Teclis is the most powerful master of magic among the High Elves today.
He would never make mistakes when it came to using magic, sensing the other party's mental power, and subspace projection.
That guy in the clown mask is a literal god.
Even if the other person didn't emit any terrifying soul fluctuations, he could feel that the other person's soul was shining like the sun.
Compared to the other person, his soul is like a firefly.
In addition to the masked guy, there was another visitor who caught Teclis's attention.
The other party was wrapped in an armor with intricate patterns and a slender sword hung at his waist.
Teclis couldn't see the other man's face, but he could feel a terrible force of death hidden under the armor.
It is not surprising to say that it is the earthly incarnation of death.
Sensing someone was watching him, the other person looked up and met Tigris's gaze.
Those dark eyes were like the abyss.
It will suck people's souls into a world without light.
Teclis suppressed the urge to turn and run.
Become silent.
No longer were they as indignant as they were at the beginning, calling for the killing of the uninvited guys.
Tyrion had not changed much.
Those eyes were filled with anger.
If the Phoenix King wasn't here, he would probably draw his sword to see what the other person was capable of.
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The arrival of the Eldar caught the Phoenix King and his entourage off guard.
Who would have thought that the human empire led by the Holy Emperor already had the existence of elves.
There are slight differences in the names.
They call themselves the High Elves.
The other party claimed to be the elves.
But the Phoenix King could tell at a glance that these people with pointed ears who called themselves elves were definitely of the same race as them.
That kind of arrogance is definitely something that other races do not have.
Many envoys from the elves were welcomed into the palace.
Eldrar and his companions came to meet the Phoenix King and his entourage, not to negotiate, nor to persuade these backward fellows.
Instead, they came to declare their rule over the High Elves.
As soon as they sat down, the Great Prophet Eldrar spoke.
"For the greater good of our people, you must obey our rule." Eldrar said, "Only in this way can we unify our people and make them stronger."
"I do not understand what you mean, fellow." The Phoenix King Finubar was still as shocked as a storm, but as a king, he still showed incredible calmness. "We have lived here happily for many years. What qualifications do you have to declare that we will accept your rule as soon as you arrive?"
"This is the best option." Eldrar said: "A fragmented Eldar will only weaken our voice in the Empire, which will be a huge loss to the interests of our race."
"You have joined the Empire? And become a part of them?" Finubar immediately grasped the key point in the other party's words. These fellows from the Imperial Universe have become part of the Empire.
Eldrar had no intention of denying it, so he nodded.
"The Holy Emperor has countless armies under his command. His influence has spread throughout the entire galaxy and expanded to other universes. We, the Eldar, are his most valued allies. This is why you have not been violently invaded by the Empire, because they have to abide by the old alliance. A united Eldar will help us gain more say."
"The reason why the human empire dares not invade Ulthuan by force is because we are strong enough, not because of your charity." Tyrion stood up and said. In his opinion, Eldrar's words were a bit humiliating.
Ulthuan is the power that makes the human empire feel fear.
Instead of relying on a distant relative of the same ethnic group, they were not invaded.
Tyrion's words made several Eldar prophets laugh.
This is very rude, and laughing at backward and ignorant compatriots is a terrible sin, but they still couldn't help laughing.
A backward and barbaric force occupying a large island says they can make the Holy Emperor of mankind feel fear.
If the many races that have left their planets and become interstellar civilizations heard these words, they would probably stand up and see who is so arrogant and dares to say such big words.
"Are you mocking?" Tyrion said angrily. "You know nothing of the power of Ulthuan. Just because you are weak and bow to men does not mean we will be weak too."
"But you know nothing about the Holy Emperor." Eldrar said, "If someone in Middenheim issued an extermination order for this world, the report would not have to be submitted to the Terra bureaucrats serving the Holy Emperor."
"Then let the so-called Holy Emperor try." Tyrion stood up and drew his sword.
But the next second, he flew out.
With a wave of his hand, Eldrar threw the powerful high elf warrior away and crashed him into the wall behind him.
The huge impact caused cracks to appear in the wall.
Eldrar clenched his hands and levitated Tyrion.
This potential Kane's chosen one is thus firmly controlled by an invisible force.
His limbs were locked tightly in his armor and he was shaking uncontrollably.
Teclis raised his staff, wanting to help his brother.
A dazzling light flashed through the silent air.
The sword, shining with arcing electricity, slashed through Teclis's scepter, splitting it in two.
The tip of the sword was placed at the opponent's throat.
An Eldar warrior wearing Death's Army armor stood in front of Teclis.
The hilt of the blade was clenched in his hand.
The threat in those eyes beneath the helmet was obvious.
If there is any unusual movement again, I will kill without mercy.
Eldrar tossed Tyrion aside again before looking at Phoenix King Finubar.
"With our strength alone, we can easily slaughter you. Not to mention the Empire. You won't even have a chance to fight. You will be wiped out by the terrible artillery fire. Fighting you can't even be called a battle. It's more like an insignificant warm-up."
The strength displayed by the elves was overwhelming.
Even killing all the princes and strong men of the high elves would not be a difficult task for them.
The face of Phoenix King Finubar turned pale.
He knew very well that he had no choice.
The Human Empire's decision to ask these fellow races from different universes to come forward was already a final ultimatum.
If they don't know what's good for them, there won't be a next time.
These fellows from another universe will definitely kill them and take over the elves.
Whether they are Dark Elves, High Elves, or Wood Elves, these elven elves will use brutal yet effective means to conquer and rule.
"If you can represent the interests of the elves, then Ulthuan will obey your rule." Phoenix King Finubar said, "But I have a word to say, if you collude with humans to seize our interests, then the high elves will never sit idly by."
"No Eldar is foolish enough to steal bread from a beggar's bowl." Eldrar said an old Eldar proverb.
The first negotiation between similar creatures from different universes was a complete success.
"You have come from afar and must be exhausted. Please let the servants take you to the guest room to rest. There will be a banquet to welcome you tonight." Phoenix King Finubar tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and maintained his elegant demeanor.
During the negotiations with the other party, the other party's words were full of arrogance and rudeness.
For the first time, Finubar felt how annoying the elf-like arrogance that had always been criticized by other forces was.
... ... ... ..
After settling the elves' envoys and finalizing some details for the evening banquet.
The Everqueen - Alarielle went to visit the injured Tyrion.
They were affectionate for a long time.
Until all of Tyrion's fury was vented on Alarielle.
The two men did not stop their actions until they were out of breath and exhausted.
Alarielle's noble appearance of the past had disappeared at this moment. Her handsome and flawless face looked very flushed, and her soft long golden hair was very messy.
A lot of hair even stuck to the forehead because of sweat.
There were traces of sweat everywhere on the soft quilt.
The air is filled with a luxurious atmosphere.
"I am infuriated by Finubar's cowardice." Tyrion looked at the Everqueen in his arms. "He should not be so servile to those messengers. He is the Phoenix King, the spiritual leader of the High Elves."
"Finubar has his own considerations." Alarielle said, "We can't blame him like this. As the Phoenix King, we have to consider the overall interests of the High Elves. If we go to war with the Empire, can we really win?"
"But we shouldn't be so weak." Tyrion said: "Even if we fail, we must let those people in the Empire know that we have backbone and will not let them control us."
"But what if those humans don't care? They don't see the backbone of the high elves, and they just think that the high elves are rebelling against them. Then what measures will they take against us? Like they did to the ratmen, bomb the Demon Rat Waste City and completely destroy everything? Kill every influential leader and ensure that this race has no hope of turning over?"
"Don't you think they can do it? Look at those fellow races from different universes. Don't you feel their cruelty and coldness? What terrible killing and cruelty are hidden in the words of peace. Destroying a world or a race is not a psychological burden for them."
"If the creations of the ancient saints can do this, let alone humans. Among those messengers, some have powers comparable to those of the elven gods, or even far beyond them. You are not very sensitive to magic, so you may not have noticed it. But your brother and I have felt it. They are all human incarnations of gods, and they possess unimaginable power. They were all forced to submit to the so-called Holy Emperor. You can imagine how much power he possesses."
Alarielle's words left Tyrion silent.
He hadn't considered this sort of thing.
He was too impulsive.
"If those elves really consider our interests, then we can live in peace. If they think they can bully the high elves together with those damned humans, then they are overthinking. Even if it costs me my life, I will resist to the end."
Alarielle did not continue.
Instead, he rose from Tyrion's arms.
Calculating the time, the dinner is about to start.
The Phoenix King and the Everqueen are symbols of the High Elf race and are also nominal partners.
Naturally, she couldn't miss such an important banquet.
"Take good care of your injuries first." After leaving these words, Alarielle put on the clothes with intricate patterns with the help of her maid and left.
Only Tyrion remained.
The departure of his beloved made Tyrion, who was alone, recall once again the time when he met with the Eldar envoys and was easily defeated by them.
A desire for power surged within him.
The call of Kane's Sword echoed in my ears again.
The voice echoed in his mind.
As long as he draws Cain's sword, he will be invincible.
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The undead army assembled this time is unprecedentedly terrifying and powerful.
Those powerful Tomb Kings were once again enslaved and controlled by Nagash's terrifying power.
The Tomb Kings' buried army, as well as the dead transformed over the years, have all become Nagash's minions.
In addition, there are a large number of vampires, gargoyles and ghosts.
From a mortal's perspective, this army is shockingly large.
They advanced in a mighty force, and wherever they went, dark clouds rolled, as if doomsday had come.
The dead are advancing like a torrent.
There is only death wherever he passes.
Manfred is the commander of this huge legion, and many necromancers and high-level vampires gather around him.
Nagash resurrected many of his former subordinates.
The plan is to let them lead the undead army and conquer the world.
The first target is naturally humans.
I thought this was going to be a smooth battle.
Manfred set out with great pride.
He vowed to seize Middenheim for Nagash and bring all of humanity to his master's feet.
With such a huge army of undead, even if Sigma was resurrected, he would not be able to stop them.
But fate is so dramatic.
When the Undead Army entered the wilderness.
A huge fleet of airships appeared.
They just floated high in the sky over the wilderness, as if waiting for the undead army to approach.
Manfred had his archers and necromancers ready.
Prepare to give humanity a little shock from the undead army.
Just as he was exerting his command talent and mobilizing the troops with extremely high efficiency.
A shrill whistling sound came from the sky.
A spindle-like object the size of a house, made entirely of steel, fell into the center of the undead army.
No necromancer or vampire knew what it was.
Until it explodes.
The horrific explosion seemed to tear the earth apart.
With the landing as the center, everything within a radius of several kilometers disappeared.
Even the rocks melted under the high temperature, the flowers, plants and trees were carbonized and completely torn apart by the surging air waves.
If Manfred had not been standing a little further back and had not taken shelter in a natural ravine several meters deep as soon as the explosion occurred, he would have been turned into ashes by the residual power of the explosion.
Accompanied by the rise of giant mushroom clouds thousands of meters high.
Countless undead ghosts and vampires seemed to see their long-dead grandmother.
The bright light was like the sun suddenly appearing on the earth, and everything was as bright as day.
After more than ten minutes, the shaking ended.
Manfred, in a state of disarray, crawled out of his hiding place.
The sea of undead bones that he thought could destroy all enemies in the world had been shattered.
Some undead that were farther away and had good strength survived. Although they were in a miserable state, they did not collapse under the enemy's first wave of attacks.
He finally understood how his father, Vlad, had failed.
Facing such an enemy, no matter how many undead or vampires there are, it will be of no use.
That is simply a punishment from God, a chastisement from heaven.
It is a power that only God can control.
The airships were arranged in neat rows and flew over from the horizon.
The artillery continued to fire, strangling those enemies who survived the orbital bombardment.
On one of the airships, a group of five people were among them.
Looking at the scorched wilderness, their faces were filled with the same shock as the other soldiers.
Just a random attack from those magnificent warships was enough to resolve a crisis that, in their opinion, was enough to destroy the world.
It might just be one more shot to destroy Nagashiza.
Manfred realized that he was doomed.
The two sides are not on the same level at all.
He had already lost before the battle even began.
He decisively ordered the withdrawal of Nagashza.
Of course, in order to slow down the enemy's offensive, he ordered the undead troops to disperse and flee.
Some of them fled to the densely populated plains, forcing the human armies to give up chasing them in order to protect the civilians.
This strategy worked wonders.
Even with airships, humans would not be able to catch up with the high-ranking Undead Army members, including Manfred.
From time to time they would drive away the undead who wanted to escape to the cities of the living, ensuring that these monsters would not cause any trouble to the people of the empire.
Of course, the imperial army did not care about the escape of Manfred and others.
They will eliminate Nagash's minions bit by bit, capture the most powerful necromancer in history, and send him to the sage's laboratory as a research sample.
... ... ... ...
In low-Earth orbit in the medieval world.
On a battleship named Imperial Light.
Arthas stood before the hologram.
He witnessed the entire process of this orbital bombardment and saw with his own eyes the destruction of the huge undead army.
The supreme commander took this opportunity to teach these new recruits a lesson.
Let them know how to deal with enemies who dare to defy the Emperor of the Empire.