Warhammer Throne

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The summer wind blew through the little pavilion, and Ryan began to think about Mogiana's proposal.

The fairy in the lake gave Mogiana a unique method of training griffins. This domestication method allows griffins to possess magical abilities, just like François’s pure blood elf pegasus can condense energy and spit white light. As long as this little griffin is tamed according to the method of the fairy in the lake, and the supernatural power of feeding the fairy in the lake is supplemented with the spiritual power of Ryan, it can become a powerful griffin that can use magical attacks.

This is the gift given to him by the fairy in the lake. Lilith has to spend a lot of supernatural power to tame this magical creature, but for the knight, a good mount is worth all the price. Ryan did not hesitate too much when he saw it. Nodding: "Then please."

"Well, the lady has arranged everything." Morjana took out a gem containing powerful divine power from her arms. This was something that the fairy in the lake gave her to accelerate the growth of the little griffin and help it awaken. Magic ability.

Ryan smiled and nodded. He picked up the little griffin and stuffed the delicious venison into the little griffon’s mouth. He pecked on his face, then fluttered his wings and flew to the top of the pavilion.

"It can already master the ability to fly very well." Teresa only felt that the look in her eyes was strange and unfriendly. The Sorceress couldn't stand it anymore. She found a way to get out of the pavilion. , Walked to Ryan's side.

The female warlock in summer wears a classic print dress with water blue rue and ink, the skirt only reaches the knee, and she has a white rose pinned to her gleaming black long hair. She is beautiful and charming, full of summer style and tenderness. White long legs are all exposed, white soft sandals on her beautiful feet, and toes painted with red cardamom nail polish are particularly attractive. She walked to Ryan's side: "By the way, the site of my wizard tower has been selected. It's selected."

"Where did you choose?" Ryan took a half-blood elf warhorse and carefully managed the warhorse's mane.

"I chose a valley in the Charon Forest, not far from your brother's forest hut. The environment there is very good and quiet." Teresa's face was very resentful: "I am going to start your wedding. Before laying the foundation, the dwarves have already taken over the business and are ready to start construction."

"It's a good place, it's safe there." Ryan nodded repeatedly. Teresa would indeed pick a place. The wizard tower of the sorcerer was built there, and he was relieved. When he was about to say something, his horse grapes stuck out his tongue in Ryan. Licking his face, it made him drool.

"Grape! What's wrong with you, you have to be a licking dog!" Ryan couldn't say anything for an instant. He frowned and backed away. Grape yelled happily when he saw him in embarrassment.

"Hahahaha~" Teresa and Morjana laughed when they saw Ryan's embarrassed appearance. The sorcerer took out a towel to help Ryan wipe his face: "This is Grape who is showing kindness to you."

Grape is a headache for Ryan. This pureblood elf warhorse was originally very arrogant. After following Ryan, he became more arrogant. When his temper came, he stretched his legs and kicked people. Many serfs often served the "Master Grapes". He was kicked out for several meters on the spot. It's fair to say that Grape knows how to measure. He knows that this is Ryan's people, and usually won't be kicked to death, but the serfs have to lie in bed and rest for several days.

I heard that the sergeants and knights in the castle are still opening the market secretly, betting on who will be the next groom kicked by the grapes.

As a result, when Su Liya came, the grapes impregnated Su Liya's pure-blood elf mare named Richter, making Ryan and Su Liya dumbfounded.

Ryan had to ask the Wood Elf for help, and let the Wood Elf help him breed the Elf Warhorse.

It is not without reason to ask the wood elves for help. There was this one when the second generation of knight king Lewis and the wood elves negotiated a peace. The wood elves will provide Bretons with answers to the breeding of the elven war horses.

As soon as the Wood Elf shot [XBooktxt www.xbooktxt.info], the effect was outstanding. In just one year, the grapes were full of children and grandchildren, and the stables were almost filled.

The half-blood elf warhorses are different from the pure-blood warhorses in terms of explosive power, endurance, gravity, and wisdom. The earliest batch of pure-blood warhorses were captured when the Bretons crossed the gray mountains. These pure-blood elves Because the horse was abandoned by the retreating elves, it multiplied freely on this land and became a capture by the Bretons.

After the founding of the country, Brittany added the "Prohibition of Export of Thoroughbred Elf Warhorses" into the national policy, and it hasn't changed to this day. Ryan has benefited a lot from just selling a few half-blood Elf warhorses.

Count Glamorgan wiped his face clean, pulled the reins of a half-blood elf warhorse and sent it to the hand of the warlock: "Give it to you, dear Teresa, it will be your mount from now on."

This is a brown half-blood elf warhorse that is almost two meters high. Before it fully grows up, it already looks very tall and mighty, majestic, and has a particularly long mane with a white spot on its forehead.

"Only I have it?" Teresa pulled the reins unwillingly, admiring her new mount.

"Give it to you first, I think you need it most." Ryan didn't say anything, he put down the towel: "If you have any questions, just ask me... By the way, is there no problem with the funding for the Wizard Tower? Do you want me to lend you a little? "

"You lend me? Then how do I pay it back?" Teresabet gave Ryan a look: "Don't worry, I raised a little by myself, and my mother gave me a little. Finally, I asked the Garland Council to borrow some, Veronica He also extended a helping hand to me."

"Veronica?! She would actually help you!" Ryan was surprised now, and he stopped what was in his hands: "It's unbelievable."

"Oh, this is what we did before, so you don't need to know it." Teresa said angrily: "You should continue to prepare for your marriage to the Marquise Suria."

Ryan nodded awkwardly. He knew why Teresa was willing to drop the great prospects of Garland and build a wizard tower in her own territory: "Sorry, if you have any needs, just tell me, I will arrange for someone to help you. "

"There are also people who have money. There is not much need. By the way, I plan to take Emma to buy something at Polderro. Are you free to go with me?" Teresa looked up at Ryan, silver There is expectation in the eyes.

"Today?" Emma is Teresa's newly-accepted apprentice. There are now a lot of witch apprentices in Lane's territory, and the residents are not surprised.

"Yes, just today." Seeing Ryan's tone loosened, Teresa continued: "Let's ride a horse today, stay there for one night, and ride back tomorrow. Don't spend much time."

"Yeah~" This request is normal, because when you take Ryan with you, all shops can get a 20% discount. Ryan starts to think about what he has today and whether he can take a trip with Teresa.

"Miss Trovik, I don't think you have so much time to go shopping in Polderro!" A cold voice roughly interrupted the conversation between the two.

Morgiana, wearing a slanted shoulder lily pleated petticoat, didn’t know when she came over, wearing a golden flower crown, and bare-footed walking slowly near the lake **** witch’s beautiful face with thin anger and impatience: "You are high The learning of Gothic is not enough. In the rest of today, you must quickly master the sixth and tenth games of Arthur’s founding twelve battles, and repeat them to me in Gothic before sunset."

"His Royal Highness, but today's course is already..." Teresa felt very strange, and she immediately subconsciously pleaded: "...Is it over?"

"Since you learn Gothic from me, the course is my final say. Obviously, Miss Trovik, you did not meet the expected requirements, so please take more time!" Mogiana reprimanded the female warlock, her tone was not How nice.

After speaking, Mojana glared at Ryan who wanted to help, and the count had to shut up. In this country, Mojana's authority was beyond doubt.

"Come with me! Miss Trovik." Mogiana motioned to Teresa to return to the pavilion, and the break was over.

"Yes, Your Highness Morgiana."

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Just as Maugiana was instructing Teresa’s Gothic use, Pordro, Bodreux, and Mannan Dockyard.

A dwarf's medium-sized ironclad ship is docking in the harbor.

Surrounded by dozens of dwarf bearded warriors and hammer warriors, an old dwarf covered in white beard stepped onto the land of Polderro.

His face was full of years and stubbornness as hard as a stone, but after seeing the prosperous scene of Polderro Pier, the old dwarf sighed softly: "Five hundred years, the outside The world has indeed changed."

"Master Clark, we have arrived in Poldero. The humans who have invited you to make weapons are inland. We still need to walk some distance." A dwarf rune craftsman with a long white beard said, this dwarf also has more than 400 Years old, but in front of the old dwarf, he was as respectful as a child.

"Well, follow the given position and it's all done." Clark-Harshman, the president of the Dwarf Runecraftsman Association, nodded. He carried his doomsday anvil and his sledgehammer, and walked towards the shore.

Hundreds of dwarves followed his footsteps.

"This... dwarf... sir, that... at the port..." Duke Bodrick’s wharf tax officer accompanied the dwarves with a smiling face, and whispered, "To get ashore here is to register your name and... And pay taxes..."

"Huh?" Clark-Sterner stopped and glared at the tax officer.

Dozens of dwarf bearded warriors and hammer warriors all raised their weapons and looked at the tax officer.

"Uh... I mean, dwarf brothers, welcome to Poldero!" The tax officer immediately stood up straight and said loudly, "I hope you have a good time here!"

"Humph~" Clark-Severe could barely understand what the human being was talking about. He nodded and walked away.

"President! Look over there!" The dwarf and his party took a few steps, and immediately a rune craftsman pointed to the shore and said, "That's it?"

A huge ship appeared on the horizon. The huge ship was about 130 meters long and 234 meters wide. The sail of the ship was painted with the flag of the High Elf Safri Kingdom and a phoenix. Flying along this giant ship!

"It's the pointed ears! That's the ocean-going ship of the high elves! It's bad luck. Why did I meet these pointed ears just after going down the mountain?!" Clark-Sterner said badly, but stopped.

The dwarves stopped when they saw this.

The high elves’ ocean-going ship travels extremely fast. It only took more than ten minutes for the ship’s appearance to dock. The approach of this ocean-going ship “squeezed away” many merchant ships that were planning to dock. Docked at the Mannang dry dock rather domineeringly.

The hatch opened, and groups of high elves appeared. The first to appear were large groups of high elven archers wearing crowns and breastplate cloth robes, and high elven spearmen wearing pointed helmets and scale skirts. They quickly and fiercely took control of the dock, and then signaled everyone to leave!

As the humans on the dock were expelled, more high elf soldiers poured out from the cabin. They were armed with large elf bows, crossed spears and shields on their backs, and dressed in blue and white high elf busts and armor skirts. Elf soldiers appeared in large numbers, and they lined up in neat columns, their every move was as gorgeous as flowing water, full of moving artistic sense.

What followed was the high elven elites wearing pointed red tasseled wings helmets and red and white enchanted plate armor. They appeared last, and their aura was the strongest. It is worth noting that the number of these elites who appeared last was not many, only not. There are a hundred, but each of them has a legendary aura, which means that these less than a hundred high elves are all legendary powerhouses!

Each of these elites is holding a giant sword! The length of these giant swords is more than one meter two!

On the dock, all the human beings are already looking stupid. The tax officer appointed by the Duke of Poderro, Boderek, has a pale face for a while, and he doesn’t know what to do. How did the army of high elves appear in Polder? Luo? !

Can my terminal tax officer continue to do it?

The dwarves all stood in the distance watching the excitement. The tax officer could only gritted his teeth and said in his own low Gothic language: "That... Mr. High Elf?"

Dozens of high elf spearmen and archers all fixed their gazes at him. The tax officer was so frightened that his legs were weak, and he took a few steps back: "Well... what's the matter with you coming to Poldero? ?"

"..." Several high elves glanced at each other. They didn't understand what the human was saying, and simply ignored him.

The tax officer was very embarrassed. It was not right to step back, and he might die when he went up. He had to repeat his words aloud: "What's the matter with the high elves coming to Poldero?"

He was lucky, and someone understood.

"Step~Step~Step~" On the high elf's ocean-going ship, one person finally came down.

Wearing the crown of Safri’s conquest, holding Lilith’s moon staff, and wearing a blue-and-white high elves robes, he walked down the giant ship step by step, and the high elves’ team was like a wave of waves. Shaking a little, made a way for him.

Obviously, he is the leader of this army.

The man walked up to the terminal tax officer and said in a proficient low Gothic language.

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