PS: I'm sorry I'm late. I went out to play today, but the elders insisted on visiting all the places, which took a lot of time.
The challenge from Princess Etiela was a bit of wishful thinking and a show off. Ryan didn't know why, but he still decided to accept the challenge.
On one hand, it was because Princess Etiela had taken the initiative to challenge him, and it was an honorable duel. Both of them were of equal status, so Leon had no reason to refuse. On the other hand, it was also because Leon was quite displeased with the arrogance of the High Elves during this period.
Just like that, under the eyes of tens of thousands of High Elves and dozens of human officers, Laing and Princess Edila walked to the open space of the High Elves' camp in the inner city. It was a circular arena about 30 meters in diameter.
"Both sides can use their own weapons. One point for attacking the opponent's arm, two points for attacking the opponent's body, and three points for attacking the opponent's head." Princess Edila emphasized the rules of the honor duel coldly. "The one who accumulates three points or loses the ability to fight back will lose. Do you hear me? Knight King? "
Laing raised his hand, and Knight King said with a smile, "I have a question. If it's a real sword duel, how can we guarantee that we won't hurt each other?"
In the entire camp, the High Elves and the High Elves who came to watch the show burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Humans also know fear? "
"That's right. After all, it's Princess Edila. She's the hero who defeated Prince Sigwald and the Barbarians of Chaos with an elite army!"
"Everyone, guess how long it will take for Princess Edila to defeat this human Knight King?"
"My guess. After all, he's a famous human hero and the victor of the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition. About … 30 moves?"
"I guess 25 moves!"
"Hey, why are you being so conservative? We'll see in 15 moves."
The elite nobles were placing their bets in the stands of the military camp. Most of the elite nobles who lived in the inner city of Rosselne could trace their ancestry back to the early days of the Elven Empire. Most of them were of noble blood and were extremely wealthy. They took pride in participating in all kinds of elite political activities and wars. Many of them were the guards of the five major fortress gates. Most of them had the emblem of the five major fortress gates on their family coats of arms.
From this point of view, the High Elves seemed to be martial artists.
However, ever since the Poet King Isis, the High Elves' martial spirit could no longer be compared to the glorious past. Now, most of the High Elves would only serve in a few Fortress gates for a few decades to gain experience. This was a common practice since ancient times, so there's no need to talk about it here.
"Don't worry, I'll hold back." Princess Edila was quite confident. She stared at Laing with her lake-green eyes and looked quite disdainful. "As for you, as the Knight King, don't you have the ability to control yourself?"
"Very well." Laing did not say anything more. He was waiting for this sentence.
Both sides entered the field and began to prepare for the honor duel. Princess Edila raised the elven quenched longsword in her hand and recited a proverb, "Luck favors the brave."
"I am the Holy Hammer, the light that pierces the darkness." Laing also drew out Nemesis. Platinum flames and light blue light surrounded the blade of Nemesis. Laing's whole body was faintly discernible in the platinum flames and lightning.
Many High Elves were still laughing at this Knight King for overestimating himself and thinking too highly of himself. You monkeys dare to say that the light that pierces the darkness is the light that pierces the darkness? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror?
However, a small number of High Elves who had been on the battlefield and fought against the Dark Elves, the Northern Barbarians, or the beasts of the Anuli Mountains had already shut their mouths. Even Princess Edila herself felt that something was wrong.
The power that gushed out from this human …
Azarion, who was originally standing at the side and watching coldly, changed his expression slightly. He immediately reached out and grabbed the hilt of Azarion's Venomous Fang Sword at his waist. He quickly walked to the side of the arena, ready to attack at any time.
The duel began, and both sides strode into the field.
Princess Edila's height was only above average among the Elves, but she was still about 1.75 meters tall. She raised her head and looked at Laing in front of her. She moved two steps to the side, then held her sword with both hands, with the blade facing the sky, and rushed directly towards Laing. "For Taron Locke, for Ossouin!"
The Quenched Long Sword suddenly swung downwards, aiming at Ryan's wrist that was holding the sword. The silver blade turned into a stream of light.
Laing was calm. He first took a step to the side and dodged Princess Edila's attack. Vengeance slashed down from the air with platinum flames, directly hitting the middle of the quenched longsword. Princess Edila groaned. The huge force from the sword almost made her unable to hold the hilt.
Laing's storm-like attack had just begun.
Vengeance emitted wisps of platinum flames in the air, directly hitting the middle of the quenched longsword's blade. In the blink of an eye, several attacks from above forced Princess Edila to retreat. The Elven princess was forced to hold the hilt with both hands, trying to disperse Laing's power and find a little space to counterattack under his exquisite sword skills.
There was no chance. Vengeance swept across, the blade turning into dozens of phantoms. First, it hit the left side, then quickly stepped back and withdrew the sword. Laing made a beautiful back turn and let Vengeance slash down in an arc in the air, launching a fierce attack from the other side.
Princess Edila had to move her sword again to try to block.
Slash! Slash! Vengeance and the quenched longsword intersected in the middle of the blade. Under Ryan's control, Vengeance spun in a circle. He turned his wrist and flicked upwards. The longsword in the Elf Princess' hand flew directly into the sky. Before Princess Edina could react, the Knight King nimbly switched Vengeance to his left hand. His right hand quickly reached out and took down the flower fan pinned to the Elf Princess' waist.
The next second, the opened fan was pressed against Edila's throat. "That's it? I think I should have won. Your Highness, thank you for letting me win. According to Assur's custom, may I declare victory? "
The whole place was silent. Everyone was stunned.
Only the human side erupted in cheers. At this time, whether it was the old guard officers or the Phoenix Guards, they could not help but cheer loudly. Even Julius, who had always been serious, revealed a smile, thinking that his brother-in-law had done well.
Azarion the Grim found that the longsword at his waist was only half drawn.
"… This is impossible!" Princess Edila still could not react. She had lost in less than ten moves! She had lost. Her face was pale and she took two steps back. "No, this is impossible. Your swordsmanship can't be compared to the War Lord."
"So Assur are all people who refuse to admit defeat?" Laing smiled and put down the fan in his hand. The Knight King's face was full of contempt and sarcasm. "Bragging when you win, but not admitting defeat? I've already experienced it once with Aisley. I didn't expect to experience it again with Assur. "
"I didn't deny it!" Princess Edila was a little embarrassed. The elven princess took a few steps back. Her face was gloomy, but in the end, she lowered her head. "I admit defeat. You win, human."
"Ha." Laing let out a sneer. He knew in his heart that it was not that the elven princess did not admit defeat, but she had secretly changed the concept. Being defeated and admitting defeat were two different concepts.
As expected of a high elf, even if she was defeated, she still had a way of saying it. However, the high elves were not as shameless and used to breaking treaties as the wood elves, so Laing could not be bothered to argue with her. He put away the fan in his hand, thought about it, and decided to give her a way out. "Forget it. I heard that Assur's duels of honor have so-called prizes. I don't want any prizes. This fan will be my prize."
"But, that was given to me by the War Lord …" The elven princess reached out and picked up the longsword that had fallen to the side. She said anxiously, "Can I change it?"
"A loss is a loss." At this time, Tyrion rushed over with a group of silver-armored knights. He sighed after seeing Princess Edila's defeat. "Give it to him. I'll give you a new one later."
"Tsk, a pervert who has a special fetish for female accessories!"
"Shameless, the human must be on drugs!"
"Let's compete again, let's compete again!"
"It doesn't matter if you win in swordsmanship. Let's compete in archery!"
The elven nobles in the nearby stands clamored.
Tyrion was a little embarrassed. He knew how strong Princess Etilla was. This elven princess used to be his servant, and she also had an ambiguous relationship with him. The War Overlord thought to himself, No wonder Lilith chose this human. This human's strength is almost on par with me, the Osurian Guardian and the Eternal Queen's Chosen of Gods champion.
It seems that I can't call him a monkey anymore. Also, I have to re-evaluate the strength of humans. Many thoughts flashed through Tyrion's mind. This human's strength is really shocking. If all the humans in the Old World have this kind of strength …
"Laing, you're so strong. You defeated the elven princess in an instant and even took her flower fan as a trophy." Suria looked at Laing proudly. She also looked at the flower fan in Laing's hand with interest. "You like this thing a lot?"
"It's for you." Laing quickly handed the flower fan to his wife. He smiled and said, "We can't pretend that nothing happened, right?"
"Put it here." Suria didn't want other women's things at all. However, the Knight King wouldn't embarrass Laing in public. She knew that Laing was trying to intimidate Gao Jing.
Sure enough, Gao Jing was more or less concerned about his reputation. He admitted that he couldn't beat them in swordsmanship. However, another elven prince stood up immediately. "I'm Prince Iriel from the Kingdom of Erion. Human, I want to compete with you in archery."
"I don't know how to shoot." Laing was very honest about this. "I'm a knight. I have never been trained in archery."
"It's your business if you don't know how to shoot. Since you're a king and you don't know how to shoot, does this mean that you humans admit defeat?" Prince Iriel said proudly. "Then it's a draw?"
"I didn't say that I won't accept the challenge." Laing smiled. "Bertrand? You go and fight with this elven prince? "
"Yes, sir!" The commander of the Old Guard, Sir Bertrand, strode out from the Old Guard. His eagle eyes were burning with the fire of the God of Hunt. He held the super artifact blessed by Tal and Leah, the Tal's Bow. He walked to Prince Iriel and said, "I'll do it! How do we compete? "
"Please." Prince Iriel sneered in his heart. How could a human's archery be compared with Assur's?
"Let's compete on accuracy and distance!"
"Okay!"
The two sides began to compete.
The first was a fifty-meter target. Bertrand and Iriel each shot five arrows, and all hit the tenth ring.
"One hundred meters!"
Both of them shot five arrows each, and all hit the tenth ring!
"Two hundred meters!"
Bertrand tightened his bow, and the flying arrow he shot was like a meteor across the sky! It fell down.
"Tenth ring!"
Two hundred and fifty meters, and it was still the tenth ring!
Three hundred meters, and it was the tenth ring!
Three hundred and fifty meters, and it was still the tenth ring!
Four hundred meters, and it was the ninth ring!
The audience was shocked. Even Tyriel was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. The tens of thousands of elves were all silent.
Were these humans all monsters?
Prince Iriel's face was ashen. He couldn't hit the target within the fifth ring at three hundred and fifty meters, and he couldn't even hit the target at four hundred meters.
Where did this human come from? Why haven't we heard of him? Isn't it said that the strongest human archer is Markus Wolfhart, the Hunter Marshal of the Empire? Where did this Bertrand come from all of a sudden?
Half sea and half fire, the humans cheered together. The sound waves even covered the tens of thousands of elves in the barracks.
"Hahahaha, that's it? That's it? " Laing proudly patted Bertrand's shoulder to encourage him. He then said to Tyriel, "That's it? Sir War Lord, are we now qualified to evaluate the combat power of the high elves? "
"… His Majesty Knight King must be joking. You are qualified to begin with." Tyriel and the other high elves felt their faces burning. The War Lord laughed and said, "We are allies. Don't be so polite."
Just like that, the military parade, which was originally used to intimidate the human army, became a place for Laing and the others to show their strength. The high elves felt embarrassed, and the rest of the parade ended hastily. In the end, the military band played a high elven military song, "The Phoenix Flag Will Never Fall," to end the parade.
Before Laing left, he secretly placed a crystal that he infused with his psionic energy in an inconspicuous corner of the inner city. After that, he could use it as a coordinate to teleport directly.
… That's it? That's it?! That's it …
Everyone thought that after the parade, the high elves would soon set off.
But it turned out that they didn't.
In the middle of November, two weeks after the army gathered in Lothar, the high elven war council was still arguing over who would lead the army, how to fight, how to command, and how to distribute the troops. They still could not reach an agreement on how to march.
The slow and slow high elves made Laing and Forgen very impatient. However, the high elves were now stationed in the inner city, and teleporting in now would be suicide. Laing and the others could only continue to wait for an opportunity.
At the same time, in the small palace in the corner of the outer city of Lothar.
It was still a dark room, and the familiar floor-to-ceiling mirror was still there. The figure of the Witch King appeared in the mirror. "How's the fake court? Why haven't they reported the operation plan to me? You will be punished for your incompetence, Omos! "
"Your Majesty, the fake court can't come up with a suitable military plan and deployment. I'm worried for them, really," the shadow said apologetically. Umbra said with an apologetic tone, "I've investigated many times, but the war council still hasn't reached an agreement.
"This sounds interesting." Malecis said humorously, but the shadow could feel the anger in his voice. He bent down in fear so that the Witch King could not see his expression. "This is in line with Mother's judgment. Without external pressure, our cousins will never unite."
"There's news about the witch queen, Your Majesty?" the shadow asked humbly. "Can you share it? This will be of great help to our next operation. "
"Mother knows these cousins very well, even better than she knows herself." Malecis said casually, "She has been in contact with the Hedonism Cult in Ossouin for thousands of years. Even I don't know all the ways to contact them. You won't know, either."
"Yes." The shadow quickly bowed humbly.
This was such a statement from the Witch King. Malecis didn't care about lying or acting on his own. He only cared about whether you were useful to him. He knew everything. Even if he didn't know, he would say that he knew because he was the Witch King. When he admitted that he didn't know, he must have known everything and observed everything with a fooled expression.
Similarly, only when Malecis was really close to his goal would he show such a nonchalant expression so that no one could understand what he was thinking.
After a moment of silence, the shadow asked humbly, "Your Majesty, so what should I do next? Please tell me. "
Malecis continued to be silent for a few minutes. The humble servant knew that his master was thinking about everything, using his unparalleled wisdom and broad vision to plan everything.
After a long time, the mirror finally said, "Forget it. We don't have time to waste on these weak and useless relatives. I will immediately contact our undead allies and Lord Kraken, Loxia-Fallen Heart, and ask them to prepare to attack the Kingdom of Taranok!"
"Tularis, the Terrorizer, and his Kane Army will attack Nagaris and the Desolate Islands from the north of Ossouin!"
"The Skaven Rat Men promised to create an aircraft to disrupt the Great Whirlpool so that the Secret Keeper and his army can appear all over Ossouin!"
"Your mission is to inform me of the deployment of the troops and the strategic plans of our relatives … if you have any, as soon as possible!"
"Yes!" The shadow's voice was filled with excitement and ecstasy.
Once again, once again. God knows how many times this had happened in the past six thousand years.
The great revenge expedition against Ossouin was about to begin again!
"Ossouin belongs to me!"
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