The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 422 The Wuxian Elf Queen

"The child is born, and the Tears of the Goddess are finally in hand. After our orthodox Phoenix King inherits the orthodoxy, it is time to find a way to end the relationship with the damn Chaos Gods!"

At this moment, in the Anaheim castle, Lohan was sitting leisurely on the throne that once belonged to the Shadow King, stretching, his right hand stroking the blue crystal pendant around his neck, and a rare gentle smile on his face.

Losif, his newly born daughter, is currently a newly born half-elf cub, so she still looks wrinkled.

But from the iconic facial features and the perfect jade-pink skin, it is not difficult to tell that this girl has the excellent foreign trade skills of her parents' generation, and even inherited Rohan's pure soul and Isabel's life magic!
Although he didn't know whether the little girl had inherited his teleportation magic and the system of unknown origin, Luohan didn't care, he had already arranged everything.

Although she can't be called a peerless strongman comparable to the Chaos Gods yet, I guarantee that she can grow into a fear lord with both magic and martial arts skills, and she can still achieve the ability to protect herself in the future.

What, to raise a daughter to be a little princess who can survive the mire and remain unsullied?
It would be better to lay an egg, so that at least you can add another ornament to the room.

Are you kidding me, the dark elves should have their children. In the desperate Warhammer world, only war and blood are the themes of destiny, while peace and love are just a flash in the pan!

Thinking of this, Rohan, who was born in the dark elf society, couldn't help but start to recall the Druchi methods of raising children that he had seen before, and then fell into thinking:
Most dark elf families basically keep their children in a free-range state, allowing them to develop brave and aggressive habits on the streets. They will not receive basic swordsmanship and warfare training until they are 8-12 years old.

Noble families need to learn basic military skills and history from an early age. When they grow up, they will begin to understand how to use magic and runes. At the age of 16, they will kill the slaves who have played with them since childhood as adults to bid farewell to their childhood. present.

As for the methods of the Shadow Tribe, they are more hard-core. As nomads, they will throw their children who have just learned to walk in the forest hundreds of meters away from the camp. Only those who come back alive are qualified to be nurtured.

"No, no... I want to raise an eldest daughter who can handle affairs and lead the family normally, not a psychopath who likes to torture and kill slaves!"

Thanks to the peaceful life in his previous life, Rohan believed that he was still unable to commit such a cruel act, so he made adjustments to his offspring's training plan:

"Let's wait until the baby can walk on the ground first. Maybe we can consider finding her a rune sword or a baby dragon as a gift. As for the first kill... let me, as an old father, be responsible for it myself!"

Thinking of this, Rohan secretly made a plan for Losif's future life in his heart, but now the cute baby sleeping soundly in the cradle didn't know his future life.

And Rohan didn't know at this moment that just as he was thinking about his child's future life, an elf far away in Ulthuan was also thinking about him.

——Tyron Locke, Gryphon Gate

"Dear Druchi warriors, now we have finally set foot on the plains of Tyranloc and occupied this so-called indestructible high-elf fortress. I believe that victory in the near future will definitely belong to us!"

On the ruins of a city wall where the Gryphon Gate collapsed, a gray-faced Aishalion was standing on the platform of a cold lizard chariot, shouting in a passionate voice to the exhausted dark elves around him.

However, it is a pity that most of the Druchi warriors at this moment no longer have the strength to respond to Aishalian. Even the Dread Spearmen of the Desolate Fortress, who have always regarded themselves as the "Great Wall in the Army", have tired faces and do not want to talk to their lord.

Please, please take a look at the piles of elven corpses around you and reflect on it. It took you a whole year to get to the Griffin Gate from Tal Djoder!
In this situation where the entire Eastern Expeditionary Army and the nearly [-] dark elves suffered more than [-]% battle losses, is this something to be proud of?

"However... the resistance of the Tyranlok Kingdom this time was unexpectedly fierce. Three hundred Ysrama silver chariots charged from the flank, and they must have also suffered heavy losses, right?"

"So our lord, Lord, is still of some use?"

"Hmph, isn't this reason enough to cover up Aishalian's incompetence? If it weren't for him, we would have been enjoying the joy of killing in Tal Anlo by now!"

……

All the soldiers looked at Aishalian who was admiring himself with disgust and impatience.
This guy whose ancestors followed His Majesty the Witch King through the border has absolutely no commanding ability. His only advantage may be that he is loyal enough to His Majesty the Witch King, but on the battlefield, ability is obviously more important than loyalty.

(A certain Polon: NSDD)

Faced with such an incompetent lord, at this moment the entire Eastern Expeditionary Army was envious of the Rohan Reserve Corps who stayed in the pleasant climate of Anaheim to repair, as well as Commander Rohan who was responsible for commanding logistics supplies.

Through the various fresh vegetables and fruits supplied by those logistics, the dark elf expeditionary force currently fighting on the front line has almost never been hungry. This alone is enough for Rohan to gain the respect of many soldiers!

But what most Druchis are thinking about is the treatment of the reserve army under Rohan:
The frontline can still have big fish and meat every meal, and when shipping is normal, they can even have fresh fruits and snacks that are rare in Nagaros as after-dinner snacks, so how good is the food for the reserve army in Anaheim?
Almost all of Naggaroth knows Rohan's generosity to his subordinates, and an elf who can defeat the ever-changing Lord of Tzeentch on a frontal battlefield will obviously not be an incompetent person militarily.

In this case, why not let Rohan command the battle and replace this useless old guy?

After all, who could resist a young and powerful Dread Lord who was willing to be generous to his subordinates and lead them to victory after victory?

"Fellow warriors, I have good news for you!"

At this moment, Aixialion had also faintly noticed that the soldiers under his command were dissatisfied with him, which made him feel slightly uneasy.

Fortunately, he was loyal to His Majesty the Witch King and was not the kind of person who was greedy for power, so he raised the sharp spear stained with blood and minced meat in his hand and shouted loudly:

"His Majesty the Witch King has decided to start the second phase of the war. The reserve army will arrive in Ulthuan soon to assist us in attacking the inner ring. By then, our lost soldiers and supplies will be replenished!"

"……Great!!!"

After a brief silence, all the dark elves present excitedly raised their weapons and let out overwhelming cheers, without caring about Aishalian's increasingly gloomy and embarrassed expression.

The Dark Elves are an extremely arrogant race. They are good at shirk responsibilities and will not admit that this series of war defeats are their own fault. There is no doubt that it is the commander's mistake.

As for victory, it was the glory they gained only because of their bloody battles on the battlefield.

Under such a psychological influence, who are you, Aixialion, to be worthy of being dissatisfied?

In the end, amid the cheers of the dark elves, Aishalian's somewhat lonely and pitiful figure finally disappeared on the battlefield, preparing for the next handover.

Although he does not have much commanding ability, he is not stupid, and he also knows that he does not have many outstanding achievements in war. In addition, Rohan's appointment to take over is a duty appointed by His Majesty the Witch King. Even if he is a little dissatisfied, it is not good. There is some explicit opposition to this.

However, just as he turned around to return to the camp to pack his luggage, a sparse voice suddenly came from a corner not far away that caught his attention:

"Don't...let me go!" "Hehehehe, I didn't expect that Her Majesty the Queen of the Kingdom of Tyranloc did not stay in Tal Anlek, but appeared at the Griffin Gate to welcome the gentlemen to train her. Training you?"

"Move quickly, this is the real queen. Whether as a slave or a commodity, she is a first-class product. Don't let others know!"

"By the way, does Tyronloc have a queen?"

"Why do you care so much about her? Just say whether she is beautiful or not?"

"……beautiful!"

"That's great. You don't want such a beautiful girl to be spotted by that old guy from Aixalion. It would be a waste to let that old guy come!"

……

Now that Griffin Gate has fallen, the victorious dark elves are looting this glorious fortress, so naturally there are some 'defeated elf princesses' or civilians who are being ravaged in the streets.

Logically speaking, Aixialion should not have interfered too much with this kind of post-war robbery, but the other party's last words obviously angered the old lord who was already angry.

Although Aixalion is over 800 years old, as a fear lord, he has many ways to extend his life, so his body can still maintain the appearance and energy of his youth.

What's more, he had already left the frontline battlefield in dejection and gave up his position to Luo Han, only to be ridiculed by the soldiers at the bottom. Did he really think that he was too old to lift a knife? !
He had already taken the initiative to sit at the children's table, and yet he was still being laughed at. Is this ridiculous? !
"You guys, get out of here!"

Aixalion's angry voice directly spread throughout the alley. The screams and fights in the alley immediately disappeared without a trace. After a while, several elves with embarrassed faces came out. .

Although they all verbally ridiculed Aishalian as an incompetent person, this was just because the other party had no brief summary of strategic command, and it did not mean that Aishalian was a weak person.

After all, how could a Dread Lord, who could charge and fight on the battlefield while driving a cold lizard chariot, be a good person?

"First of all, there is no so-called elf queen in Tyran Locke; secondly, as the fear lord, I now ask you to bring the so-called elf queen out immediately and make me healthy!"

"This... doesn't seem to be in line with the rules?"

"Rules? My rules are rules!"

Seeing that these low-level soldiers dared to refute him, Aixalion felt as if his nose was about to twist with anger, and then he directly put his hand on the sword at his waist to apply pressure.

Unlike the reserve legions formed directly from Rohan, most of these Druchi warriors were elves transferred to Aishalian from other lords, so naturally they would not obey this rumored incompetent lord.

However, it is completely different from the rumors. Aishalian may indeed be called a qualified general, but he is definitely a powerful warrior:

brush!
Rumbling--

With a flash of cold light, the rune sword exuding a light purple light was pulled out from the waist, and then left a terrifying crack several meters long on the wall!
"roll."

"Yes Yes!"

Seeing this scene, the dark elves who were previously dissatisfied were so frightened that they immediately left the alley, and then ran to other places to continue looking for and plundering loot and slaves.

This kind of strength is obviously very different from the incompetent old man in their minds who has little success but more than failure, so they decisively choose the 36 strategy as the best strategy.

"A bunch of scum from the bottom of society. If it weren't for the ambition of His Majesty the Phoenix King, who still needs trash like you as cannon fodder, I really want to kill you all right now!"

Asharion cursed and then turned around and entered the dark alley, ready to see what kind of female elf could make a few low-level soldiers disobey her orders:

I saw a plump and proud female elf leaning against the corner with her black hair slightly messy. The clothes on her body seemed to have only some strips of cloth covering her body, vaguely revealing two breathtaking white mutton-fat jade stones.

Seeing this scene, Aixalion's originally frowning brows couldn't help but relax slightly, and then he looked at the face of the 'Elven Queen'.

yes……? !

"you?!"

"Shh~ I originally planned to have a good relationship with these young elves, but I didn't expect that you would interrupt me, hehehe~"

Accompanied by an inaudible murmur, a dim and uncertain pink light suddenly illuminated the dim wall of the alley, but it disappeared in an instant, without attracting the attention of Druch who was looting outside.

It wasn't until Aixalion used a rope to pull the collar around the Elf Queen's neck out of the alley that the dark elves noticed the Elf Queen, who was only wrapped in Aixalion's cloak.

The rumor that Aishalian has seized the Elf Queen has long been spread among them, so they are all very curious about what the queen that the old man likes looks like.
"Good...so beautiful!"

"Praise the Dark Goddess. If I could meet such an elf queen once, I would be willing to sacrifice my soul to Slaanesh!"

"No wonder Aixalion chose to drive away those Druchi by force. If you were so beautiful, I would probably do the same thing, right?"

The eyes of the dark elves were all attracted by the beautiful face and plump figure of this elf queen. The messy hair gave the other party a sense of ruined beauty.

However, to the surprise of all the dark elves, Aishalian had no expression on his face. He just silently handed the rope to his adjutant and said:

"Prepare food and water for her, and prepare clothes and a room for her. Don't let anyone get close to him during this period."

"Your Excellency, when do you plan to enjoy this queen?"

"No...she is my gift to Rohan!"

(End of this chapter)