The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 293
"Don't be stupid, this poor continent is not worth my destruction at all, why should I do such a thankless thing?"

Rohan's shadow clone couldn't help but roll his eyes. The only function of a feudal society like Westeros, which was behind Pendor, was to act as a logistics base for him.

What's more, compared to destruction by force, why didn't Rohan, who owns the portal, choose to ask for the power of Ms. Misty, and use divine power to make this world lost forever?

This is not only more efficient, but also has zero pollution and zero loss, directly making the whole world disappear in Luo Han's coordinates, and there is no need to worry about the other party making trouble for him.

Rohan may not be good at solving troubles, but he is very good at solving those who cause troubles!
Looking at the confident Rohan in front of him, the simple Hawke couldn't help but slightly lowered the ice spear in his hand and got into a tangle.

He also knew that his current behavior was tantamount to moths rushing to the flame, after all, he had seen the back of the other party when he easily waved the blue sword to kill the strange ghost.

If you choose to trust the other party now, then you can lay down your weapons and avoid death, but those innocent people...

"The children of the forest are right, you creatures called 'elves' are really good at deceiving people!"

After thinking for a long time, Hawke recalled the prophecy that the Son of the Forest warned him, so he firmly raised the ice spear and said:
"Cunning sharp ears, the forest emissary of the old gods has given me a prophecy that the evil wild hunt will slaughter and enslave the entire continent of Westeros, and will also bring hoarfrost that will destroy the world!
In order to protect the bright future of those weak humans, even if I have lost my human body now, I must stop you! "

After finishing speaking, he raised the spear in his hand and stabbed at Luo Han's shadow clone, without noticing the question mark on Luo Han's face.

wild hunt?Hoarfrost?
Such a familiar title, have you heard of it somewhere?

slap~
Lost in memory, Rohan directly crushed the ice spear that Hawk stabbed, then raised his hand and slapped the ugly ghost away, and began to think about the information he had just heard from Hawk.

"Children of the forest... If I remember correctly, those things seem to be a group of female creatures similar to treants. Can they still prophesy?"

Due to the age is too long, Luo Han only has a general memory of "Wizard" and "Quanyou" in his mind, and more details have long been forgotten.

Lohan has no memory of the fellow elves named 'Wild Hunt' mentioned by Hawke, only knowing that they also seem to have the ability to travel through different worlds...

and many more!

Thinking of this, Luo Han suddenly raised his head to look at the sky covered in snow and mist, licked his lips and murmured:
"Woc, those elves who have the same ability to travel through different worlds as me are my real 'citizens', right?"

After all, Luohan's brain does not have the slightest memory of the original host of the elf body, let alone where his ability to travel through came from.

And the beginning of his memory is that he fell from the sky with his buttocks naked, and was picked up by the Witch King to be adopted by Naggarond.

And the memory before coming to [Warhammer World] is the clichéd encounter with a girl in red who was almost hit by a truck because she was chasing a balloon, and she became a scapegoat.

However, it is different from the cliché rescue plot, who chose not to save himself, but was hit and killed by a truck turning to avoid the little girl...

At the end of the memory, Luo Han couldn't help scratching his scalp with his right hand, and then said with some depressed emotion:
"Hey~ my scalp is so itchy, I feel like my brain will grow out if I continue to think about it!"

In fact, for him, the so-called plot effects in his previous life have become smaller and smaller, to the point where they can basically be ignored.

After all, whether it is in the Warhammer World or in the Myriad World, after all, it is just a collection of worlds where the weak dominate with strength.

Thinking of this, Rohan's shadow clone gradually dissipated into a wisp of black smoke, leaving only a devilish whisper to the wildlings:

"Game of Thrones? It's just a trick for the weak. With my current strength and hundreds of thousands of troops, do I still need to play some games with those mortals?"

Consciousness gradually returned to his body, and Luohan, who was sitting on the mountain peak, slowly stood up, looking proudly at the dozens of silver dragon knights surrounding him in the air to protect him, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

Realizing that Rohan had awakened, Lisa Dilan, who had been kneeling and waiting by the side, also stood up and reported to Rohan at the same time:
"The casualties have been counted. Except for more than 400 elf recruits who were directly hit by the magic attack of the aliens, the other wounded have recovered.

However, four silver dragons were unfortunately killed on the spot in the battle with the Night King. If you want to make up for the battle damage, you can only use ordinary ash dragons to make up for it. "

After saying that, Lisa Dilan shook his head with some regret. Now he has not seen Drucci's fertility rate that can be called human, so he is still sighing for the loss of hundreds of elves.

However, Luo Han was not so sentimental, after all, he had seen this kind of posture a lot.

Every time the Lord Witch King's expedition to Ulthuan caused tens of thousands of casualties to Durucci, and there were even hundreds of thousands of heavy casualties on several occasions!
However, Rohan was also 'fortunate' to witness the horrible scene where the blood and mutilation of the elves were splattered on the entire plain, and tens of thousands of elves died in battle.

However, even after suffering such a severe loss, the Drucci elves were still able to quickly make up for the battle damage with their fertility comparable to humans, and the total number remained stable.

Because of this, Rohan will not feel sad because of the losses of some recruits who have not yet formed combat effectiveness. After all, the way of the Noldor elves is not easy for him.

You human beings are decreasing all the time, but our Drucci elves are endless!

"Only more than 400 people were lost in the battle without receiving the servo from Ms. Misty. It seems that the quality of recruits recruited this time is pretty good."

After hearing such a slight loss, there was a satisfied smile on Rohan's face, obviously very satisfied with the current situation of the recruits.

After all, compared to his [-] directly descended troops who had received blessings, these recruits were only slightly better equipped than ordinary Drucci fighters, and their strength was not considered strong.

Not only do these recruits have endless physical strength, no enchanted weapons, they even lack sufficient support firepower.

However, in the face of the siege of hundreds of thousands of ghouls, these young fighters were able to not take a step back under the encouragement of the 'Ash Battle Banner', and they were indeed worthy of the salary paid by Luohan.

"Well done, these lads deserve an award!"

Looking at the soldiers of Drucci who were resting in line at the bottom of the mountain, Luohan directly took out a large box full of gold coins from the system space.

Kacha~
Luo Han directly kicked open the box containing nearly ten thousand gold coins, then spread his wings, picked up the box and flew towards the sky above the camp.

As a young elf who is also only over 100 years old, Rohan knows very well what these warriors who are full of killing and desire in their hearts need:

money!
Rohan, who flew over the camp, immediately attracted the attention of all the elves present, and almost all the recruits enthusiastically raised their weapons and cheered for their idols:
"Rohan! Rohan! Rohan!"

Most of these recruits are young elves who voluntarily join the army. They are only five or sixty years old and they are in their hot-blooded adolescence, which is a beautiful time of restlessness.

And Luo Han, who is equally young but stronger, is undoubtedly the idol sought after by all of them!
What, you mean Lord Witch King?

Although it is profane to say so, for these young Drucci elves, Malekith is more like a myth living in legend, a legend that they cannot surpass.

But Luohan is different. After all, compared to the unreachable Lord Witch King, Lord Luohan who is often in contact with on weekdays is much more image-like than the Lord Witch King who has never met before!
For these proud young fighters, they all have a newborn calf's self-confidence in their hearts, thinking that they can also achieve Luohan's achievements.

Looking at the recruits of Drucci below who had undisguised ambition in their eyes, Rohan said with satisfaction:
"Knowing the difference in strength, I still don't hide my ambition. It seems that the potential of this group of recruits is better than I imagined!"

He naturally also knew what these recruits were thinking in their minds. They just wanted to make great achievements beyond themselves on the battlefield, and then replace themselves.

As the saying goes, soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers. It's a good thing to be ambitious.

The society of the Duluqi elves is based on the strong respect, if there is really a subordinate in his army who can defeat him with his own strength, then he will recognize it!
What's more, the world of Warhammer is a world where the weak prey on the strong. If there is no group of powerful subordinates chasing after him, then how can he talk about the motivation to become stronger?

Looking at the excited boys below, Rohan grabbed a handful of gold coins from the box and squeezed them in his hands, then shouted in a voice covered with magic power:

"Druchi, you have all displayed extraordinary abilities in this month's battle, and I'm afraid that even individual veterans' performances are not as good as yours.

Although you are still very young, I have no doubt that you will make extraordinary achievements in the near future!

In order to celebrate your victory, I will select the best warrior among you to perform a blessing ceremony! "

wow——

Hearing that they had a chance to be selected to receive the blessing, the recruits immediately started arguing with each other excitedly, bragging about their achievements:
"I killed at least five zombies, plus I killed a few humans while patrolling. I should have a share of this blessing!"

"What's the point of killing just a few, compared to me, I killed a strange ghost who can control zombies!"

"Hehehe, I killed a giant zombie alone!"

……

There were endless quarrels, and every recruit was yelling hysterically with his colleagues around him, amazed by the veterans around him who had received blessings.

They like to watch the recruits fight for the few blessing places, which reminds them of their lost youth.

However, at this moment, a shout of surprise suddenly covered up the quarrels of all the recruits, and at the same time brought them back to their senses:

"Master Luohan is throwing coins, everyone hurry up and grab them!"

All the elves looked up one after another, and saw that Rohan was blowing the gold coins in the box to every corner of the camp with the help of the strong wind flapping his wings!

Looking at the Druccis below who were searching for gold coins, Rohan nodded in satisfaction. Sure enough, this is the best way to boost morale.

"Go find it, I put all the gold coins in the corner of the camp!"

"Ding~ You successfully organized a spoils split, and the morale of the whole army increased by 8 within three days!"

———Wang Ling, King's Landing City

At this time on the continent of Westeros, all the nobles did not know the various horrific battles taking place north of the Great Wall, nor did they know what terrible disaster they were about to encounter.

Although the night watchman's distress letter has been sent to every noble in Westeros, almost all the nobles have chosen to have nothing to do with themselves and hang on high.

In their view, this is nothing more than a method used by the prisoners and illegitimate children to seek treatment for themselves.

As for the hundreds of thousands of savage army and the suspected comeback of the strange ghosts mentioned in the letter?
Hehe, it seems that the old man of the Mormont family has become so dazed that he regards the snowman made by the wildlings beyond the Wall as the White Walkers!
All the nobles, including the king, focused their attention on Winterfell jokingly, anticipating how the 'Guardian of the North' would respond to the child's play-like request for help.

Then they were dumbfounded:

"Duke Ed Stark launched a military mobilization in the name of guarding the northern border. Now more than [-] soldiers are gathering in the northern border. The goal is suspected to be to support the Great Wall."

In the Red Castle of King's Landing, the Royal Council was urgently called by the Hand of the King, Jon Arryn, to discuss the military mobilization of the northern border.

Chief of Intelligence - Varys was frowning and reading the contents of the envelope in his hand, and then said to the surrounding ministers:

"What is certain is that the mobilization of the northern border is indeed true. Almost all the families in the northern border have responded to the call and sent troops to Winterfell to join them.

As for the reason, it is very likely because of the night watchman's request for help. It seems that the threat of wildlings mentioned by Commander Jeor Mormont is very likely to be true! "

Hearing this, everyone present fell silent, apparently a little unresponsive by this sudden incident.

On the contrary, it was King Robert's younger brother, the Minister of Justice who broke the silence first, pretending to be relaxed and joking in order to enliven the atmosphere:
"Hehehe, that is really an unprecedented event that has not been seen in decades. Since Robert became king, it has been a long time since such a mobilization order has appeared?"

"Renly, on formal occasions you should address Robert as brother, or king!"

The Minister of the Sea—Stannis looked at his frivolous younger brother with some dissatisfaction, and then asked Varys next to him:
"So is the threat of savages north of the Great Wall real? Are there really hundreds of thousands of savages preparing to attack the Great Wall?"

"Lord Stannis, my little birds are just a group of helpless children after all. You can't expect a group of children to survive beyond the Wall."

Varys had a wry smile on his face. If it wasn't for the sudden gathering of troops in the northern border, I'm afraid he really didn't know about the invasion of the northern savages.

"This is really troublesome, but our king is still hunting outside..."

Looking at the envelope from the North in his hand, Old Jon, who was the Hand of the King, rubbed his temples wearily, and then asked a short man in the corner:

"Lord Petyr, may I ask if our treasury has enough funds to support the Great Wall?"

(End of this chapter)