The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 389 Julian Baneblade

"you!"

As a "delicate flower" who has been surrounded by countless Durucci stars for thousands of years, Morathi obviously didn't expect that Luo Han, who was once held by her hands, would dare to refute her face to face, and she didn't know what to say for a while. What.

As the mother of the Witch King and the queen dowager of all the dark elves, Morathi is not only a powerful master of dark magic, but also has the title of 'the most beautiful woman in the world'.

She is so perfect, but now she is contradicted by a fear lord whose lifespan is less than one percent of her life. This is simply a slap in the face of Lafayette!

"Your Majesty the Witch King, Anaheim has now been captured by us, and we have taken the first step to success. The continent of Naggaroth has finally been completely captured by you. It must not be far from conquering Ulthuan."

Rohan didn't care about Morathi's worthless self-esteem, he just knelt down on one knee before the black iron crown, and then offered with both hands the relic left by the first Phoenix King to his youngest son - the Shadow Crown.

Although he felt a little regretful about giving away this artifact that could pause time, he had no regrets about it.

He had already tested it in advance. This crown of Nagareth may use some kind of blood magic, so only certain bloodlines can activate the intermittent ability, such as the noble blood of Nagareth.

As for Rohan...

How could a foreign elf who didn't even know his identity be able to use the bound equipment of the nobles of Nagareth?

Hearing that Luo Han actually brought the Shadow Crown in front of him, His Majesty the Witch King, who was still sitting on the throne and blowing the cold wind, immediately opened his eyes, and then said in a rather strange tone:
"It's unbelievable. This crown has not been used in the near future. Haven't you heard the rumor that this crown can stop time?"

"Of course I have heard of it, but my loyalty to His Majesty the Witch King can be learned from heaven and earth, so naturally I dare not wear this crown without authorization."

Luohan's obedient and obedient appearance made His Majesty the Witch King very satisfied, even looking at his mother, Morathi, who kept making trouble for him, became a little unkind.

Look, compared with other lords who have their own ghosts, this is the real 'Sixi Matter, Wei Junjie'!
His Majesty the Witch King didn't know that Rohan only needed to put the crown into the system space and scan it to get specific information. He really thought that the other party really didn't have any greed for the Shadow Crown.

But even if he knew that Luo Han had tested the power of the Shadow Crown, he didn't care, after all, what he cared more was that Luo Han was willing to hand over the Shadow Crown to himself.

hum~
As His Majesty the Witch King got up to take the Shadow Crown from Luohan's hand, the crown that had no response in Luohan's hand actually groaned softly, making the face under the mask of the Witch King unable to help but laugh.

Although he felt a little regretful not being able to see the Shadow King's defeat in person, the return of his father's relic still made him feel a long-lost joy!

"Good job, you know that I am a monarch with clear rewards and punishments, so I will naturally not treat any subordinate who can fulfill my wish... From today, Anaheim is yours!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty..."

As the dull voice of His Majesty the Witch King spread in the rooftop, Luo Han's heart, which was worried about the bloody plot, slowly sank, and a smile also appeared on his face.

Bel Shana is indeed nothing, only His Majesty the Witch King is the genuine orthodox Phoenix King!

However, before Luohan was happy for a long time, Morathi next to him couldn't stand it anymore, so he angrily smashed the staff in his hand to the ground and said:

"I object! He could have taken the opportunity to take back the Midnight Stone that your father gave me, and it is not impossible to even take the opportunity to kill the weak Aris Anar. I think he is collaborating with the enemy!

And my disciples have sent news that I have taken in an apprentice mage from Ulthuan without permission. Don't forget that prophecy! "

"He is my fear lord, he only needs to be responsible to me, and he doesn't need to obey the instructions of any other lord except my order!"

Hearing that Morathi dared to refute himself in public, His Majesty the Witch King, who was already rebellious and perverse, only felt a surge of anger in his heart, and then he stared at the other party with dark green eyes and said:

"I think my respected mother should have other tasks. Maybe you should go to the north and have a good talk with those stinky Norsca chiefs, and urge them to send troops to attack Ulthuan as soon as possible!"

After finishing speaking, he impatiently waved to Luo Han who was watching the play, signaling him to leave quickly.

Facing His Majesty the Witch King's order, Rohan, who originally planned to continue watching this family ethics drama, could only leave the piercing window sill with some regrets, and then left Castle Black by taking the magic staircase.

...A moment later, in the arena of Castle Black

"Have you heard, Captain Rohan is now in front of His Majesty the Witch King, and is preparing to have a halberd contest with our new captain!"

"Really, I heard that there are already several new guards who have just graduated from the Black Tower to challenge Captain Kuran, but the death conditions don't seem to be too good..."

"Who cares, anyway, I just want to see blood flow into rivers~"

……

Since Rohan had a high prestige among the older generation of black guards, the news that the opponent was about to compete with Kuran Blackhand quickly spread throughout Castle Black, attracting those idle black guards.

Even many nobles and dread lords in the city heard about this incident, so they moved small benches from their homes to the duel arena to watch the show.

The battle between the old and new captains, it's a lot of fun just talking about it!
But such a large-scale gathering naturally has to attract the attention of some hardcore people:
"Kane, look over there, it's His Majesty's champion warrior - Julian Poison Blade!"

"Hey~ I didn't expect him to come. If I remember correctly, Julian seems to have carried out assassination missions in Ulthuan for hundreds of years ago. It seems that he doesn't know Rohan, right?"

"Indeed, but after thinking about it, it's true. Thinking about it, with this guy's almost martial idiot-like personality, he shouldn't miss this big show, right?"

In the auditorium of the arena, hundreds of black guards who heard the news all set their vigilant eyes on the soldier Drucci who sat directly in the front row not far away, obviously very afraid of the opponent's strength.

Julian Baneblade, the name can be said to have recently become famous throughout the legends of Naggarond:
Hundreds of years ago, Julian was an ordinary Blackguard captain. He was famous in Naggarond for faithfully executing every order of His Majesty the Witch King, and even many fear lords had heard of his name.

With his strong martial arts and loyal attitude, Julian gradually made a name for himself in Castle Black, and countless enemies of Drucci died at his hands.

But on a certain day, Julian, who had always been loyal, suddenly disappeared in Naggarond, and the last message left was His Majesty the Witch King's indifferent announcement of his death.

Countless dreadlords and blackguards secretly suspected the real cause of each other's death, but the pleasure of torturing slaves and the depravity of the Pleasure Cult quickly made them forget about it.

To them, it was simply the death of one of his entourages by the moody Witch King.

However, just a few days ago, with a familiar yet unfamiliar figure walking into the gate of Castle Black, all the fear lords who were summoned on the battlefield heard His Majesty the Witch King's hidden joyful voice:
"Welcome back, Julian, come forward so I can hug you!"

I'm afraid that even if you look at the entire history of the dark elves, there is no Drucci who can withstand such a grand welcome ceremony from His Majesty the Witch King!

Perhaps some young fear lords will be jealous of Julian. They don't understand why this strange guy is so appreciated by His Majesty the Witch King, but then they heard about the opponent's record:

Dozens of high elf princes from Avalon and Charis all died tragically under the poisonous sword of each other, and even became friends with the captain of the White Lion Guard, Alasta, without knowing it!
Facing such a proud result, even the arrogant and arrogant Dreadlord had to admit the opponent's strength and the identity of the opponent's champion warrior.

As for the status of Julian, who has won such an honor, as a champion warrior?

Just look at the midnight armor on his body that is almost exactly the same as that of His Majesty the Witch King!

"Ahahaha, I didn't expect so many people to come to our competition?"

Just when many fear lords had been waiting impatiently, Rohan flapped his wings and descended from the sky, and then looked at the 'Little Witch King' in the front row of the auditorium with some surprise.

Fuck, who is this young man who dares to make the armor look like this?

"You're finally here. I thought you'd run away in despair after you've finished your big talk."

Seeing that Luohan finally came to the duel arena, Kuran, who had been impatient for a long time, pulled out the two halberds stuck on the ground, and then threw them directly at Luohan's feet.

He is a proud warrior, and although his tactics in battle are a little dirty, he still advocates a fair fight that is evenly matched.

Luo Han didn't care about Kuran's ridicule towards him. After all, how could an adult be angry with a child?
"I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting. After all, Anaheim is a big city. If you want to use it as a territory, you still need to report to His Majesty the Witch King in advance."

Lohan told the other party that he had taken down Anaheim indifferently, and then tentatively turned the black iron halberd thrown to him by the other party, then nodded in satisfaction and praised:

"It's a pretty good weapon. It seems that in the years since I left Naggarond, His Majesty the Witch King has chosen a new craftsman to be in charge of forging the standard halberds used by the Black Guards?"

"...this is my own..."

Hearing Luo Han's praise, Kuran gritted his teeth and told the origin of the two halberds. Now he only feels as if he is being humiliated by the other party!

This is a precision crafted halberd that he bought from a craftsman with a lot of money. How can it be compared with the ordinary standard scene? !
Seeing the murderous intent flashing across Kuran's face, Luo Han immediately realized that he seemed to have made a mistake, so he scratched his head in embarrassment and said:
"Oh...is that so?"

In fact, Rohan can't be completely blamed for this. After all, all the Drucci soldiers under his command have been equipped with rune weapons, and even the Pendor Auxiliary Army has gradually begun to simply enchant the equipment.

For a weapon like this that is completely handcrafted by elf blacksmiths, you may think that only the security forces of a few planets will regard it as a treasure.

No way, who made him rich~
"Stop talking nonsense, let's make a move!"

Kuran, who thought he had been humiliated, was obviously unwilling to continue the chat, so he waved his hands and kept moving towards Lohan, as if intending to engage in a fast-paced melee fight.

However, Rohan still keenly noticed that Kuran's halberd blade was sinking continuously. Although it seemed that he was about to launch an upward attack, he still noticed the strangeness in it.

This look... It seems that this junior of mine really didn't learn well!

"Ah!"

Seeing that Luohan seemed to have noticed his small movements, Kuran simply no longer concealed his movements, and swung his hands tightly holding the long handle upwards, kicking up a burst of sand from the ground and rushing towards Luohan.

It wasn't over yet, when Luohan's upper body was covered by the flying sand he raised, the halberd blade that was originally raised in Kuran's hand slashed down again, and went straight to the opponent's shoulder!

It was impossible for Rohan, whose vision was covered by sand, to see Kuran's movements clearly, so he seemed to be able to just watch the scene fall towards him, and the halberd blade was about to cut off his shoulder.

If it were an ordinary black guard, he would probably have been at a loss by Kuran's insidious but vicious combo for a long time. He didn't know how to deal with the sand and halberd that hit at the same time.

But it's a pity that standing in front of him is a more terrifying existence than the so-called ambitious champion warrior:

"If you expect every war of yours to be won by such insidious little tricks, you are making a big mistake!"

With a ghostly smile on the corner of his mouth, the halberd in Luohan's hand instantly turned like a windmill, flying all the sand and rocks that hit him.

The broad halberd blade is like a sharp blade fan, setting off a gust of wind, even the audience in the distance can feel the faint wind flying past them.

The sand and rocks in mid-air seemed to be affected by this strange wind, and they all flew towards Kuran's surprised face at a strange and tricky angle.

Faced with such a strange situation, some sorceresses in the auditorium hastily closed their eyes to perceive the surrounding air, and then they widened their eyes in surprise and exclaimed softly:

"The wind of magic doesn't fluctuate at all... This strange wind is actually the blade energy blown entirely by swinging a long halberd!"

(End of this chapter)