The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 293 Imperial Meeting

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 293 Imperial Meeting

"Don't be stupid, this poor continent is not worth destroying at all. Why should I do such a thankless thing?"

Rohan's shadow clone couldn't help but roll his eyes. The only role of a feudal society like Westeros, which lagged behind Pendor, was to serve as a logistics base for him.

What's more, compared to destroying by force, why didn't Rohan, who owned the portal, choose to ask for the power of Lady Mist and use divine power to make the world lost forever?

This is not only more efficient, but also has zero pollution and zero loss. It allows the entire world to disappear directly into Lohan's coordinates, and there is no need to worry about the other party causing trouble for you.

Rohan may not be good at solving problems, but he's good at dealing with those who create them!

Looking at Rohan who was full of confidence in front of him, the innocent Hawk couldn't help but slightly lowered the ice and snow spear in his hand and got entangled.

He also knew that what he was doing now was no different than a moth flying into a flame. After all, he had seen with his own eyes the other party's back when he easily wielded a blue sword to kill the White Walkers.

If you choose to believe the other party now, you can put down your weapons and avoid death, but those innocent people...

"The Sons of the Forest are right, you creatures called 'elves' are really good at confusing people's hearts!"

After thinking for a long time, Hawke recalled the prophecy warned by the Son of the Forest in his mind, so he firmly raised his ice spear and said:

"Cunning pointed ears, the forest messenger of the old gods has given me a prophecy that the evil Wild Hunt will slaughter and enslave the entire continent of Westeros, and will also bring hoarfrost that will destroy the world!

In order to protect the bright future of those weak humans, I must stop you even if I have lost my human body now!"

After saying that, he raised the spear in his hand and stabbed at Rohan's shadow clone, not noticing the question mark on Rohan's face at all.

Wild Hunt? Hoarfrost?

Such a familiar title, have you heard of it somewhere?

Pa~

Lost in memories, Rohan directly crushed the ice spear thrust by Hawke, then raised his hand and slapped the ugly White Walker away, and began to think about the information he just learned from Hawke.

"Children of the Forest... If I remember correctly, those things seem to be a group of female creatures similar to tree people. Can they still make prophecies?"

Because it was so long ago, Rohan only had a rough memory of "The Witcher" and "Game of Thrones" in his heart, and more details had been completely forgotten.

Rohan has no memory of the fellow elves named 'Wild Hunt' mentioned by Hawke. He only knows that they also seem to have the ability to travel through different worlds...

etc!

Thinking of this, Luo Han suddenly looked up at the sky shrouded in snow and fog, licked his lips and murmured:

"Woc, are those elves who have the same ability to travel through different worlds as me, my true 'compatriots'?"

After all, Rohan's brain has no memory of the original host of this elf body, let alone where his ability to travel came from.

The beginning of his memory was when he fell from the sky naked, and was picked up by the Witch King and adopted by Nagarond.

My memory before I came to [Warhammer World] was that I met a girl in red who was almost hit by a truck because she was chasing a balloon, and I became the scapegoat.

However, what is different from the cliche rescue plot is that I chose not to save myself and was actually hit and killed by a truck that swerved to avoid the little girl...

After the memory was over, Luo Han couldn't help but scratch his scalp with his right hand, and then sighed with some depression:

"Hey~ My scalp feels so itchy, I feel like my brain will grow if I keep thinking about it!"

In fact, for him, the so-called plot effects in his previous life have become smaller and smaller, and have even reached the point where they can basically be ignored.

After all, whether it is the Warhammer world or the world of thousands, it is ultimately a collection of worlds where the jungle dominates with strength.

Thinking of this, Rohan's shadow clone gradually turned into a wisp of black smoke and dispersed, leaving only a murmur that sounded like a devil to a savage:

"Game of Thrones? It's just a trick for the weak. With my current strength and hundreds of thousands of troops, do I still need to play games with those mortals?"

His consciousness gradually returned to his original body. Rohan, who was sitting on the mountain peak, slowly stood up and looked proudly at the dozens of silver dragon knights surrounding him who were surrounding him in the air to protect him. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly.

Realizing that Rohan had woken up, Risa Dilan, who had been kneeling next to him and waiting, also stood up and reported to Rohan at the same time:

"The casualties have been tallied. Except for the more than 400 elf recruits who were directly hit by the White Walkers' magical attacks, the other wounded have recovered.

However, four silver dragons were unfortunately killed on the spot in the battle with the Night King. If you want to replenish the damage, you can only use ordinary ash dragons to replenish them first."

After saying that, Lisa Dilan shook his head with regret. He has not yet seen Druchi's fertility rate, which can be called a human, so he is still sighing for the loss of hundreds of elves.

But Rohan is not that sentimental, after all, he has seen this kind of posture too many times.

Every time the Witch King went on an expedition to Ulthuan, Druchi would suffer tens of thousands of casualties, and there were even hundreds of thousands of heavy casualties on several occasions!

However, Rohan was 'lucky' to have seen the horrific scene where the blood and mutilation of the elves were spread across the entire plain, and tens of thousands of elves died in battle.

However, even after suffering such serious losses, the Druchi elves were still able to quickly replenish their battle losses with their fertility comparable to humans, and the total number remained stable.

Because of this, Rohan will not feel sad because of the loss of some new soldiers who have not yet formed combat effectiveness. After all, the Noldor elves' tactics will not work well for him here.

You humans are decreasing all the time, but we Druch elves are endless!

"We only lost more than 400 people without accepting the service of Lady Mist. It seems that the quality of the recruits recruited this time is quite good."

After hearing such a slight loss, a satisfied smile appeared on Rohan's face, obviously he was quite satisfied with the current condition of the recruits.

After all, compared to his 5,000 direct troops who had received the blessing, these recruits were only slightly better than ordinary Drukhi warriors in terms of equipment, and were not that strong.

Not only do these new recruits lack endless physical strength, they do not have enchanted weapons, they even lack sufficient support firepower.

However, in the face of the siege of hundreds of thousands of ghouls, these young warriors were able to not take a step back under the encouragement of the "Ashes Battle Flag", and they were indeed worthy of Luo Han's salary.

"Well done, these guys deserve awards!"

Looking at the Druchi warriors who were resting in formation below the mountain, Rohan directly took out a large box filled with gold coins from the system space.

Click~

Rohan kicked open the box containing nearly 10,000 gold coins, then spread his wings, picked up the box, and flew over the camp.

As a young elf who is also only over a hundred years old, Rohan knows very well what these warriors who are filled with killing and desire in their hearts need:

money!

Rohan, who flew over the camp, immediately attracted the attention of all the elves present. Almost all the recruits enthusiastically raised their weapons and cheered for their idol:

"Rohan! Rohan! Rohan!"

Most of these recruits are young elves who voluntarily joined the army. They are only in their fifties and sixties and are in their passionate adolescence, a restless and wonderful time.

And as the equally young but more powerful Lohan, there is no doubt that he is the idol sought after by all of them!

What, you mean Lord Witch King?

Although it is somewhat blasphemous to say this, to these young Drukki elves, Malekith is more like a living myth, a legend that they cannot surpass.

But Lohan is different. After all, compared to the unreachable Lord Witch King, the Lord Lohan who is often contacted in daily life is much more impressive than the Lord Witch King whom he has never met!

For these proud young warriors, they all have a mysterious confidence in their hearts, like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and they think that they can also achieve the same achievements as Rohan.

Looking at the Druchi recruits below who had no concealed ambition in their eyes, Luohan said with satisfaction:

"Even though they know the gap in strength, they still make no secret of their ambitions. It seems that the potential of this batch of recruits is even better than I imagined!"

Naturally, he also knew what was going on in the minds of these new recruits. They just wanted to make great achievements beyond themselves on the battlefield and then replace himself.

As the saying goes, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. Being ambitious is a good thing.

The society of the Drukki elves is based on respecting the strong. If there really is a subordinate in his army who can defeat him with his own strength, then he will admit it!

What's more, the Warhammer world is a world of jungle. If you don't have a group of powerful subordinates chasing you behind, then how can you talk about the motivation to become stronger?

Looking at the excited young men below, Luohan grabbed a handful of gold coins from the box and held it in his hand, then shouted in a voice covered with magic:

"Duluqi, you have all shown extraordinary abilities in this month of fighting. I am afraid that even the performance of individual veterans is not as good as yours.

Although you are still very young now, I have no doubt that you will make extraordinary achievements in the near future!

To celebrate your victory, I will select the best-performing warrior among you for a blessing ceremony!"

Wow——

After hearing that they actually had a chance to be selected to receive the blessing, the recruits immediately started quarreling with each other excitedly, bragging to each other about their respective achievements:

"I killed at least five zombies, plus I killed a few humans during my patrol. I should be a share of this blessing!"

"It's nothing to kill just a few. If you want to compare with me, I killed a White Walker who could control zombies!"

"Hehehe, I killed a giant zombie alone!"

…

There were endless quarrels, and each recruit was hysterically shouting with his colleagues around him, which made the surrounding veterans who had received the blessing marvel.

They like to watch the new recruits fighting for the few blessing spots, which reminds them of their lost youth.

However, at this moment, a shout of surprise suddenly covered up the quarrels of all the recruits, and at the same time, they gradually came back to their senses:

"Master Luohan is throwing coins, everyone hurry up and grab them!"

The elves looked up one after another and saw that Rohan was blowing the gold coins in the box to every corner of the camp with the help of the strong wind flapping his wings!

Looking at the Druchis below who were searching for gold coins, Rohan nodded with satisfaction. Sure enough, this is the best way to boost morale.

"Go and look for it, I put all the gold coins in the corner of the camp!"

"Ding~ You successfully organized a spoils division, and the morale of the entire army will be +8 within three days!"

————Wang Ling, Junlin City

At this time, all the nobles in Westeros did not know about the various horrific battles taking place north of the Great Wall, nor did they know what a terrible disaster they were about to encounter.

Although the Night's Watch's distress letter has been sent to every noble in Westeros, almost all nobles have chosen to ignore the matter and ignore it.

In their view, this is nothing more than a method used by prisoners and illegitimate children to seek treatment for themselves.

As for the hundreds of thousands of wildlings mentioned in the letter and the suspected return of the White Walkers?

Haha, it seems that the old man of the Mormont family is so dim-sighted that he thinks the snowman built by the wild people beyond the wall is a White Walker!

All the nobles, including the king, playfully focused their attention on Winterfell, anticipating how the 'Warden of the North' would respond to the child's play-like letter asking for help.

Then they were dumbfounded:

"Duke Eddard Stark launched military mobilization in the name of the Guardian of the North. Now more than 20,000 soldiers are gathering in the North, and the goal is suspected to be to support the Great Wall."

In the Red Keep of King's Landing, the Royal Council was urgently convened by the King's Hand, Jon Arryn, to discuss the military mobilization in the north.

The intelligence chief, Wallis, was reading the contents of the envelope in his hand with a frown, and then said to the surrounding ministers:

"What is certain is that the mobilization of the North is indeed real. Almost all the families in the North have responded to the call and sent their troops to gather at Winterfell.

As for the reason, it is most likely because of the letter asking for help from the Night's Watch. It seems that the wildling threat mentioned by Commander-in-Chief Jeor Mormont is very likely to be true!"

Hearing this, everyone present fell silent, obviously being a little slow to react by this sudden incident.

On the contrary, it was King Robert's brother, the Minister of Justice, who was the first to break the silence, pretending to be relaxed and joking in order to liven up the atmosphere:

"Hehehe, that was really an unprecedented event that has not been seen in decades. Since Robert became the king, there has not been such a mobilization order for a long time, right?"

"Renly, on formal occasions you should call Robert brother, or king!"

Sea Lord Stannis looked at his frivolous brother with some dissatisfaction, and then asked Varys next to him:

"So is the threat from the savages north of the Great Wall real? Are there really hundreds of thousands of savages ready to attack the Great Wall?"

"Lord Stannis, my little birds are just a group of helpless children after all. You can't expect a group of children to survive beyond the wall."

Wallis's face was filled with a wry smile. If the troops in the north hadn't suddenly begun to gather, he might not have known about the invasion of the northern barbarians.

"This is such a troubled time, but our king is still out hunting..."

Looking at the envelope from the North in his hand, Old Jon, who served as Hand of the King, rubbed his temples tiredly, and then asked a short man in the corner:

"Lord Petyr, may I ask if our treasury currently has enough funds to support the Great Wall?"

(End of chapter)