The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 442 Brave Teddy, not afraid of difficulties

"Italis! Or I should call you Julian Baneblade, whatever you call yourself, come and face me, you damn traitor!"

Tyrion looked at a familiar but unfamiliar figure appearing in the distance with a look of shock and anger, as well as the face that he had longed for:

Italis, the elf prince who once claimed to be Tyranno Locke, his close friend and swordsmanship teacher during the military academy, now appears in front of him in a new disguise as the Witch King's Champion Warrior!
Fear and hatred stirred in Tyrion's heart. If he was still suspicious and unbelievable about Julian's rumors, now there is only eternal anger that echoes in his heart.

At this moment, his war cry was louder than ever before when he issued orders. Even he himself could not believe that it was his own voice.

Hearing Tyrion's roar, Julian, who was wearing the midnight armor given by the Witch King, couldn't help but laugh. Then he pulled out the two rune swords at his waist and responded:
"Prince Tyrion, you are really well. The fact that we can meet again now is simply Lilith's dreamy arrangement!"

Perhaps because of the telepathy, Tyrion always felt that Julian's voice in response to him was filled with a touch of ridicule and nostalgia, as if they were old friends reunited after being separated for many days.

Roar--

As Julian gently pulled the reins, the cold lizard under his crotch immediately roared, and then rushed straight towards Tyrion who was being defended by many high elf knights in the distance!

"Stop him!"

Several silver-helmeted knights responsible for guarding Tyrion immediately pulled out the swords from their waists, slapped their horses and rushed forward. They raised their weapons and tried to kill Julian and his mount.

However, as the Witch King's champion who had been able to defeat Tyrion countless times on the training ground, how could Julian be just another person?

"Just stay out of the way, clown, Tyrion, let me see if you have improved over the years!"

I saw Julian's arms waving rapidly like flying butterflies. In just a few rounds, he left countless wounds on the bodies of the silver-helmeted knights, and countless black stinking blood continued to ooze from the wounds!

The Rune Sword Poison Blade was a reward given by His Majesty the Witch King to reward Julian for his contribution during the hundreds of years he had been lurking in Ulthuan. Even the smallest wound would take away the life of an elf in an instant.

Unless Elsa appears, there is no chance of a cure!

In the blink of an eye, the silver-helmeted knights around Tyrion were all poisoned and died, and the surrounding high elf warriors had been separated by the Black Guards of Naggarond, creating an excellent place for the duel between the two.

"Our meeting was an unexpected surprise, but I firmly believed that we would meet again on the battlefield..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Julian was feeling nostalgic, but Tyrion was obviously unwilling to communicate too much with this traitor, so he raised the Sun Sword and rushed towards Julian on horseback.

He wants to defeat the other party with his own hands, ask the other party why he betrayed him, and then kill him with his own hands!

"You're really as impatient as ever."

Facing Tyrion, who was rushing toward him as if he were the incarnation of Aenarion, Julian not only did not have any panic look on his face, but actually licked his dry lips with excitement.

Tyrion is always looking for a worthy opponent, so why not him?
This wave, this wave is going in both directions (eh)!

The cold lizard under Julian's crotch was the first to attack. It opened its bloody mouth filled with deadly germs and venom and bit the horse under Tyrion's crotch, trying to leave a bleeding wound on the opponent's body.

However, as a war horse given by the Phoenix King, how could Tyrion's mount be an ordinary war horse?

call-

As a descendant of the war horse of the hunter god Kunos, although Tyrion's mount is not as powerful as the silver horse given to him by Alarielle in the original book, it still has an overwhelming weight advantage against the mere Cold Lizard!

pedal!
As the front hooves inlaid with Yselama's silver horseshoes struck hard, Julian's cold lizard head was crushed into pieces without any defense like a broken watermelon!
However, Julian was not affected at all by the death of his mount. He jumped out of the saddle gracefully, then somersaulted to Tyrion's horse, and slashed directly at Tyrion's horse with his sword. .

Shoot the man first, shoot the horse first, if you don't have the horse, you lose half the battle!
puff-

The poisonous blade cut through the vest and abdomen of Tyrion's horse as easily as a hot knife cuts through butter, and the blood and intestines that spurted out were as bloody and terrifying as the waterfall and ropes flowing down.

"Damn...!"

With the war horse's gradually deepening wail of pain, Tyrion had no choice but to jump off the saddle. He wanted to land gracefully like Julian, but the shield tied to the arm armor caused him to fall flat on his face. .

(I don’t mean to weaken it, but in the original book Julian just pressed Tyrion and beat him violently)
Hey~
Just when Tyrion was trying to get up from the ground in embarrassment, a long sword inlaid with green runes was already placed on his shoulder. It was a poisonous blade that was far more terrifying than the short blade of the Witch Spirit.

"May I give you a pleasure, my dear Tyrion?"

Julian's slightly deep voice came into Tyrion's ears. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Tyrion always felt as if he felt a touch of loss from this voice:

"I will be happy to let you leave this world without pain. You must know that sometimes life is far scarier than death."

"As you wish, you traitor!" Tyrion frowned and stared into Julian's eyes firmly: "You were just acting despicably, but I think you will attribute it to your own glorious victory. "

"Hahaha, then you are really unlucky. I will not call such a simple battle a victory. It seems that you are no longer worthy of my martial arts."

There was a mocking look on Julian's face. He was indeed suspected of taking advantage of the battle just now, which he did not deny.

But this is not a training ground, and he is no longer the Italis he once was. The once sincere friendship is now only a life and death game with different positions. Only the stronger and more cunning elves can survive.

However, Tyrion had no intention of giving up easily. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Julian's poisonous blade had secretly moved away from his shoulder, so he continued to stimulate him with words:
"I'm different from you, traitor." "Well, although I'm tired of arguing with you, I have never betrayed you because of Aenarion's bloodline, because my allegiance has always been to the real Phoenix King. - Malekith.

Also, please call me Julian, after all, this is my real name. "

brush~
As soon as he finished speaking, Tyrion's elbow slammed into Julian's heart. He didn't know whether it was because of the anger after hearing these words or because he was trying to get a chance to fight back.

But Julian, who knew Tyrion well, easily dodged the elbow attack, and then continued to place the long sword on the opponent's neck and said seriously:
"My master hates you very much, and his attitude towards your brother Teclis is also full of suspicion and resentment. If it weren't for your brother being taken as a servant by that guy Rohan, I'm afraid he would have been taken over by the wizards long ago. Sacrificed to Kane!”

"My brother? Teclis! Is he still alive?"

"He has been alive and well, but my master has never liked overnight revenge, so I still hope that you can seize the time to commit suicide. This is much more merciful than falling into the hands of His Majesty the Witch King."

Julian's words were full of sincerity. He really did not want to see his former friends in Ulthuan having their souls extracted and suffering eternal torture. After all, that was a pain that even he could not imagine.

He told Tyrion about the information about Teclis to reassure Tyrion. After all, if Rohan joins him in interceding with His Majesty the Witch King, it would be easy to save a weak elf mage.

However, it is a pity that Tyrion is obviously unable to understand Julian's subtext with his recklessness. Now he only has worries about his brother and anger towards Julian:
"Face me if you can, traitor!"

Tyrion stood up and swept his sword behind him without any scruples. This was an extremely reckless move, because Julian only needed to turn the hilt of the sword slightly to chop off his head.

However, Julian did not seem to have the intention to kill his apprentice and best friend. Not only did he not take the opportunity to launch a fatal blow to Tyrion, he even lazily began to resist Tyrion's stormy attack.

At this moment, he only felt that he had used all the swordsmanship he had learned in his life. His swordsmanship was like a blur of light and shadow in the eyes of others, and every blow was enough to make even the experienced black guards feel troublesome.

Unfortunately, his swordsmanship was taught by Julian:

"It seems that you have been training all this time, Tyrion. Your current strength has far exceeded my strength when I left Ulthuan."

Feeling that every move he had taught had begun to be integrated with Tyrion's own skills, Julian couldn't help but grinned, but then asked with some regret:

"But I guess there's nothing you can do better, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense...poof!"

With an ugly look on his face, Tyrion waved the Sun Sword in his hand into a fire wheel in the night sky. However, Julian grabbed the passing fire pillar like a dexterous cat, and then directly smashed it with a weighted ball. On the tip of Tyrion's nose!
In an instant, an indescribable and severe pain surged into Tyrion's brain. Under the heavy blow, Julian's brain was filled with stars, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Seeing Tyrion completely losing his ability to fight back and falling to the ground, Julian wiped the nosebleed from the weight ball in disgust and slowly walked towards Tyrion:
"Given time, you will definitely be able to become a powerful swordsman that surpasses me, and even surpass your ancestors' feats. It's a pity that you don't have time anymore..."

Julian raised the poison blade in his hand with some regret. He believed that Tyrion would definitely be able to achieve extraordinary achievements in the future, but it was a pity that he had to kill this enemy of the dark elf.

Although he also wanted to let Tyrion go, after all, there were so many dark elves watching this battle, and His Majesty the Witch King went to clean up the Norscan betrayal and lord rebellion in Naggaroth, so as the temporary commander, he He could only bear the pain and kill his best friend.

However, it is a pity that as the most promising descendant of Aenarion besides Malekith, there are always some beings who are not willing to watch the descendants of their old friends be exterminated:

Roar--

A thunderous roar came from the distant sky, and more than a dozen huge figures covering the sky were like dark clouds, making the night darker and making the elves on the battlefield stagnant.

Hearing this familiar dragon roar, Tyrion, who had fallen to the ground, turned his head excitedly and looked to the sky in the distance, and then he saw the familiar Glory Star Forest Dragon.

"It's Death Fang, one of the most powerful star dragons in Ulthuan, and other dragon princes from Caledor!"

"Druchi, prepare to fight, for Ulthuan!"

"Assanil and his dragon princes are here to support us. For Ulthuan, everyone rush!"

……

The situation on the battlefield immediately turned into chaos. The dark elves who had the advantage all looked at the war beasts in the distance in fear, not knowing what to do for a while.

Normally, His Majesty the Witch King would have led his beloved dragon Serifion and the Black Dragon to meet the enemy, and there was no need to worry about the breath of these giant war beasts posing a threat to them.

However, now that the black dragons have lost the command of His Majesty the Witch King, and lacking a driver, they can only rely on instinct to fight, and it is obvious that they cannot last long.

Seeing this, even Julian didn't notice a flash of joy in his eyes, and then he took back his weapon and said teasingly to Tyrion:
"Goodbye, Prince Tyrion. We will meet again soon, but it will be a tragedy for both of us."

After speaking, Julian jumped directly onto an ownerless war horse that originally belonged to the Silver Helmet Knight, and ordered to the panicked Dark Elf warriors and the motionless Black Guards of Nagarond:
"Shrink the defenses, surround three with one missing, let those high elves retreat, and at the same time aim the cannons provided by Rohan at those dragons. It's time to end this war!"

"But Asul sneak attacked us and caused us such serious casualties. Are we going to let those high elves retreat so easily?"

"Obey the order, soldier. Do you have to wait until the dragon flames come to your head to wake up? The top priority now is to reduce casualties?"

Julian changed the gentleness of his words when he communicated with Tyrion before. He stared coldly at the fear lord who tried to refute him. The midnight armor of the same style as the Witch King and the terrifying murderous intent made this lord feel that he was facing It seems to be the Witch King himself.

After all the fear lords around him went to carry out the order, Julian silently glanced at Tyrion who was retreating with the support of soldiers in the distance, narrowed his eyes and left.

"Rejoice, my friend, maybe we really need to fight to the death next time we meet."

(End of this chapter)