The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 237 Pseudo·Eternal God’s Choice

Looking at the sharp knives and spears pointing at him, Farmer Chloe was so frightened that he hurriedly raised his hands and jumped out of the carriage.

He is just a deliveryman, and the Kingdom of Chloe is now an [agricultural world], so he is no match for the strong Kislev men around him.

But at this time, Mrs. Kisli didn't care about this poor farmer at all, but fixed her eyes on the carriage full of food behind him.

"It's food and supplies!"

"It's so good, my mouth almost looks like a bird!"

"I don't know if there is any beer. I just want to have a drink now."

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Seeing that the carriage was loaded with various vegetables and fresh meat, the surrounding citizens shouted excitedly, and even the nobles put down their weapons, with joyful smiles on their faces.

Due to the shortage of supplies, Prager has implemented food control for several months. Even the soldiers and nobles can only receive some black bread and diced sausages.

"These are enough for you to hold on for another two months. We will send an envoy to have trade meetings with you every month. If you have any requirements, you can tell him."

"Son of Prophecy, can you tell us what is the purpose of your coming to the Lion City? Is it to swear allegiance to the great King Ulric?"

Countless warriors from the Lion Realm spontaneously came to the streets and looked excitedly at the plate-armored knight riding a tall horse, bathing in the faint light emitted by him.

"You must be the hero who saves us from fire and water. Please let me join your army!"

Above the palace, King Ulric of the Lion Realm was looking disdainfully at the cheering crowd below and the figure emitting a faint light.

After thinking for a long time, he finally decided to temporarily put aside his prejudice against elves, took the initiative to take the sausage from Pushkin, patted his beard and promised:

"Hey... ok, let me cook tonight's dinner, and let you, a human boy, have a taste of the dwarf's craftsmanship!"

Frankly speaking, although Greensol has been whispering in his ears about the centuries-old hatred between elves and dwarves, for Pushkin and the citizens, having enough to eat is the most important thing.

This is just like the so-called 'Internet celebrity hot word'. Once it loses its mass base, even careerists and wandering knights no longer regard themselves as 'sons of prophecy'.

Unfortunately, not long ago, he was suddenly chased by several elves wearing red and white rune plate armor. Their superb martial arts even made him feel troublesome.

Behind the 'Son of Prophecy', thousands of rogue knights from all over the world are holding weapons from all over the world, looking firmly ahead.

Just like this, a hundred years later, the people of the entire Pendor continent just regarded the 'Son of Prophecy' as a joke.

Seeing his body being soaked bit by bit by the faintly shiny lake surface, Mordred was so frightened that he hurriedly began to struggle, but in the end he had no choice but to give in helplessly.

A hundred years ago, a magic stick named [Prophet - Madigan] appeared on the continent of Pandor, claiming that a son of prophecy would appear in the future to save Pandor from fire and water.

At the very beginning, there were indeed many militiamen and rogue knights who did not know the truth joined the ranks of these 'sons of prophecy', and there were even many businessmen who raised funds for them.

Although it looks good, the heat brought by these foods is not enough to withstand the howling cold wind near the desolate Chaos Wasteland.

And considering the cold weather in Kislev, Rohan also thoughtfully sent thousands of sheepskin jackets, which can be described as well-intentioned.

Although he believes in [Eunomia, the Goddess of Order and Prediction], this does not mean that he will hand over his power to this mercenary who calls himself [Son of Prophecy].

The gorgeous palace of the ancient Pende Empire stands at the top of the city, and the entire city stands on the plain like a giant pyramid.

This is a miracle!

In the square where the statue of King Ulric was carved, the 'Son of Prophecy' waved to the people around him, jumped off his horse and took off his helmet.

————Pand Continent, Lion City

I don't know how long it took, but when Mordred woke up again, he had returned to his room, and the [Ulvert's Proof] was leaning against his bed!

“Thank you again for your generosity, you will always be our friends in Kislev!”

"Sir Rohan, thank you for your contribution to Prager. We will never forget this kindness."

And [Madigan's prophecy] is nothing more than a satirical joke made by people after dinner at the greedy nobles and ignorant careerists.

After that, [Ulvert's Proof] disappeared from his hands, and Mordred became the mortal again.

He once relied on this powerful war bow to successfully defeat the Chosen One of Misty Mountain - [Huricide Wolfbird] on the battlefield, shooting the opponent through the thigh.

Recalling the tragic situation at that time, Mordred couldn't help but sigh. This was the first time in his mercenary career that he had encountered such a situation.

But as the general public gradually understands the nature of these so-called 'sons of prophecy', more and more Pendor people are no longer interested in this rhetoric.

Would you be willing to take up the bow again in defense of Pendor?"

What was even more frightening was that those elves actually had the power to mobilize other elves and directly sent a silver dragon knight to chase him in the city.

Greensol turned his head and saw Pushkin excitedly walking towards him carrying a bag of tomatoes and sausages, with a joyful smile on his face.

He is not a self-propelled ballista. As a mortal, he will also be burned to death by dragon flames. Besides, the salary given to him by the elves is not low, so why should he fight to the death?

However, he soon discovered to his horror that his body was holding the bow completely out of control, and then walked towards the lake in the distance!

"WTF, forced buying and selling?!"

Luo Han didn't care about this. After all, it was just a simple effort. Then he turned around and solemnly declared:

The remaining people of Prague fell into carnival again, cheering for the elves' great kindness while taking the food back to their residences.

Everyone stretched their heads, hoping to see the true face of the 'Son of Prophecy', but they only saw an ordinary and familiar face.

However, just a few weeks ago, Mordred, who was sleeping in Imperial Port, suddenly heard the call of a mysterious force, which guided him to the forest outside the city.

In response to such remarks that undermined national unity, the king at the time chose to tie Madigan to a cross and make it barbecue.

However, today’s human mercenary who calls himself the [Son of Prophecy] seems to be a little different from the previous traitors:

Peter came to Rohan, bowed his head sincerely to this holy angel, and expressed his most sincere gratitude as a lord.

Looking at the people of Prague who were constantly grateful to the elves, Greensol couldn't help but sneer, and then he was about to leave with Pushkin, but he didn't expect to find anyone when he turned around.

Perhaps even his employer, Daario, had not guessed that he would be favored by the gods and become the legendary [Son of Prophecy], right?

"The son of prophecy is the true son of prophecy!"

The ferocious dragon flames directly covered half of the city, but even so, the rune elves still did not give up the pursuit, seemingly not caring about sacrificing the entire city!

But even so, there are still many careerists and rogue knights claiming to be the 'Sons of Prophecy', who use the name of [Savior] to go around killing and looting.

It's not that he doesn't want to help the gods, it's just that I can't do it!

Although he was able to defeat Wolfbird, who was also the Chosen One, with this war bow, he did not think that he could defeat hundreds of flying dragons and giants with just one war bow.

"You can really pretend. If it weren't for resisting the persuasion of elves and goddesses, I wouldn't let such a proud guy enter my city!"

Feeling the love of the people around him in the Lion Realm and the huge power in his body, Mordred felt a surge of honeyed confidence in his heart.

A noble knight wearing a fierce lion's red robe was looking at this mercenary with a strange light with disdain, barely concealing his arrogance.

If he hadn't known the topography of Dilingang very well, his life would have been in danger!

With its multi-section wall structure, countless forts of various types, and thick walls that are several kilometers long, this city has never been attacked from the front.

In this way, Mordred, who was forced to become the "Pseudo Eternal Chosen", embarked on a war against the elves:

Whether it was the poisonous arrow used to assassinate Rohan; or the deliberate spread of anti-elven rhetoric in the elven-occupied territories, it was all his masterpiece.

Just when Greensol thought that Pushkin had been squeezed out by the citizens who were swarming around to grab supplies, a voice suddenly came from his ears and said excitedly:

Now, finally, I can eat something good!

Looking at the 'Child of Prophecy' below who was bathing in the flowers and praises from the people, Ulric suppressed the anger in his heart and turned around to leave the palace.

Good guy, are the gods going to unite to fight against the elves?

Recalling the giants and flying dragons he had witnessed at Dilin Port, Mordred, who had always been cautious in doing things, hesitated for a moment and was about to release his hand holding the war bow.

If you don't have enough to eat, who has the energy to care about hatred?

Looking at Pushkin's thin figure, which was not much taller than him, and the innocent smile on his face, even Greensol, who had always been stubborn, couldn't say anything.

Where are people?

This light emanating from the 'Children of Prophecy' is constantly inspiring them, making them eager to immediately fight the damn elf invaders.

"Ha~ Forever friends, I don't think such a hypocritical friendship can last for a few years...Pushkin?"

"I am [Goddess of Order Eunomia]. Thank you for your willingness to listen to our call. We need your power now more than ever!

Pendor has been torn apart once again, forcing the gods to unite once again to fight against our common enemy: the elves!

New enemies have begun to invade, and old enemies are about to make a comeback. We must find the evil elf - [Misty Lady] as soon as possible, and completely eliminate it once and for all.

Just when he was lost in memories, a voice full of hostility and confusion suddenly came from the distance, directly interrupting his thoughts:

It was Mordred, the leader of the Pendor mercenary group who was originally responsible for training new recruits and stationed at Dilin Port!

"Hello, friends from the Lion Realm, I am your old acquaintance Mordred, the [Son of Prophecy] of Pandor."

Mordred has forgotten what happened specifically. He only remembers that he gained an indescribable magical power and a familiar battle bow floating in front of him:

It’s [Ulvert’s Proof]!

Mordred stared blankly at the artifact in front of him that had accompanied him in his conquest of the Misty Mountain Army. He knew that it was the weapon of the great archer god - [Ulvert].

I never thought that I would be lucky enough to come into contact with this magical weapon in my lifetime!

At that time, Mordred took the artifact without even thinking, but unexpectedly, a clear female voice suddenly came to his ears again:

Under the grateful gazes of Peter and the people of Prague, the elven army slowly walked into the portal and then disappeared into the square of Prague.

As more and more carriages drove out of the portal, some Gossack warriors began to jump on the carriages to carry food with Rohan's permission.

After all, there are not too many careerists who use the name of 'son of prophecy' to cause trouble everywhere:

And it is such a magnificent city that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but today it welcomed his distinguished guest:

"The Son of Prophecy... Huh, it's just a lie made up by a boring magician. I didn't expect that so many untouchables would believe such words."

"Look Green, we can make borscht tonight!"

As the leader of a mercenary group hired by elves, Mordred was originally just an ordinary human mercenary who trained new recruits in Port Dilin, and there was nothing extraordinary about him.

A thunderous sound sounded from Mordred's ears, which immediately made him wake up from his dazed state and stared blankly at the war bow in his hand.

Looking at the people of Lion City who were constantly throwing flower petals around, Mordred, who had been promoted to the 'Chosen of the Gods', had a smile on his face and waved around.

Most of the surrounding nobles also had evil eyes, and they were obviously not interested in this son of prophecy who jumped out of nowhere.

Like King Ulric, the nobles of the Lion Realm will not believe in the so-called son of prophecy. After all, this means that their rights will be reshuffled.

They are all great nobles who have been inherited from the Lion City for hundreds of years. Who would be happy if a prophetic son suddenly appeared who could lead the whole Pandor?

Mordred obviously knew his situation. He looked at the people and nobles around him, and calmly turned to look at the statue of Emperor Gupande in the center of the city. He couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

Then under the surprised eyes of everyone, Mordred jumped onto the wooden platform more than 5 meters high and gave an impassioned speech:

"Everyone, stop pretending. I'm showing off my cards. I'm not only the legendary son of prophecy, I'm also the legitimate heir to the Pendor Empire!"

(End of chapter)