In Tyrion's imagination, Laing and Forgen should be dressed like the typical humans of the Empire.
What was a typical human of the Empire?
Generally speaking, they would have plain facial features, a weather-beaten, wrinkled face, an old-fashioned leather coat or flowery clothes, a messy coat of arms that could not be recognized, and a bonnet that was hundreds of years out of date (or even a bald head).
It was not Tyrion's fault. In his three hundred years of life, the War Lord had mostly seen human merchants operating in Lothar. Occasionally, he would see some human mercenaries, and some intelligence about the leaders of the old world's human empires that the High Elves had gathered. It was only natural for him to assume that.
In Lothar, it was not that there were no portraits of Laing, but that was not something that Tyrion cared about. He had never seen them and was not interested in them.
Therefore, after seeing the appearance of Ryan and Fulgen, Tyrion instinctively frowned. The two humans in front of him looked to be in their prime. Fulgen was graceful and charming. He even had an alluring aura that could kill both men and women of all ages. His silvery long hair flowed down his purple robe. For a moment, Tyrion had a feeling that the other party was a truly noble and important figure.
Laing's temperament was not as flirtatious as Forgen's, but his handsome face, upright posture, elegant and tenacious temperament, and the absolute confidence in his eyes and the bright and dazzling light around him made Tyrion think that Laing was very similar to someone.
He was very similar to the champion warrior in the world, the most trusted War Overlord of the Phoenix King, and the lover of the Eternal Queen.
The War Overlord, the Eternal Queen's Chosen Champion, and the Dragon of Kothrai had prepared a lot of diplomatic words to express their friendliness, but when he saw this scene, he did not know why he could not say it. He paused for a moment and picked a few words to say. "Welcome, you must be the famous Knight King, Laing Macado, the one who completed the Great Expedition of the Eight Peaks."
"Yes, it's an honor to meet you, Lord Tyrion." Laing nodded, but he did not come forward.
Tyrion nodded and showed a standard smile. Without extending his hand, he said directly to Forgen, "Then you must be the commander of the army, Forgen. Even the palace of Ossouin has heard about what you did in Luscia."
"It's an honor." Forgen also showed a standard smile.
"Well, Azul understands your contribution in this great naval battle, and I would like to express my gratitude to you." There were a lot of things that Tyrion had prepared in his stomach, but he didn't know how to say them. He gently cleared his throat and wanted to say something, but there was nothing he could say.
The deck fell into a strange silence...
The atmosphere was very awkward, and Tegris also noticed this. The supreme mage sighed in his heart and took the initiative to speak. "War Overlord, Laing and the others are very tired from the voyage, and I have told you the situation. Let's not stay any longer and return to Ossouin as soon as possible."
Tyrion listened and did not comment. His eyes were still back and forth between Laing and Forgen. "This ironclad is not bad. It's a big piece of hard iron. It looks quite sturdy."
"If Lord Tyrion is interested, I can send someone to show you the internal facilities of the Enterprise," Laing said politely.
"Your Great Expedition of the Eight Peaks must have benefited a lot," Tyrion said.
"I have long heard of the architectural arts and magnificent culture of Ossouin. This time, I must see it for myself," Forgen said.
"You will have the chance." Tyrion looked a little absent-minded. His eyes flickered a few times and focused his attention on the giant Phoenix warship behind the Enterprise. He finally found a topic to talk about. "Why is it so damaged?"
"King Laing, Commander Forgen, I will go take a look at the ship first. The navigator will help everyone pass through the magic fog as soon as possible." Tyrion immediately signaled that he wanted to check the extent of damage to Tegris's giant Phoenix warship. "Please help yourself. Oh, by the way, my people have brought a lot of fresh fruits, vegetables, and meat. Please don't be shy and enjoy."
"Thank you." Laing and Forgen looked at the backs of Tyrion and Tegris. Behind Tyrion was a group of silver-armored knights. This group of knights was the role model of the high elves' martial arts and bravery. They were also one of the most elite troops under Tyrion's command. To the high elves' cavalry, the Dragon Princes were too cold and distant, and the Erion Marauders were too wild and cruel.
Only these silver-armored knights were proud but not arrogant, brave but not lacking in manners. Their pure white robes shone under the dazzling silver armor of Iserma. Their finely polished helmets reflected the sun like a mirror. Tyrion's adjutant, Bellarion, followed behind the War Lord. His pointed winged helmet was decorated with white wings that extended backward, showing his high status. Tyrion walked directly to the heavily damaged giant Phoenix warship. Tegris, Blademaster Hous, and the silver-armored knights followed closely behind.
"I think our trip to Ossouin won't be easy, brother," Laing said to Forgen as he looked at Tyrion's back.
"I think so too." Forgen smiled and shook his head. "But isn't this something we've already considered?"
"Yes." Laing sighed. "But with our status, it will be difficult for us to meet the Eternal Queen. So this War Lord is the actual person in charge of Ossouin. If he …"
"We'll see when the time comes. Laing, relax." Forgen smiled. "If it really doesn't work, let your maid think of a way."
"No, your maid." Laing complained. "Your maid is much more useful than mine."
"Hahaha!"
On the other side, Tyrion boarded the broken elite warship. He gestured for the others not to follow him. He wanted to talk to his brother.
The various bullet holes and destroyed facilities on the warship shocked Tyrion. There were traces of battle everywhere on the deck. A few of the Eagle Claw Ballistas were destroyed. Tyrion reached out and touched the bullet holes on the warship. "Brother, do you remember when we fought side by side against the Demon of Perversion, En Kali?"
"Yes, I remember that he fell from the cliff. Because of my magic, because of your sword." Tegris nodded.
"Very good. We discussed it back then. The demon's revenge will never stop. But we will not let it succeed. No matter how many times it happens, it will be the same." Tyrion turned around and smiled. "As long as we brothers are of one mind."
"You're in trouble." Tegris suddenly smiled. It was rare for him to smile.
"There are too many people. Plus, the situation is complicated. Why do I feel like Ossouin is surrounded by enemies?" Tyrion turned around. The golden-red phoenix pattern on his silk cloak contrasted nicely with the pattern of a dove holding a green olive branch in its mouth. The former meant that he was a descendant of Alario, and the latter meant that he was the champion of the Eternal Queen. "It's the same outside. It's the same inside."
Originally, Tigris could have worn such a robe as well, but Tigris didn't like it. This was especially so when he saw his older brother being chased by countless elven girls when he was young. After his one and only confession of love was rejected, Tigris still preferred to wear the ocean blue robe that belonged to the White Tower of Horus.
"Seems like my suggestion is in trouble," Tegris said calmly.
"No one wants to lose Lothar. That's where the Phoenix King's Court is, especially when everyone thinks it's necessary. I respect your opinion, but not everyone does," Tyrion said casually.
"My stupid brother, arguing won't solve the problem. You should wait until I get back," Tegris said calmly. "You always mess things up like this."
"My oak-headed brother." Tyrion laughed. "You know what's going on. If that's the case, why bother talking about it?"
"Why do you have to emphasize our strange encounter in the Assuyan Holy Temple?" Tegris pointed out.
"Why do you ask when you already know the answer?"
The twins looked at each other tacitly. Tyrion continued to laugh, while Tegris remained silent. He thought for a moment and said, "But I still want to fight for it!" "Forget it, my oak-headed brother.
This is very troublesome. If Alariel doesn't come out, it's useless no matter how we fight. But if Alariel shows up, then we'll be sinners, and Finnuba won't be able to do anything. It's fine if we don't fight for it. I don't believe that the undead pirates and the dark elves can overturn the situation. "Tyrion gripped the hilt of the Scorching Sun Sword at his waist." Let them come. "
"If there's no other way, you can go to Avalon. I'll take care of the War Council," Tegris continued.
"Brother, don't go," Tyrion emphasized. Tyrion emphasized, "Instead of worrying about these things, why don't we discuss how to use these two dwarfs' ironclad warships to help us achieve our goal?"
"This is also what I wanted to tell you, brother. These two humans are very powerful. Ryan Macado is the Knight King of Brittania. He completed the great feat of the Great Expedition of the Eight Peaks, and is favored by Lilith. As for Fulgen, his strength is even more unfathomable. At the same time, he is also the favorite of the Snake God Sotigo. Look at the spear on his back. It is a gift from God, a divine weapon like Kane's Sword." Tegris thought for a moment and continued, "Brother, the situation is special now. We have to use their strength. It's okay, we can give in a little."
"I still have to give in?!" Tyrion suddenly raised his voice like a tiger whose tail had been stepped on. "I've already greeted them so politely and offered them gifts and gifts! They even sent food and gifts. Could it be that … these humans were still not satisfied? If we give in again and again, how far do we have to go? "
"Our Assur's retreat may seem aggressive to the humans, brother." Tegris turned around and walked a few steps to the side of the ship. He looked at the boundless ocean and the bright sunlight. The sparkling waves connected the sky and the sea. "I know it's not easy for you. On one side, there are those people in the War Council who quarrel all day long. On the other side, there's Finnuba and the Queen. This is Assur. We always put our energy into the endless palace vortex, but since that's the case, we're even more —"
"I know what you're going to say next." Tyrion interrupted Tegris. The twin brother finally shook his head. "Well, as long as they don't cause trouble, I'll restrain them a little. It's only limited to my people."
"They'll be a great help," Tegris said.
"Sort of." Tyrion did not object to this point. He knew very well that with the alliance between the dark elves and the undead pirates, the high elves were already facing a very serious crisis. At this time, a group of monkeys who were especially good at fighting and two very powerful ironclad warships had come. Naturally, they had to make use of them. They had to form an alliance and give some benefits.
Although the high elves were arrogant and looked down on everything, it was not entirely true. The high elves had already built an extremely complete intelligence system on the old world. Every year, a large amount of intelligence was first sent to the Ifetau Enclave in Marienburg, and then sent back to Ossouin by sea. The high elves were always in control of the situation in the world.
For the high elves, the human monkey army was roughly divided into three levels: the uncombat-able, the uncombat-able, and the miscellaneous.
The uncombat-able referred to the personal guards of the Kurfürst and the Duke, the core elites and royal guards of the provinces of the Empire or the Duchy of Brittany with a long history, as well as the famous mercenary groups of Tyrell.
The uncombat-able included the battle-tested direct army of the country, as well as many local professional armies with honorary designations.
The rest of the armies were all classified as the "miscellaneous" level.
However, in addition to these three levels, the high elves also had a hidden level, and that was "especially good at fighting".
There were not many armies in this level, roughly the following: Knights of the Holy Grail, Griffin Knights, Tal's Wrath Knights (a small core group of knights belonging to the Druidic Order, with about 20 to 30 members, all riding real griffins), Armoured Nur, Teuton Guards (an inner circle of the White Wolf Knights), Rick's Praetorian Guards, and the Old Guard and Fogen's personal guards, the Phoenix Guards, which were recently included.
These troops who were especially good at fighting were more or less respected by the high elves.
"Then let's do that for now." Tyrion and Tegris agreed on what to do for the time being. Tyrion smiled proudly as he looked at the two Dwarven ironclad warships. He was already thinking about how he would lead the two ironclad warships and the human elite army to defeat the Undead Pirates and the Dark Elves and achieve a glorious victory.
Tegris, on the other hand, was secretly worried. He knew his brother too well. This was just a temporary verbal agreement. How long it would be effective depended on Tyrion's mood, and even the opinions of the princes in the War Council.
But no matter what, in the following period of time, under the restraint of Tyrion and Tegris, the human army did not have any conflicts with the elves.
Thus, in September of the year 2513 of the Empire calendar, the 350th year of the Finnuba calendar, Laing and the others finally arrived at the home of the high elves, the blessed land created by the ancient sages, Ossouin.
Olica stood on the railing of the ship and looked at the land in the distance that was gradually becoming clearer. A rare sorrowful expression appeared on the dark elf's face.
"Ossouin, a dream."
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