The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 440 The eve of the decisive battle
At this moment, His Majesty the Witch King does not know that Rohan has disappeared into Ulthuan with his mother, the culprit who may cause the biggest trouble in the future, heading to a desolate world that he once explored.

There is no existence of gods, and no intelligent creature can have its mind corrupted by chaos. It is simply the best place to be imprisoned!

But even if His Majesty the Witch King really knew that Rohan had taken Morathi away, he would not care about it, and would even thank Rohan in his heart for making such a great sacrifice for his great cause.

After all, he was also worried that his mother would do something unexpected in the next decisive battle.

——Safuri, Fennoir Plains

At this moment, various dark elves' camps are already dotted on the Fenouir Plain. The various tents and dense bonfires stretching for thousands of miles demonstrate the strong logistical support of this army.

Although the plan to blitz Avalon was successful, it also caused serious losses to the elite troops led by His Majesty the Witch King, and also lost the surprise of launching another sneak attack.

In order to eliminate the main force of the high elves that appeared in front of him in one fell swoop, His Majesty the Witch King forcibly ordered all the scattered fear lords to give up continuing to plunder the spoils of Avalon and instead immediately lead their troops to assemble.

Although this move will cause many fear lords to be dissatisfied with him, there are even rumors of a possible rebellion in Naggaroth from Kane's assassins.

But as long as he can successfully recapture Ulthuan, then Naggaroth has completely realized the value of its existence. So what if it is occupied by some wild dogs?
Compared to those meaningless plundering behaviors that are just to vent his desires, His Majesty the Witch King is more concerned about the ultimate battle in front of him that will determine his future:
"Haven't found anything about my mother?"

"No, Your Majesty, Lord Morathi seems to have completely lost his trace in Ulthuan. Our informants among the various legions have not found any trace of the Supreme Sorceress."

"very good……"

Hearing that his mother had disappeared at such a critical moment, the corners of His Majesty the Witch King's mouth under the brass mask couldn't help but rise, and even the pain of the Asuryan Holy Fire in his body faded a lot.

Although he didn't know what his mother was up to, as long as she wouldn't interfere with his future war plans, then what's the point of being captured by Slaanesh?
Ever since His Majesty the Witch King's beloved Alishara was secretly killed by Morathi, the relationship between him and his mother has become completely alien. They are the kind of people who will stand by and watch the other person die when they are in danger. Weird relationship.

And now, Morathi actually didn't cause any trouble for him. Is there anything that makes him happier than this?

Thinking of this, His Majesty the Witch King took the initiative to pour himself a glass of wine from the jug next to him, and then asked in a nonchalant tone:
"I remember that Shadow Blade went to assassinate the president of the War Council named Tyrion some time ago, right? Why hasn't there been any news of the high elves causing chaos until now?"

"...I'm sorry, Your Majesty, we have lost contact with Master Shadow Blade. The three Kane assassins under his command have also disappeared for a long time. It is very likely that they have encountered something unexpected."

bang~
Upon hearing the news, His Majesty, who was pouring wine, suddenly put the wine bottle back on the table, then slowly turned his head to look at the fear lord who was kneeling on the ground and did not dare to move, and asked gloomily:

"So... the elf prince with my father's blood flowing in his body was actually able to kill four powerful Kane assassins while being assassinated. Is this what you mean?"

Hearing this, the fear lord who was kneeling on the ground was so frightened that he immediately raised his head, and then looked at the Witch King with a look of fear as he walked closer and closer to him, so he couldn't help but scream:
"No! No! It's Beizong's fault. Beizong thought that they probably just encountered some kind of setback in the mission. How could it be possible...?!"

puff~
With a flash of dazzling cold light, the fear lord's gorgeous head fell off his shoulders, leaving only blood arrows spraying out from the broken parts of the body.

Looking at this fear lord who was not only unlucky in his work but also did not understand the art of language at all, His Majesty the Witch King shook his head with regret, then watched the two black guards carry the body away and murmured:
"Of course you are wrong. How can an elf with the blood of Aenarion flow in his body be a person with no reputation? I am too naive..."

Of course, he would not admit that all of this was his fault, so he could only sacrifice a useless fear lord to cover up his mistakes.

After all, this lord is not Rohan or Malus who can make repeated military exploits. There are as many flatterers and slightly talented people as there are under his command.

"Your Majesty, if you are worried that Tyrion will pose a threat to you, then just leave him to me to deal with?"

Just when His Majesty the Witch King began to think about when to launch the decisive battle, a familiar and firm voice came from behind him, and his words were full of determination with Tyrion.

That was His Majesty the Witch-King's champion warrior, the powerful spy who had infiltrated Ulthuan for hundreds of years—Urian Poison Blade!

"Why, do you know the elf prince named Tyrion?"

"He was a good friend of mine during my spy mission in Ulthuan. We often competed in the tournament, so I thought I knew him quite well.

He is an excellent warrior, and perhaps... I can convince him to join the true Phoenix King and serve you. "

Recalling every detail of his time as a spy in Ulthuan, a rare faint smile appeared on Julian's face. It was obvious that his relationship with Tyrion was much closer than he said.

In fact, when he went to Ulthuan to learn the knowledge and related information of the high elves, his relationship with Tyrion was already like brothers, and he even had a good relationship with Teclis.

Because of this, Julian was willing to intercede on behalf of this little brother, who although his behavior was quite reckless and arrogant, but had a fairly good character, hoping to give him a chance to survive.

It should be said or not, the art of language is vividly expressed in Julian's mouth, and only an old reptile in the workplace who has been working hard in the high elf officialdom for decades can master this skill. "In this case, if you can convince him to surrender to me on the battlefield, then I can pardon him for all the crimes he committed in previous wars."

After hearing his own champion warrior's secret praise for his achievements, His Majesty the Witch King was satisfied and poured himself another glass of wine. After all, these words were truly spoken into his heart.

Look, this is qualified flattery. That idiot from before really didn’t know what he was doing!
Upon hearing that His Majesty the Witch King agreed to his request, Julian immediately bent down excitedly and saluted and thanked:
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, if Tyrion is really stubborn and wants to go against you, then I will personally kill him on the battlefield!"

——Tal Fennu, inside the palace

As the only castle standing on the Finnvar Plain, Tal Fennu, which was originally only a small fortress, is currently gathering tens of thousands of high elf warriors:
They include the White Lion Guards and White Lion Chariots from the Kingdom of Charis; the Lothern Sea Guards and Airship Troops from the Kingdom of Itain; the Pegasus Knights and Griffin Knights from the Kingdom of Erion, as well as those from Kaler The Dragon Prince and the Donkey Prince of many kingdoms...

Their numbers may be far inferior to the dark elf army opposite them, but they are basically the strongest warriors and mages from Ulthuan, and they are also the last hope to protect the Phoenix Court.

Once they are defeated in the Fennuvar Plains, Ulthuan will completely fall into the hands of the dark elves!

At this moment, in the castle of Tal Fennu, several Lothern sea guards were holding shields and pointing their spears at an elf corpse on the ground. At the same time, they looked with admiration at the man in the hall holding the Sun Sword. figure.

Just now, they discovered dozens of corpses of fortress guards on the way through the castle hall. They were frightened and hurriedly came to find Tyrion to report the situation.

However, when they arrived at the hall, they saw Tyrion grabbing the Kane assassin's neck as easily as an eagle grabbing a chicken, and at the same time, he threw him to the ground!

"Another dark elf assassin. Could it be that the evil Druch only uses such despicable methods and doesn't have the courage to fight me head-on?"

Tyrion watched with some boredom as the blood on the Sun Sword in his hand was rapidly evaporating. At the same time, he raised his foot angrily and kicked the Kane assassin who had lost the breath of life on the ground.

This was already the fourth assassination he had suffered in the past three days. For this reason, hundreds of elven warriors responsible for guarding the castle had been injured or killed due to various reasons. This passive beating made him feel irritated.

Since his brother Teclis was captured by Rohan, defeating the Witch King and Rohan has become the meaning of Tyrion's life now!
According to his assumptions, although the Dark Elves currently have an absolute advantage in terms of army numbers, the current High Elves' army is several times more powerful than the Dark Elves in terms of quality and courage!
In addition, Tal Fennu is just a small and undefendable castle. Instead of hiding in the city and being beaten passively, it is better to take the initiative and directly use rapid raids to severely damage the Dark Elf army.

Therefore, at the very beginning of arriving at Fenouir Plain, he formulated several quite radical attack plans, preparing to find the weak points in Druch's defense to launch a fatal blow.

However, these plans were all rejected by the Elf Prince headed by Assanil without exception.

"Those dragon princes of Caledor are all cowards. They actually think that they can resist the Witch King's attack with this ruined city. How can we win this war with these insects?!"

Tyrion looked at the empty hall around him with some anger. The body of Kane's assassin had already been dragged out and disposed of, leaving only a pool of blood showing the previous failed assassination operation.

Because he missed the best opportunity to save Alarielle, Tyrion's military ability was questioned and suspected by many elven princes.

In their view, the Dark Elves' army is dozens of times larger than theirs, so using favorable terrain to carry out defensive operations is currently the most appropriate strategy.

"Sir Tyrion, please forgive our rudeness and ignorance, but how can you think that you can defeat the legendary Witch King? Is it just because you were chased by Nakari in the Asuryan Temple? escape?"

Assanil's ugly face of looking at others with his nostrils still lingers in Tyrion's heart. Angry, Tyrion got up directly and went to the tower of the castle, looking towards the dark elf military camp in the distance:
The overwhelming black dragon battle flag is like the billowing dark clouds covering the dawn. This terrifying sense of oppression is enough to make the timid people feel that "if you look at it one more time, it will explode, and if you get closer, it will melt"~
A dozen huge black dragons are circling in the sky. They may not be as powerful as Assanil's Star Dragon Death Fang, but their numbers and poisonous breath are enough to kill countless high-elf warriors.

And according to intelligence, the Witch King's army obtained more than a dozen gunpowder weapons called "mortars", which were powerful enough to blast countless gaps in the walls of this small castle!
Tyrion has studied Rohan's tactics all the way, so he knows a thing or two about this weapon that can shoot in a curve like a bow.

In the face of such war beasts and gunpowder weapons, any act of active defense and standing still waiting for help is undoubtedly courting death!
What's more, he longs to fight to the death with the dark elves on the battlefield, instead of silently accepting the opponent's assassination or being killed by cannonballs falling from the sky!
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The afterglow of the setting sun shines on Tyrion's gorgeous Aenarion dragon armor. The noble and elegant ancient dragon scales seem not to have faded at all due to the passage of time, and are reflecting the faint light of runes at this moment.

The angular face looks handsome yet masculine. The phoenix-pointed feather helmet that symbolizes status perfectly sets off Tyrion's luxurious aura at this moment. Against the background of the distant whirlpool, it is like the ancient times spoken by the bard. epic.

"Asuyan, sir..."

The adjutant was a little stunned as he watched. Tyrion's resolute face reminded him of the original Phoenix King on the ancient murals holding the Sun Sword against the demons. The only difference was that Tyrion looked younger.

"We can't delay it any longer...If you tell me, I will lead the army to launch a surprise attack on the flanks of the dark elves tonight, and let all the elven princes follow my army to attack!"

For some reason, an indescribable impulse suddenly emerged in Tyrion's heart, as if a strange voice in the dark was telling him about the omissions in the Witch King's flanks, which made infinite courage emerge in his heart. !

"And I will lead the expedition myself!"

(End of this chapter)