The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 326 Already in his shape~
"Caranthir! Where is it?"

Seeing that Rohan set his sights on the snowy forest behind them, Joffrey immediately subconsciously pulled out two short knives from his waist, his green eyes fixed on the motionless forest.

And Myrcella also vigilantly pulled out the 'Harry Potter's Staff' from her waist and pointed it at the forest. At the same time, she tried to release her magic power to find the traces of the enemy, but found nothing.

"Don't worry, you are just a young apprentice who has only learned magic for a year, and the reason why you are not as good at using magic as Caranthir is because he lived longer."

Seeing this, Rohan gently pulled Joffrey behind him who was standing in front of him, and then explained while wearing the Holy Brilliant Claw on himself:

"After all, he suffered a small loss from you in the battle before, and now he only dares to cover himself with a layer of magic power, and then waits for an opportunity to bite like a mouse hiding in the dark."

"It's really a disgusting metaphor. I didn't expect that as an elf sage, you would accept two humans as apprentices. Are you worthy of the noble blood flowing in your body?"

In the shadows, a wild hunting elf wearing bone steel armor was walking out of the forest with a disgusted expression on his face. The staff emitting a piercing white light in his hand and the steel helmet hanging around his waist all showed his identity:
The strongest navigator in the history of the Ain El elves, and an important advisor to the King of the Wild Hunt - Caranthir Al Fresnel!

Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from Rohan's body, Caranthir's handsome face not only did not show any fear, but excitedly stepped forward and asked:
"This kind of powerful strength far surpasses Eredin, this respected but unfamiliar elf sage, can you please tell me, how do you master such terrifying power?"

After finishing speaking, he took the initiative to stick the wand in his hand on the ground to show that he was not hostile, and looked up at Luo Han with dangerous curiosity in his eyes.

As the most potential apprentice of Avalak, Caranthir has always been interested in unknown magic and mysterious adventures, which is why he joined Eredin's Red Cavalry.

He originally thought that there was an upper limit to magical power, even Ein Eyre could only freeze the sea within a few hundred meters or summon five ice elements.

However, just a few days ago, he witnessed the power of a god with his own eyes!

The strange elf sage just waved his hand and summoned a tens of meters long fire phoenix to engulf his camp; the once indestructible ice element turned into ice slag under the opponent's magic light.

When his wild hunting cavalry and wild hunting dogs tried to counterattack the elf sage, the ice-blue flame directly took their souls, scaring Caranthir and fleeing the battlefield with the remnants.

It stands to reason that Caranthir should lead the rest of the elves back to their hometown of Tirnaria to search for more than half of them, and wait for further orders from the King of the Wild Hunt.

But he didn't.

After experiencing a narrow escape from Rohan's hands, Caranthir found that he seemed to be more and more obsessed with the magical attainments and terrifying destructive power shown by Rohan, so much so that he couldn't think of food or tea.

In the end, after experiencing some internal entanglement, Caranthir decisively repatriated all the surviving wild hunting elves, and found Rohan alone who was leading his apprentice.

Looking at the pair of holy wings behind Luohan, Caranthir's eyes burst out with a light that made Luohan feel a little scared, and then he knelt on one knee and asked:

"I'm Caranthir, the navigator of the elves of the Ain-Aiel clan. I believe you should have heard of Ain-Aiel's name, senior?"

Since he had already learned about the Drucci elves from the caravans he looted, Caranthir naively thought that Rohan should be a branch scattered to other worlds when the elves split. similar.

As for the conflicts that broke out earlier, although he didn't know why Luohan attacked them, these 'innocuous' minor issues were not worth mentioning.

As long as he can gain valuable magical knowledge and various wonderful adventures, then he is willing to dedicate his loyalty!
However, it's a pity that the relationship between the Drucci elves and the Ain El elves can't be said to be irrelevant, or they can be called inseparable.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a member of your Ain El elves, and I'm not your fellow elves who were once scattered outside, but I'm from an elf race called 'Druchi'."

Looking at the anticipation in the eyes of the young elf kneeling in front of him, Luo Han interrupted the random thoughts in the other party's mind without hesitation, and chose to tell the other party the truth directly.

After all, although concealing his identity can allow him to directly gain favor from the other party, Rohan still prefers that the two sides can have a frank talk, and then take the whole of Ain Ayr as his own.

After all, compared to the stubborn Noldor elves, Rohan thought that the wild hunting elf in front of him, who was as adventurous as himself, seemed more to his liking.

Although many of the other party's compatriots were killed in order to train the apprentice, if the personalities match each other, there shouldn't be any major conflicts, right?

"A brand new race of elves!"

Sure enough, after learning of Rohan's identity, instead of showing any hostility, Caranthir showed a stronger thirst for knowledge in his eyes.

For him, he is more willing to learn about these unknown new elves than to deal with the Ion elves of the same origin.

More powerful magic, more powerful power, can there be anything more exciting for an elf sage than this!
More importantly, he was looking for Rohan's powerful power that could lead Drucci's army to another world without suffering any side effects.

Unlike Ciri's Ancient Blood, who was able to travel through different worlds at will, Caranthir's time-traveling ability can only be called a defective product, because he can only go to the world that the Ancient Blood once visited.

Although he can also achieve short-distance flash without side effects, even Ciri can't open the portal that allows the entire army to travel through time and space.

Because that is the power of the gods.

But right now, he seems to be able to explore and research the power of the gods at will like his mentor, the sage of Avalak!

"I am willing to offer my insignificant loyalty, the elf lord from another world, I just ask you to lead me to explore new worlds, and let me be your apprentice and loyal minister!"

However, in the face of Karanhirna's generous oath of allegiance, Luo Han did not show any excited expression, but looked at Karanhir with a twisted face like a "subway old man's mobile phone".

He didn't think that he had such a powerful charm. He naively thought that he could make an elf who had never masked his face swear allegiance to him as soon as he met him.

And with such an apprentice who is full of curiosity for knowledge by his side, won't it really attract the attention of Tzeentch's fun-loving pervert?

"This...isn't it right, do you want to frame me?"

"If you think I'm pretending to surrender, then I'm willing to cut off the head of the king of the wild hunt-Eridin as a token of honor. I just hope you can let me see the true charm of magic!"

Seeing that Rohan seemed a little distrustful of himself, Caranthir betrayed his immediate boss without hesitation, and prepared to use the other's head to curry favor with his new king.

Although he is also willing to recover the ancient blood and Ciri in order to save Ayn El, he is more willing to devote his energy to more interesting magic research.

Seeing this elf who betrayed his king without hesitation, Joffrey, who had already learned the basics of etiquette and shame, couldn't help but frowned, and then whispered to Rohan:
"Master, I don't think such a magician who betrayed the lord for his own selfish desires is not trustworthy at all. He will definitely betray you in the future. I suggest killing him!"

After a year of rigorous training, Joffrey has long been no longer the grumpy but accomplished prince, but has transformed into a suspicious but discerning heir to the throne.

In his opinion, the elf in front of him who swore allegiance to his master was as untrustworthy as the nobles who flattered Robert before the Iron Throne.

"I don't know the so-called human boy, don't use your vulgar and short-sighted eyes to measure elves, your master and I just take what we need."

Hearing that this human boy actually said bad things about himself when he was swearing allegiance, Caranthir couldn't help but squinted his eyes, and then said to Luohan:
"You will need me, I can find for you all kinds of magic books and alchemy manuals that the Ain Els have collected for many years, and they will become your most precious wealth.

There are also a variety of monsters and mutation potions from other worlds, enough for you to have a powerful mutant army under your command, so turn the tide of battle on the critical battlefield!

And I heard that you opened a magic academy to train your own magic forces. I don't think you will refuse an experienced elf mage to serve as your teacher, right? "

Caranthir's words provoked Rohan's heartstrings like the noise of Slaanesh, and Rohan, who was about to draw his sword, let go of his fingers and fell into deep thought.

Indeed, although Rohan has always claimed to establish a magical force of his own, it is completely inferior to the Black Tower of Grond and the White Tower of Saffrey in terms of background and number of teachers.

These two academies are magical cities with a history of thousands of years. It is said that the magic books in Gorond alone are enough to fill the cabin of a fortress-level black ark.

In this case, if you want to get a share of magic from the elves in the 'Warhammer World', you are no longer competing with the sun and the moon, but flying moths into the flames!

Thinking of this, Rohan let go of his hand on the hilt of the sword, then squatted down and put himself at a height where he could look directly at Caranhill and teased:

"Your little trick successfully seduced me. Although your loyalty is indeed doubtful, I believe you should be full of thirst for knowledge, right?"

"Rest assured, my love of knowledge and adventure is serious!"

"Then I have a task for you as a testimonial, which is to get me a mutation potion called 'Demon Hunter', as well as various matching sigils and alchemy potions. I wonder if you can do it? "

———King's Landing, Baelor Sept

"Fart! Jon Arryn's body was obviously still so strong, why did he suddenly die overnight, there must be some kind of conspiracy!"

In the Great Cathedral of Baelor, King Robert was kneeling in front of Jon Arryn's coffin with a sad face. The tears in his eyes and his hoarse voice did not prove that his crying was showing his true feelings.

After all, Old Jon is not only his Hand of the King, but also his adoptive father who initiated the "Usurper War" for him. The relationship between the two parties is as close as a biological father and son.

Although the nagging of Old Jon on weekdays makes Robert a little tiresome, but only when Old Jon really died, did he realize that the other party was actually so important in his heart.

Seeing Robert's completely out-of-control rage, Varys, who is the head of intelligence, couldn't help swallowing, and finally stepped forward and said:
"Your Majesty, although the death of the Prime Minister is indeed full of various doubts and mysteries, the wife of the Prime Minister led the retainers back to the valley yesterday, and I am afraid that even if there is an investigation, there is no way to find out."

"Then tell her to get the hell out of here. By the Seven Gods, I will skin the culprit with my own hands, and then stand his head on the city wall!"

"Brother, Lysa Tully is now the nominal ruler of the valley, so don't act recklessly!"

Hearing that Robert, who had fallen into madness, seemed to have disowned his relatives, and that Baratheon was the only one left in King's Landing, Renly could only bravely stand up and pat Robert on the back to persuade him.

Hearing his younger brother's call, Robert, who was lying on the coffin and sobbing, barely pulled himself together, wiped the tears on his face, and asked angrily:
"Where is Robb, let the golden roe deer search for suspicious people who have entered King's Landing during this period, and we must not let any suspicious person go!"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will arrest all the criminals who broke into King's Landing and bring them all to justice!"

Among the ministers, the commander in gold robes——Rob Stark was looking at Robert with reddened eyes. As an affectionate man from the north, he seemed to be attracted by the relationship between Robert and Old Jon. Impressed.

And Petyr next to him looked at the sincere tears in Robb's eyes with some disgust, then quietly touched the corner of his eyes with his saliva, and then stepped forward and said:
"Your Majesty, the fact that the Prime Minister passed away is now irreversible. The most urgent task now is to find a new king's hand and at the same time stabilize the current domestic chaos."

"I'll think about it... woo woo woo, old Jon..."

After a while, Robert slowly left the Great Sept of Baelor with many ministers, leaving only Cersei who was still in the church praying to Old Jon alone.

It wasn't that she was willing to stay with a dead body, but mainly because Robert asked her "legal wife" to pray for her adoptive father, so she could only reluctantly stay under the other's coercion.

However, soon, Cersei noticed a familiar golden figure appearing in the corner of the cathedral, couldn't help but frowned and said:

"Go out, right now I just want to be alone and pray earnestly."

"Why, do you really want to stay alone to guard the grave of this silly old man?"

In the meantime, James Lannister was walking out of the corner with a flushed face, and then he stepped forward with some excitement, ready to embrace Cersei in his arms and said excitedly:

"It's been almost a year, my favorite sister, we haven't seen each other for almost a year, you really miss me!"

During this year, he witnessed with his own eyes that Cersei, who took the elven potion, regained the youthful beauty of the Light of the West, which made him want to stop every night.

If it weren't for the fact that this relationship cannot be made public, he would have been singing every night with his arms around Cersei!
It is also thanks to the potion of the elves, otherwise how could I see such a beautiful light of the western region again?

"Yes, now that you've seen it, it's time for you to go."

However, Cersei suddenly avoided James' arms, and then walked towards the outside of Baylor Cathedral expressionlessly, saying as she walked:
"From now on... don't contact me anymore, I'm afraid Luohan will misunderstand."

James:? !

(End of this chapter)