The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 237 Pseudo Eternal God's Choice

Looking around at the sharp knives and spears pointing at him, the Chloe farmer hurriedly raised his hands in fright, and at the same time hurriedly jumped off the carriage.

He is just a delivery man, and Chloe Kingdom is now an [agricultural world], so it is no match for these strong Kislevs around.

But at this moment, Mrs. Kisley didn't care about the poor farmer at all, but stared fixedly at the carriage full of food behind him.

"It's food and supplies!"

"It's so good, my mouth is going to fade out of the bird!"

"I don't know if there is any beer, I just want to have a drink now?"

……

Seeing that the carriage was filled with all kinds of vegetables and fresh meat, the surrounding citizens shouted excitedly, and even the nobles put down their weapons with joyful smiles on their faces.

Due to the shortage of supplies, Prager has implemented food control for several months, and even soldiers and nobles can only get some black bread and diced sausage.

Although it looks good, but near the desolate Chaos Wasteland, the heat brought by these foods is simply not enough to resist the howling cold wind.

Now, finally, something good to eat!

As more and more carriages drove out of the portal, some Cossack warriors began to jump on the carriages to carry food with Rohan's permission.

And considering the cold weather in Kislev, Rohan also thoughtfully sent thousands of sheepskin jackets, which can be described as well-intentioned.

"Your Excellency Rohan, thank you for your contribution to Prager, we will never forget this kindness."

Peter came to Rohan's side, sincerely bowed his head to the holy angel, and expressed his sincerest gratitude as the lord.

Luo Han didn't care about this, after all, it was all a matter of little effort, and then turned around and solemnly declared:

"These things are enough for you to persist for another two months. Next, we will send an envoy to have a trade meeting with you every month. If you have any requirements, you can talk to him."

"Thank you again for your generosity, you will always be our friends in Kislev!"

Under the grateful eyes of Peter and the people of Praga, the army of elves slowly entered the portal, and then disappeared in the square of Praga.

The rest of the Prager people fell into the carnival again, cheering for the great kindness of the elves, while taking the food back to their residences.

"Heh~ forever friend, I think such a hypocritical friendship won't last for a few years...Pushkin?"

Looking at the people around Prag who were constantly grateful to the elves, Greensor couldn't help but sneered, and then he was about to take Pushkin away, but he turned around and couldn't find anyone.

What about people?

Just when Greensall thought that Pushkin was being squeezed out by the citizens swarming around to rob supplies, a voice suddenly sounded excitedly in his ear:

"Look, Green, we can cook borscht tonight!"

Greensall turned his head and saw Pushkin walking towards him excitedly carrying a bag of tomatoes and sausages, with a joyful smile on his face.

Frankly speaking, although Greensall has been whispering in his ears the hatred between elves and dwarves for thousands of years, for Pushkin and the citizens, having enough food is the most important thing.

If you can't get enough to eat, who has the energy to care about hatred?
Seeing Pushkin's slim figure not much taller than him, and the innocent smile on his face, even Greensaw, who has always been stubborn, couldn't say anything.

After thinking for a long time, he finally decided to put aside his prejudice against elves for the time being, took the initiative to take the sausage for Pushkin, and patted his beard to promise:
"Hey... okay, then let me cook today's dinner, and let you, a human kid, taste the dwarf's craftsmanship!"

———Pandor Continent, Sarleon City

The magnificent palace of the Ancient Pendor Empire stands at the very top of the city, and the whole city stands on the plain like a giant pyramid.

Relying on the multi-section city wall structure, as well as countless various forts and thick walls that are several kilometers long, the city has never been attacked from the front.

And it is such a magnificent city that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but today it ushered in his distinguished guests:
"The Son of Prophecy... Huh, it's just a lie made up by a boring magic stick. I didn't expect so many untouchables to believe such words."

Above the palace, King Ulrik of the Sarleon Realm was looking at the cheering crowd below with disdain, as well as the faintly radiant figure.

Although he believes in [Goddess of Order and Foresight, Eunomia], it does not mean that he will hand over the power in his hands to this mercenary who claims to be the [Son of Prophecy].

After all, there are not too many careerists who use the name of 'Son of Prophecy' to make trouble everywhere:

A hundred years ago, there appeared on the continent of Pendor a magic stick called [Prophet-Madigan], claiming that a son of prophecy would appear in the future to save Pendor from fire and water.

For such remarks that undermined the unity of the country, the king at the time directly chose to tie Madigan to a cross and make it a barbecue.

But even so, there are still many careerists and rogue knights who claim to be the "sons of prophecy" and use the name of "Savior" to burn, kill and loot everywhere.

At the very beginning, there were indeed many unidentified militiamen and rogue knights who joined these 'sons of prophecy', and even many businessmen raised donations for them.

But as the general public gradually recognized the nature of these so-called 'sons of prophecy', more and more Pendor began to lose interest in this kind of rhetoric.

After a hundred years like this, the people of the entire Pendor continent just regarded the 'son of prophecy' as a joke.

This is like the so-called "hot words on the Internet". Once the mass base is lost, even careerists and wandering knights will no longer call themselves "sons of prophecy".

And [Madigan's Prophecy] is nothing more than a joke that people satirize greedy nobles and ignorant careerists after dinner.

However, today, the human mercenary who claims to be the "Son of Prophecy" seems to be a little different from the previous traitors:

"The Son of Prophecy is the real Son of Prophecy!"

"You must be the hero who saved us from fire and water, please let me join your army!"

Countless warriors from the Sarleon Realm came to the street spontaneously, looking excitedly at the plate armor knight riding on the tall horse, bathed in the faint light emitted by the other party.

The light emanating from the 'Son of Prophecy' is constantly motivating them, making them eager to fight the damned elf invaders immediately.

This is a miracle!

Behind the 'Son of Prophecy', thousands of rogue knights from all over the world are holding weapons from all corners of the world, and looking forward firmly.

"I can really pretend, if it wasn't for resisting the persuasion of elves and goddesses, I wouldn't let such a proud guy enter my city!"

Seeing the 'Son of Prophecy' who was bathed in flowers and praises thrown by the people below, Ulrik suppressed the anger in his heart, turned his head and left the palace.

And on the square where the statue of King Ulrik was engraved, the 'Son of Prophecy' waved to the surrounding people, and at the same time jumped off his horse and took off his helmet.

Everyone straightened their heads, hoping to see the true face of the 'Son of Prophecy', but only saw an ordinary and familiar face.

It was Mordred, the head of the Pendor mercenary regiment who was originally in charge of training recruits and was stationed in Emperor Lingang!
"Hello, friends from Sarleon Realm, I am your old acquaintance Mordred, and I am Pendor's [Son of Prophecy]."

Looking at the people of Sarleon City who were constantly throwing flower petals around, Mordred, who had been promoted to 'The Chosen of the Gods', had a smile on his face and waved his hands around.

Sensing the love and admiration of the people around him in the Sarleon Land, as well as the enormous power in his body, Mordred's heart burst with honeyed confidence.

I'm afraid even his employer, Dario, didn't guess that he would be favored by the gods and become the legendary [Son of Prophecy], right?

As the head of the mercenary hired by the elves, the original Mordred was just an ordinary human mercenary training recruits in Emperor Lingang, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

However, just a few weeks ago, Mordred, who was sleeping in the port of Emperor's Landing, suddenly heard the call of a mysterious force, leading him to the forest outside the city.

Mordred has forgotten exactly what happened, and only remembers that he obtained an indescribable magical power and a familiar war bow floating in front of him:
It's [Urwit's Evidence]!
Mordred stared blankly at the artifact in front of him that had accompanied him in his conquest of the Misty Mountain Army. He knew that it was the weapon of the great archer god—【Urwitt】.

In the past, he relied on this powerful bow to successfully defeat the Chosen One of the Misty Mountain on the battlefield—[The Killer Wolfbird], and shot through the opponent's thigh.

After that, [Urbett's Proof] disappeared from his hands, and Mordred became the mortal again.

I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to come into contact with this artifact in my lifetime!
At that time, Mordred took the artifact almost without thinking, but suddenly a clear female voice came from next to his ear:

"I am [Goddess of Order Eunomia], thank you for your willingness to obey our call, now we need your power more than ever!
Pendor has once again been broken and torn apart, which forces the gods to unite again to fight against our common enemy: the elves!
New enemies have begun to invade, and old enemies are about to make a comeback. We must find the evil spirit god——【Ms. Mist】as soon as possible, and completely destroy it once and for all.

Would you be willing to take up your bow again in defense of Pendor? "

A thunderous sound sounded from Mordred's ears, which immediately woke him up from a daze, and stared blankly at the war bow in his hand.

Good guy, are the gods going to unite against the elves?
Recalling the giants and flying dragons he witnessed in Emperor Lingang, Mordred, who has always been cautious in his style of doing things, hesitated for a moment, and was about to let go of the hand holding the war bow.

It's not that he doesn't want to help the gods, it's just that the concubines can't do it!
Although he was able to defeat Wolf Bird who was also the [God's Chosen] with this bow back then, he didn't think that he could defeat hundreds of flying dragons and giants with a single bow.

He is not a self-propelled ballista, as an ordinary person, he will also be burned to death by the dragon flames, not to mention that the salary the elves give him is not low, why should he fight so hard?
However, he soon discovered in horror that his body was holding the war bow completely uncontrollably, and then walked towards the lake in the distance!
"WTF, strong buying and strong selling?!"

Seeing his body being soaked by the faintly shiny lake surface, Mordred hurriedly began to struggle in fright, but in the end he had no choice but to choose to give in helplessly.

I don't know how long it took, when Mordred woke up again, he had already returned to his room, and [Urvert's Evidence] was leaning against his bedside!

In this way, Mordred, who was forced to become the "Pseudo-Eternal Chosen", embarked on a war against the elves:
Whether it's the poisonous arrow used to assassinate Rohan, or the deliberate dissemination of anti-elves in the elves' territory, they are all his masterpieces.

It's a pity that not long ago, he was suddenly hunted down by several elves wearing red and white rune plate armor, and his superb martial arts even made him feel tricky.

What was even more frightening was that those elves still had the power to mobilize other elves, and directly sent a silver dragon knight to hunt him down in the city.

The ferocious dragon flame directly covered half of the city, but even so, those rune elves still didn't give up chasing and killing them, as if they didn't care about sacrificing the whole city!

If he didn't know the terrain of Emperor Lingang like the palm of his hand, his life might be lost!

Recalling the tragic situation at that time, Mordred couldn't help but sigh with emotion. This was the first time he encountered such a situation in his mercenary career.

Just when he fell into memory, a voice full of hostility and confusion suddenly came from a distance, directly interrupting his thoughts:

"Son of Prophecy, can you tell us what your purpose in coming to Sarleon City is to swear allegiance to the great King Ulrik?"

An aristocratic knight in a lion's red robe was looking at the mercenary with a strange light with some disdain, barely concealing his arrogance.

Most of the surrounding nobles also had unfriendly eyes, obviously not interested in this son of prophecy who jumped out of nowhere.

Like King Ulrik, the nobles of Sarleon Land would not believe in the so-called Son of Prophecy, after all, this meant that their rights would be reshuffled.

They are all great nobles in Sarleon City that have been passed down for hundreds of years. Who would be happy when suddenly a son of prophecy who can lead the whole of Pendor pops up?
Mordred obviously knew his situation. He looked at the people and nobles around him, and calmly turned to look at the statue of King Gupander in the center of the city, feeling nostalgic.

Then, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Mordred jumped onto a wooden platform more than 5 meters high, and gave an impassioned speech:
"Everyone, stop pretending, I have a showdown, I am not only the legendary son of prophecy, but also the orthodox heir of the Pendor Empire!"

(End of this chapter)