The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 326 Already in his shape

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 326 Already in his shape~

"Caranthir! Where is it?"

Seeing Rohan focusing on the ice and snow forest behind them, Joffrey immediately subconsciously pulled out two short blades from his waist, staring at the motionless forest with his green eyes.

Myrcella also cautiously pulled out the 'Harry Potter's Staff' from her waist and pointed it at the forest. At the same time, she tried to release magic power to search for traces of the enemy, but found nothing.

"Don't worry, you are just a young apprentice who has only learned magic for a year. The reason why you are not as good at using magic as Caranthir is because he has lived longer."

Seeing this, Rohan gently pulled Joffrey behind him, who was standing in front of him, and then explained while putting on the Claw of the Holy Glory:

"After all, he suffered a small loss from you in the previous battle. Now he only dares to cover his body with a layer of magic power, and then waits for a bite like a peeping mouse hiding in the dark."

"What a disgusting metaphor. I didn't expect that as an elf sage, you would actually accept two humans as apprentices. Are you worthy of the noble blood flowing in your body?"

In the shadows, a Wild Hunt Elf wearing skeletal steel armor was walking out of the forest with a look of disgust on his face. The staff emitting piercing white light in his hand and the steel helmet hanging on his waist all showed his identity:

The strongest navigator in the history of the elves of Ain El, and an important advisor to the King of the Wild Hunt - Caranthil Al Fresnel!

Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from Rohan, Caranhir's handsome face not only did not reveal any fear, but instead excitedly stepped forward and asked:

"This kind of powerful strength far exceeds that of Eredin. This respected but unfamiliar elf sage, can you please tell me how you master such terrifying power?"

After saying that, he took the initiative to stick the wand in his hand on the ground to show that he was not hostile, and looked up at Rohan with eyes full of dangerous curiosity.

As the most promising apprentice of Avallac'h, Caranthir has always been interested in unknown magic and mysterious adventures. It is for this reason that he joined Eredin's Red Cavalry.

He originally thought that there was an upper limit to magical power. Even Ain El could only freeze the sea surface within a few hundred meters or summon five ice elements.

However, just a few days ago, he saw with his own eyes a power that could be called a god!

The strange elf sage just waved his hand and summoned a fire phoenix tens of meters long to engulf his camp; the once indestructible ice element turned into ice slag under the opponent's magical light.

When his Wild Hunt Cavalry and Wild Hunt Dogs tried to launch a counterattack against the Elf Sage, the icy blue flames directly took away their souls, scaring Caranthir to flee the battlefield with the remaining troops.

It stands to reason that after losing most of them, Caranthir should lead the remaining elves back to their hometown of Tilnaria and wait for further orders from the King of the Wild Hunt.

But he didn't do that.

After experiencing a narrow escape from Rohan, Caranthir found that he seemed to be increasingly obsessed with Rohan's magical attainments and terrifying destructive power, so much so that he could not think about food or tea.

Finally, after going through some inner struggles, Caranthir decisively repatriated all the surviving Wild Hunt elves, and found Rohan alone who was leading his apprentice.

Looking at the pair of holy wings behind Rohan, Caranthir's eyes burst out with a light that made Rohan feel a little scared, and then he knelt down on one knee and asked:

"I am Caranthir, the navigator of the elves of the Ain El clan. I believe you, senior, have heard of the name of Ain El, right?"

Since he had already learned the relevant knowledge about the Druchi elves from the caravans he plundered, Caranthil naively believed that Rohan should be a branch of the elves that were scattered to other worlds when the elves split.

similar.

As for the conflicts that broke out earlier, although he didn't know why Rohan attacked them, these "insignificant" small issues were not worth mentioning.

As long as he can obtain valuable magical knowledge and various wonderful adventures, he is willing to dedicate his loyalty!

However, it is a pity that the relationship between the Druchi elves and the Ain El elves cannot be said to be unrelated, or they can be said to be incompatible with each other.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a member of your Ain El elves, nor am I your fellow elves who once dispersed abroad, but I come from an elven race called 'Druqi'."

Seeing the expectation in the eyes of the young elf kneeling in front of him, Luohan did not hesitate to interrupt the other person's random thoughts and chose to tell the other person the truth directly.

After all, although concealing his identity can allow him to directly gain favor from the other party, Rohan still prefers that both parties can have an honest talk and then take the entire Ain El as his own.

After all, compared to the stubborn Noldor elves, Rohan felt that the Wild Hunt elf who was as adventurous as himself seemed to be more to his liking.

Although he killed many of his compatriots in order to train his apprentice, with their personalities matching each other, there shouldn't be any major conflicts, right?

"A brand new elven race!"

Sure enough, after learning Rohan's identity, Caranhir not only did not show any hostility, but his eyes revealed a stronger desire for knowledge.

For him, he would rather get to know these unknown new elves than deal with the elves of the Iron tribe who share the same origin.

More powerful magic, more powerful power, can there be anything more exciting for an Elf Sage than this!

More importantly, he is seeking Rohan's powerful power that can lead the Drukhi army to travel to another world without suffering any side effects.

Unlike Ciri's Ancient Blood, which can travel through different worlds at will, the time-travel ability possessed by Caranthir can only be called a defective product, because he can only go to the world that the Ancient Blood has visited before.

Although he can also achieve short-distance flashing without side effects, even Ciri cannot open a portal that allows an entire army to travel through time and space.

Because it is the power of God.

But now, he seems to be able to explore and study the power of gods at will like his mentor, Sage Avallac'h!

"I am willing to offer my insignificant loyalty to the elf lord from another world. I only ask that you can lead me to explore a new world and let me become your disciple and loyal minister!"

However, facing Carancierna's generous and solemn pledge of allegiance, Rohan showed no expression of excitement. Instead, he looked at Carancier with a twisted face like a 'subway old man on his cell phone'.

He didn't think he had such a strong charm, he naively thought that he could make an elf who had never been masked swear allegiance to him upon meeting him.

And with such an intellectually curious apprentice by his side, would it really not attract the perverted attention of that fun-loving Tzeentch?

"This...isn't this right? Do you want to frame me?"

"If you think that I am pretending to surrender, then I am willing to cut off the head of Eredin, the King of the Wild Hunt, as a certificate of surrender. I only ask that you can let me see the true charm of magic!"

Seeing that Rohan seemed to distrust him, Caranthil betrayed his immediate boss without hesitation and prepared to use his head to please his new king.

Although he is also willing to recover the ancient blood and Ciri in order to save Ain El, he is more willing to devote his energy to more interesting magic research.

Looking at this elf who betrayed his king without hesitation, Joffrey, who had learned basic etiquette and integrity, couldn't help but frown, and then whispered to Rohan:

"Master, I think a magician like this who betrays the lord for his own selfish desires is not trustworthy at all. He will definitely betray you in the future. I suggest you kill him!"

After this year of rigorous training, Joffrey was no longer the grumpy but accomplished prince, but transformed into a suspicious but discerning heir to the throne.

In his opinion, the elf who swore allegiance to his master in front of him was just like the nobles who flattered Robert in front of the Iron Throne. They were both untrustworthy.

"I don't know the so-called human boy, don't use your vulgar and short-sighted vision to measure the elves. Your master and I are just doing what we need."

Hearing that this human boy actually spoke ill of himself when he swore allegiance, Caranthil couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, and then said to Rohan:

"You will need me. I can find you various magic books and alchemy manuals that the Ain El clan has collected for many years. They will become your most precious wealth.

There are also various magical beasts and mutant potions from other worlds, which are enough to give you a powerful mutant force under your command, so you can turn the tide of the battle on the critical battlefield!

And I heard that you opened a magic academy to train your own magic power. I don’t think you would refuse an experienced elf mage to be your teacher?”

Caranthir's words stirred Rohan's heartstrings like the noise of Slaanesh, causing Rohan who was about to draw his sword to loosen his fingers and fall into deep thought.

Indeed, although Rohan has always claimed to establish a magical force of his own, his background and number of teachers are completely inferior to the Black Tower of Grond and the White Tower of Saffrey.

Both academies are magic cities with thousands of years of history. It is said that the magic books in Grond alone are enough to fill the cabin of a fortress-level Black Ark.

Under such circumstances, if I had the illusion that I could get a share of the magical pie among the elven forces in the 'Warhammer World', I would no longer be competing with the sun and the moon, but flying directly into the flames!

Thinking of this, Rohan let go of his hand on the hilt of the sword, then squatted down and placed himself at a height where he could look directly at Caranthir and teased:

"Your little trick successfully seduced me. Although your loyalty is indeed doubtful, I believe you are full of desire for knowledge, right?"

"Don't worry, my love of knowledge and adventure is serious!"

"Then I have a task for you as a pledge, which is to get me a mutation potion called 'Demon Hunter', as well as various matching seals and alchemy potions. I wonder if you can do it?

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——King’s Landing, Baelor’s Great Sept

"Fart! Jon Arryn's body was obviously still so strong, why did he suddenly die overnight? There must be some conspiracy in this!"

In the Great Sept of Baelor, King Robert was kneeling in front of Jon Arryn's coffin with a sad face. The hot tears in his eyes and the hoarse voice did not prove that his crying was true.

After all, Old Jon is not only his King's Hand, but also his adoptive father who took the initiative to provoke the "Usurper's War" for him. The relationship between the two parties is as close as that of biological father and son.

Although Old Jon's nagging usually bothered Robert a little, it was only when Old Jon actually passed away that he discovered that the other person was so important in his heart.

Seeing Robert's completely out-of-control rage, Varys, as the intelligence chief, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and finally stepped forward and said:

"Your Majesty the King, although the death of the Prime Minister is indeed full of doubts and mysteries, the Prime Minister's wife led her retainers back to the valley yesterday. I am afraid that even if we want to investigate, it will be impossible to investigate."

"Then tell her to get back here. The Seven Gods are above me. I will skin the culprit with my own hands, and then put his head on the city wall!"

"Brother, Lysa Tully is now the nominal ruler of the valley. You must not act recklessly!"

Hearing that Robert, who was in a state of madness, seemed to have disowned all his relatives, Renly, the only Baratheon left in King's Landing, could only bravely stand up, patted Robert on the back and began to persuade him.

Hearing his brother's call, Robert, who was lying on the coffin and sobbing constantly, finally managed to cheer up, wiped the tears on his face and asked angrily:

"As for Robb, let the Golden Roe Deer search for suspicious people who have entered King's Landing during this period. No suspicious person can be let go!"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty the King, I will arrest all criminals who break into King's Landing and bring them all to justice!"

Robb Stark, the golden-robed commander among the ministers, was looking at Robert with red eyes. As an affectionate man from the north, he seemed to be attracted by the relationship between Robert and Old Jon.

Impressed.

Petyr next to him looked at the sincere tears in Robb's eyes with some disgust, then quietly touched the corners of his eyes with saliva, and then stepped forward and said:

"Your Majesty the King, the fact that the Prime Minister has passed away is now irreversible. The top priority now is to find a new hand of the king and at the same time stabilize the current domestic chaos."

"I will consider it... Wuwuwu, old Jon..."

After a while, Robert slowly left the Great Sept of Baelor with many ministers, leaving only Cersei who was still in the church praying to Old Jon alone.

It's not that she was willing to stay with a corpse, it was mainly because Robert asked his 'legitimate wife' to pray for her adoptive father, so she could only stay under the coercion of him.

However, Cersei soon noticed a familiar golden figure appearing in the corner of the cathedral, and couldn't help but frown and said:

"Go out, now I just want to pray seriously alone."

"What, do you really want to stay alone and guard the grave of this silly old man?"

In the meantime, Jaime Lannister walked out of the corner with a blush on his face, and then stepped forward with some excitement, ready to put Cersei into his arms and said excitedly:

"It's been almost a year. My dearest sister, we haven't seen each other for almost a year. You really miss me!"

During this year, he witnessed with his own eyes that Cersei, who had taken the elf potion, was restored to the youthful beauty of the light of the West, which made him want to stop every night.

If it weren't for the fact that this relationship couldn't be made public, he would have hugged Cersei and danced every night!

Thanks to the elf's potion, how else could I see such a beautiful light of the West again?

"Yes, now you've seen it, so it's time for you to go."

However, Cersei suddenly escaped from Jaime's arms, and then walked expressionlessly outside the Cathedral of Baelor, saying as she walked:

"In the future... don't contact me anymore, I'm afraid Luo Han will misunderstand."

James:?!

(End of chapter)