Warhammer Throne

In Tyrion's imagination, the images of Ryan and Fogan should be the kind of typical imperial human costumes.

What is a typical imperial human dress?

Roughly that kind of mediocre facial features + weather-beaten wrinkled face + earthy fur coat or flowered clothes + messy unrecognizable coat of arms + hundreds of years out of date soft hat.

This can’t be blamed on Tyrion, because the warlord has seen most of the human merchants operating in Lothern during his more than three hundred years of life, and occasionally he can see some human mercenaries, and then the high elves have collected them. Part of the information about the leader of the human empire in the old world, he took it for granted.

In Lothern, Ryan's portrait was not unavailable, but that was not something Tyrion cared about, he had never seen it, and was not interested.

Therefore, after seeing Ryan and Fugen appear, Tyrion frowned instinctively. The two humans in front of him looked like they were in their prime of life. Among them, Fugen was very charming and charming, and even had something on his body. The popularity of men, women, and children. His long silver, soft, non-branched hair was running down the purple robe. For a moment, Tyrion felt that the other party was the real noble man.

Ryan’s temperament is not as coquettish as Fukun’s, but Tyrion feels that his handsome and tough face, straight posture, gentle and tough attitude, as well as the absolute confidence in his eyes, and the bright and dazzling light all over his body make Tyrion feel Ryan is a lot like a person.

It is very similar to the lover of the Eternal Queen, who is known as the greatest champion warrior in the world, the most trusted war lord of the Phoenix King, and the lover of the Eternal Queen.

There was a big gap between what we imagined, and two human handsome men came. This was something Tyrion hadn’t expected. The war lord, the eternal queen’s chosen champion, and Ke Si Kui’s dragon originally prepared a lot of diplomatic expressions of friendship, as a result. After seeing this scene, he didn’t know why he couldn’t say it. He paused, and had to pick two sentences and said: “Welcome, you must be the famous Knight King Ryan-Macado. You have completed the Eight Peaks Mountain. The one on the expedition."

"Yes, it's an honor to see you, Your Excellency Tyrion." Ryan nodded, but he did not come up.

Tyrion said, he showed a standard smile, did not stretch out his hand, and said directly to Fogen, "Then you must be the commander of Fogen's army. You are in Ruscia's affairs, even if it is Osuan. I heard it all in the court."

"It's a great honor." Fukun also showed a standard smile.

"Well, Azul understands your contribution in this great battle, and I want to thank you." There were a lot of words prepared in Tyrion's stomach that couldn't be said for some reason. He cleared his throat gently, thinking There is nothing left to say.

There was a strange silence on the deck.

The atmosphere was very embarrassing. Targris also noticed this. The Supreme Mage sighed softly in his heart and took the initiative to speak: "Warlord, Ryan and the others are very exhausted in their ocean voyages. I have also told you about the situation. , Let’s not stay anymore and return to Osu’an as soon as possible.”

After listening to Tyrion, his gaze was still rolling back and forth on Ryan and Faugan: "This armored ship is not bad, the big iron block looks very solid."

"If Your Excellency Tyrion is interested, I can send someone to show you the internal facilities of the Enterprise." Ryan said politely.

"Your Bafeng Mountain Expedition will definitely benefit a lot," Tyrion said.

"I have heard about Osuan's architectural art and magnificent culture for a long time, and I must see it this time," Fukun said.

"You will have a chance." Tyrion looked a little absent-minded, his eyes flickered a few times, and his attention was focused on the giant Phoenix ship dragging behind the Enterprise, and finally found the topic: "How to damage it like this? ."

"King Ryan, Captain Fogen, I will go to the ship to take a look first. The navigator will help everyone through the magical fog as soon as possible." Tyrion immediately signaled that he wanted to check the damage to the Titan Phoenix giant ship. Degree: "Please do it yourself, oh yes, my people have brought a lot of fresh fruits, vegetables and meat. Please don't be out of sight and enjoy."

"Thank you." Ryan and Fugan looked at Tyrion and Targris from the back. Behind Tyrion was a team of silver-helmed knights. These knights are examples of martial and brave high elves, as well as Terry. One of the elite armies under Ang's command, for the cavalry of the high elves, the dragon princes are too cold and remote, and the Arion predators are too wild and cruel.

Only these silver-helmed knights are proud but not arrogant, brave but not lacking in self-cultivation. Their pure white robes are still shining under the dazzling silver armor of Ithema, and their carefully polished helmets reflect the sun like a mirror. Tyrion’s adjutant Bella Ryan followed behind the warlord. Behind his pointed wing helmet was decorated with white wings that stretched backwards, demonstrating his lofty status. Tyrion turned directly towards the severely damaged Phoenix Giant. The ship walked away, and Taigris, the Sword Saint of Hors, and the Knights of the Silver Helmet followed closely behind.

"I think our trip to Osu'an will not be easy, brother." Looking at Tyrion's back, Ryan said to Fogen.

"I think so too." Fukun smiled and shook his head: "But isn't it something we thought about?"

"Yeah." Ryan sighed: "But our identity is destined to be difficult to see the Eternal Queen, then this war lord is the actual person who Osuan's, if he..."

"Look again at that time, Ryan, relax." Fogen smiled: "It's really not possible. Let your maid think of a solution."

"No, it's your maid." Ryan murmured: "Your maid is more useful than mine."

"Hahaha!"

On the other side, Tyrion boarded the dilapidated high-precision giant ship, and he signaled that everyone didn't need to keep up, he wanted to say a few words to his brother.

Tyrion was shocked by the various bullet holes and destroyed facilities on the giant ship. There were battle traces everywhere on the deck. Several eagle-claw ballistas were destroyed. Tyrion reached out and touched the bullet holes on the giant ship. : "Brother, do you remember when we fought side by side to face the evil demon Kali?"

"Yes, I remember it fell off the cliff, because of my magic, because of your sword." Taigris nodded.

"Very well, we discussed at the time that the devil’s revenge will never stop, but we will not let it succeed, no matter how many times it comes back, it will be the same." Tyrion turned around, and he cocked the corners of his mouth: "Just Our brothers are united."

"You are in trouble." Targris smiled suddenly, which is rare.

"With a lot of people and complicated situations, how do I feel that Osuan is enemies in all directions." Tyrion turned around, and the golden red phoenix texture on his silk cloak contrasted with the dove pattern with green olive branches. , The former represents that he is the descent of Elario, the latter represents that he is the champion of the Eternal Queen's choice: "The outside is also the same inside."

Originally, Targris could wear this way, but Targris didn't like it, especially when he was young when he saw his brother being sought after, countless elven girls circled him, and his only show of love was rejected. , Targris still prefers to wear the sea-blue robe belonging to the White Tower of Hoss.

"It looks like my proposal is in trouble." Targris said calmly.

"No one wants to lose Lothern. That is where the Phoenix Palace is, especially when everyone thinks it is necessary. I respect your opinion very much, but not everyone respects it." Tyrion said casually.

"My magical idiot brother, quarrels can't solve the problem, you should wait until I go back." Targris said calmly: "You always mess up things like this."

"My oak-headed brother." Tyrion laughed loudly: "You know what's going on, if that's the case, why bother to say it."

"Why should you emphasize that weird experience in the Asoyan Temple at that time?" Targris pointed out.

"Why do you ask knowingly?"

The twins glanced at each other tacitly, Tyrion continued to laugh, while Targris remained silent. He thought for a while: "But I still want to fight!"

"Forget it, my oak-headed brother, this matter is very troublesome. Ellarelli doesn’t come out. It’s useless for us to fight, but if Ellarelli shows up, then we’re sinners, and Finnuba’s side is not. It's easy to do, this matter, no matter if you don't argue, I don't believe that the undead pirates and the dark elves can turn the sky." Tyrion held the hilt of the Sun Sword at his waist: "Let them just come."

"It really doesn't work, you go to Avalon, I will solve it from the War Council." Targris continued.

"Brother, don't go." Tyrion emphasized: "Instead of entangled in these things, let's discuss how to use these two dwarf ironclad ships to help us accomplish our goals."

"This is what I want to tell you, brother, these two human beings are very powerful. Ryan Macado, the king of knights in Brittania, has completed the great feat of the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition, and it is Lilith. The favored person, as for that Fugen's strength is even more unfathomable. He is also the favorite of the snake **** Sotego. Look at the spear behind him. The god-given thing is like the sword of Kane. The same divine weapon." Targris thought for a while, and then said: "Brother, now in a special situation, we must use their power, anyway, give way a little."

"I'm back?!" Tyrion suddenly raised his voice like a tiger whose tail had been stomped on: "I was so polite and proactive to greet them! I also gave food and gifts to them. Could it be that... Are human beings still at a loss? If I retreat and then retreat, how far will I, Asul, retreat?"

"Our Assour’s retreat may be aggressive in the eyes of humans, brother." Targris turned and walked a few steps, walked to the side of the ship, and looked at the endless ocean and the bright sunlight, sparkling. , Haitian connects: "I also know that you can’t do it well. On one side are those in the War Council who have been arguing all day long, and on the other side are Finnuba and the Queen. This is Azul. We will always focus on infinity. Within the endless palace whirlpool, but in that case, we are even more..."

"I know what you want to say next." Tyrion interrupted Targris, and the twin brother finally shook his head: "Well, as long as they don't cause trouble, I'll restrict myself a little bit. Only my people. "

"They will be a powerful help." Targris said.

"That's right." Tyrion didn't object to this. He knew very well that as the dark elves and undead pirates formed an alliance, the high elves were already facing a very serious crisis. The monkey, and two very powerful armored ships, naturally need to use them, form alliances, and give some benefits.

Even if the high elves are so arrogant, they feel that they are very arrogant. In fact, it is not completely. The high elves have built an extremely complete information system for the old world. Every year, a large amount of information is first sent to Effie in Marienburg Tao Feidi, and then sent back to Osu'an by sea, the high elves are in control of the world situation at all times.

For the high elves, the army of human monkeys is roughly divided into three levels, namely, non-fighting, especially non-fighting, and miscellaneous fish.

What can't be mentioned are the Electors and the Duke's Guards, the core elites and royal guards that have a long history in the imperial provinces or the Duchy of Brittany, and the well-known mercenaries of Tyrell.

In particular, it cannot fight against some long-tested national troops directly under the state, as well as many local professional troops with honorary designations.

All remaining troops are classified as "trash fish".

However, in addition to these three levels, the high elves also have a hidden level, which is "especially able to fight".

There are not many armies in this level. There are roughly the following: Knights of the Holy Grail, Knights of Griffon, Knights of Tal's Fury, Nur Iron Armor, Teutonic Guard, Rick Guard, and more recently The Phoenix Guards, the guards of the old guards and Fukun, who had just been counted in.

The high elves have a certain amount of respect for such a particularly capable unit.

"Let’s do that first." Tyrion and Targris agreed on what to do for the time being. Tyrion was full of vigor and smiled triumphantly. He looked at the two dwarven iron-clad ships, and he was already thinking about how he would lead the two iron-clad ships. The high-precision combined army with humans defeated the splendid victory of undead pirates and dark elves.

But Targris has a hidden worry. He knows his brother too well. This is just a temporary verbal agreement. How long it can take effect depends on Tyrion's mood and even the opinions of the princes in the war council.

But in any case, for a while, under the constraints of Tyrion and Targris, the human army did not clash with the elves.

Thus, in September of 2513 of the imperial calendar, in the 350th year of the Nautical King Fenuba calendar, Ryan and others experienced a long voyage, and finally arrived at the home of the high elves, the blessed land of the ancient sage, Osuan.

Standing on the side of the ship, Olica looked at the land that gradually became clear in the distance, and the dark elf's face showed a sad expression extremely rare.

"Osuan, have a dream."