo and slammed onto the table. Previously, Laing had felt sympathy for him when he heard about it, but now he felt that he deserved it.
Forgen's pride and confidence were no less than that of the High Elves. Laing took the few books he lent to Forgen.
"National Geography of the Old World — Brittany Knight King's Kingdom", "History of the Twelve Knight King's Kingdom", "Legend of the Holy Grail — Epic of Landuin", "Complete Collection of Brittany Wild Monsters", "Legends of Ancient Mysteries", "Hymn of the Holy Grail — The Legend of Amanric", "Ode to the White Death God Guillaume", "Heraldic Traditions of Brittany", "The Influence of Elven Culture on the Law of the Knight King's Kingdom", and many other Brittany works. Forgen had been as bored as Laing recently, so he borrowed Laing's books one by one to read.
"Very good, how do you feel?" Laing said with a smile.
"The academic books are okay, but the content is too general and emphasizes too much on heroic historical views and subjective initiative," Forgen said casually. "As for these biographies of the Knights of the Holy Grail, there is no doubt that they are all great heroic figures. Hey, I even admire this Knight King called the White Death God Guillaume. This person has been on the throne for eighty-nine years and killed one giant dragon, five chaos champions, two chaos demons, twelve green-skinned warlords, and in the Battle of Amandor, he single-handedly faced off against five green-skinned warlords and killed all of them, driving all the green-skinned tribes out of Brittany's land."
"His Majesty White Reaper has always been regarded as a Knight King on par with His Majesty Arthur." Laing nodded. The golden age of the Brittany began with Guillaume. The great feats of this Knight King included fighting alongside the Wood Elves and saving the entire battle when the Wood Elves were in danger (he single-handedly dealt with hundreds of Green Dwarfs and even killed the Green Dwarf Warlord in the end). In order to thank Guillaume for his help, the Wood Elves gifted him a pure-white pony. It was a pure-blooded Elven warhorse with the purest bloodline, hence the nickname of the White Reaper.
"It's just that the content is a little too lousy." The king's son geno prototype casually said, "The content of the book is piled up with too many flowery words, too many compliments, and too many irrelevant descriptions. There is also a lot of background information mixed in. There is not much real content in one chapter."
"Ha ha ha!" Laing pulled Suria to sit down. Inside the meeting room sat Fu Gen's right-hand man, the deputy leader of the Ash Army, Pilazzo, and his magic consultant, Arabi's strongest and greatest sultan, Jinx Wizard Karim.
Suria and Olica liked Fu Gen and Pilazzo very much. Fu Gen was Laing's brother, and he was very handsome, very elegant, and very handsome. Pilazzo had scars on his face, but his temperament was that of a serious soldier. After many years of training with Fu Gen, he began to have the same elegance as the leader of the Ash Army. He did not panic.
This kind of elegance could not be imitated by ordinary people.
In contrast, Jinx Wizard was particularly unlikeable, especially when Suria and Olica did not treat him well.
This was because when Laing and the others arrived at Arabi, he immediately started to cause trouble. He used his privilege as the sultan to get a "gift" from Arabi, saying that he wanted to give it to Fu Gen and His Majesty Laing.
At first, Laing and Fu Gen thought that it was some kind of gift. Could it be a relic of King Jafar, some mysterious ancient relics, or a treasure left behind by the Elves and Aurora? (In history, the Aurora first arrived at Arabi to trade with the local Nikohara Dynasty. According to records, firearms were first invented by Aurora, but now the firearms of Aurora were far behind the dwarves.)
As a result, the gifts that Master Jin had sent over were six exquisitely dressed, fair-skinned, innocent and cute little girls wearing princess dresses and small leather shoes. The youngest among them was eleven years old, and the oldest was fourteen years old. The little girls widened their big eyes and looked at Ryan and Fu Gen with curiosity and worship. At the same time, they also looked at Ryan and Fu Gen with a little fear. On one hand, they were very afraid of what would happen, but on the other hand, they were eager to be chosen because this might be the only chance to change their fate.
As a result, when Fu Gen and Laing saw this scene, they immediately had Jinx Wizard withdraw. Fu Gen also called Jinx Wizard over and scolded him, meaning that he would never do such a thing and that his father would not let him go. Before Laing could scold him, Suria and Olica each grabbed one of his arms and dragged him out, covering his eyes and not letting him see.
Of course, Suria and Olica did not give Jinx Wizard a good look, and the most interesting thing was that Jinx Wizard Karim did not understand why Fu Gen and Laing had such a strong reaction. In Jinx Wizard's opinion, weren't women the most sensitive at this age?
It could only be said that the cultures and customs of the two sides were different. Sometimes, it was really difficult for humans to understand each other.
"This kind of book has the interest of biography and memoir, and it is also artistic." Laing laughed and said, "It's normal for the content to be a little lame. After all, this is not a serious historical record."
"Your serious historical records are also filled with lame words," Fu Gen complained. At this time, his brother-in-law, Julius, also walked in. On the other side, Bertrand, Davu, and the battalion commander of the halberd battalion, Raymond, also entered the conference room one after another.
"Sigh, all the content is filled with lame words," Laing also complained, "Take these personal biographies of the Holy Grail Knights as an example. What is not filled with lame words? The rashness and repeated mistakes in his youth are filled with lame words. The introduction of his long family history and glorious deeds are filled with lame words. The hardships and trials of the journey are filled with lame words. The recruitment of knight attendants is also filled with lame words. Wouldn't the first battle of the Holy Grail expedition be filled with lame words as well? As for the trials, insights, and experiences of the expedition, they are even more lame words. "
"In the end, the only things that can be considered solid are the spoils obtained after the battle and during the adventures, and the moment when the lady appeared. Those are not lame words." Laing spread out his hands and said, "And my answer is a standard lame answer. It is lame words!"
"Hahahahaha." There were bursts of laughter in the conference room. After hearing this, everyone could not help but laugh. For some reason, everyone could feel that Laing had a lot of complaints about this question.
After a few jokes, a map of Ossouin was placed on the table. The conference room on the bridge was not particularly spacious, but the lighting was good. It also had a sense of strictness, simplicity, and security unique to the dwarves. Forgan first stretched out his finger and pointed at the map of Ossouin. "Our goal in going to Ossouin this time is to find a way to enter Lothern. When negotiating with the High Elves, we will try to find something. To put it simply, we need enough time to investigate Lothern and the Flame Island near Lothern."
"Therefore, our main goal is not to reach an agreement with the High Elves, but to find a way to negotiate time to prepare for our investigation of the Flame Island and plan." Forgan continued, "So, this is why Laing brought Lady Olica and the mustached man, and why we brought the great engineer, Eric Grimm."
"That's right." Laing nodded. His face was also very serious. After all, this matter was related to the resurrection of Saint Giles, and there was only one chance. "The dwarves and dark elves will make the High Elves suspicious and hostile of our intentions, but now we are powerful. Olica, you tell us our plan."
The dark elf smiled sweetly. She walked to Laing's side and tucked her long black hair behind her ear. "There are three problems to investigate the Flame Island."
"The first problem is to protect the magic fog in Lothern. Tegris will solve this problem for us." Olica first pointed at a small island on the periphery of Lothern. "Therefore, the thousands of guards on the flash tower of the Lothern Gateway, hundreds of ballistas and magic weapons will not take the initiative to attack us, so there is no need to consider this matter."
"The second problem is that, as guests, the High Elves will only let you move around in the outer area of Lothern. The High Elves have always separated the inner and outer areas of Lothern with the magnificent walls of the city. Merchants and tourists from various countries can only move around in the outer area at most. If you want to enter the inner area, you must get permission, and the permission must be personally issued by the Phoenix King's court." Olica chuckled and said, "This is very difficult. Unlike us, Duruqi, who can wear Lothern's uniform and walk in openly, you humans will have to put in some effort if you want to enter."
"We can't sneak in?" Julius was still frowning.
"You can, but only if your magic power is more powerful than the elite mages stationed behind the walls. Not only do you have to be able to crack the magic barrier on the magnificent walls, but you also have to be able to make the mages unable to sense you," Olica said with a smile. "Otherwise, you will immediately face more than 20,000 Lothern soldiers and hundreds of thousands of High Elven militia. I can put it simply: every High Elven citizen is an excellent warrior, and every year, they spend a small part of their time in service. Their combat power is not something that humans can compete with. I suggest you ask Tegris for help."
"Well, what about the third problem?" Laing asked.
"The third problem is also the most difficult, and that is the Asoyan Holy Temple on Fire Island," Olica said. "The thing is placed in the Asoyan Holy Temple, but how to get it is a huge problem. Even Li … I mean Lady Li can't help you with this. Asoyan's Chosen One, Kajoin, leads the Phoenix Guards and flocks of Phoenixes, as well as a large number of troops stationed here. The most powerful Phoenix Guards have dedicated all their lives here to the Lord of Phoenix. No one knows how many Phoenix Guards there are, but at least there are one or two thousand Phoenix Guards and dozens of Phoenixes on Fire Island."
"Very good." Laing also felt the difficulty of the problem.
"The High Elves are also called the Phoenix Guards?" Pilazzo focused on the name of the Phoenix Guards.
"They have been called the Phoenix Guards since 6,000 years ago," Olica complained.
"I named them that more than 10,000 years ago," Forde emphasized. However, he obviously did not care too much about it. "Damn it, I miss the time when I followed him."
"That's not something we should be discussing at this time, brother." Laing gestured for us to go off-topic. "In the face of such a tight defense, perhaps we should think of something."
"That can only wait until we figure out what to do." Forde nodded. "Then let's leave it at that for now."
"Duruzi has some spies in Lothar, but I need enough time to get in touch with them," Olica said with uncertainty. Olica's expression was a little uncertain. "Moreover, it has been more than 20 years since I learned of the situation. I'm not too sure about the current situation."
"Very good. Bertrand, Davu, Raymond, the Old Guard will follow us. As for the Coldstream Guards, Suria will be in charge. Lord Phillip Mountbatten will listen to your orders." Laing ordered his subordinates, "Before you receive orders, do not act on your own. It is also best to restrain yourselves. Do not cause trouble at this critical time."
"Yes." Bertrand and Davu looked at each other, indicating that they understood.
"The same goes for the Ash Legion." Forde nodded. "Before we understand the situation, do not act."
"But aren't we here to form an alliance with the High Elves?" At this moment, Julius finally spoke. He looked at his sister and brother-in-law in confusion, and then said with doubt and some indignation, "Why do I feel like you guys are going to be thieves?"
"We are going to form an alliance with the High Elves." Laing's lips curled up. "Of course, we are going to be chivalrous thieves."
"Chivalrous thieves? There are no chivalrous thieves in this world, only shameless thieves. " Julius said unhappily. "I always thought that we were going to Ossouin to do business and form an alliance, but you are all talking about stealing, stealing! Could it be that the purpose of our visit this time was to steal something? This is not the way of a knight. "
Laing and Forde looked at each other and laughed. Everyone in the conference room laughed loudly, leaving only Julius, who was confused and unhappy, and Suria, who was holding back her laughter and looking at her brother with a reproachful gaze.
At the same time, on the deck of the High Elves' Phoenix ship.
Tegris, the supreme mage of the Horus Tower Mage Council of the High Elves' Safri Kingdom, was standing at the bow of the ship, leaning on Lilith's Moon Staff. He seemed to be thinking, but of course, he could also be in a daze. In short, the supreme mage had been motionless for several minutes.
"Supreme Mage." Horus Magic Swordsman Zoltan came up and said to Tegris, "Do you really think that those humans can help us?"
"…" Tegris turned his head. "Do I need to prove it again?"
"That's not what I meant, Mr. Tegris." Horus Magic Swordsman Zoltan was a little embarrassed.
"Assur's prejudice against humans has been around for a long time, and there's nothing strange about it. When we have paid countless sacrifices and faced all kinds of threats in battle, humans are still eating raw meat and drinking blood, but this does not mean that humans are useless." Tegris said indifferently, "We always feel that humans have to constantly prove themselves, over and over again."
"According to Horus' prophecy, the fate of humans and elves is inseparable." Zoltan nodded. Horus Magic Swordsman thought for a while and laughed again. "But look, what kind of humans are visiting Ossouin this time? That Ashes Corps is simply an army made up of a large group of mixed armies. It's a mess, and even their language is often incomprehensible. Even so, they can be united by that Commander Forde."
"As for that Brittany from the Knight King Kingdom, it's even more hilarious." Zoltan could not stop laughing. "Horus above, do you dare to believe it? The commander of a country known as the second largest human country in the old world is actually a foreigner, a woman, and a dwarf? Can such a country win a war? "
"At least they can help us when we attack the ship graveyard," Tegris said unhurriedly. "We need their fleet."
"That's true …" "Hoo!" Before Horus Magic Swordsman Zoltan could finish his words, a solid shell flew from the side, drawing a parabola of white smoke in the distance and directly bombarding the side of the giant phoenix ship. Wood chips splashed, and the railing was smashed into pieces. A Rosseln Nautical Guard was caught off guard and had his head blown off, blood and brain matter bursting out.
"Enemy attack!" The high elves immediately reacted, and the crew and soldiers ran back and forth on the deck. Tegris calmly took out a telescope and looked into the distance.
At the end of the sea, black fog filled the air. A gigantic ghostly battleship that was entirely pale and gray in color was gradually approaching on the waves. The entire cursed ship was draped with cold iron chains and filthy rotten long flags. The coldness it carried was enough to freeze the blood of any living creature under its shadow.
"Boom! Boom, boom, boom! " The ship was still firing at the giant phoenix ship, but this time, it did not hit. Several shells landed on the nearby ocean surface and blasted out a few water columns.
More ghost ships appeared at the end of the line of sight.
"We're under attack! Prepare for battle! Signal the human fleet behind us! "
"Yes!"
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