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And she was preparing to ambush the other party.

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Author's Note: It's time to pull out this screenshot again. Karak Norn is Fort Desolate.

Chapter 312: Mixed Exercises (Part 1)

The high elven armies from multiple kingdoms marched across the lands of the Principality of Quinaris.

As the race that is probably the best and most enthusiastic about diplomacy in the world, the High Elves have colonies and trading partners all over the known world. Asur diplomats, who are good at this, travel through the power centers of various countries and conduct diplomatic activities with any civilized race that can communicate with them in a calm and elegant manner.

The people of Ulthuan are so skilled in diplomacy that they were not only the first non-Far Eastern power to establish trade with Cathay, but were also the only foreigners allowed into the Celestial Empire's interior. A shrewd and intelligent race (except for the Caledonians), the High Elves know how to use softer means to achieve their goals.

Despite the urgency of the situation, the diplomats sent by the Everqueen still completed the negotiations with the Coronni Court and several eastern principalities of Bretonnia within the stipulated time. They not only persuaded the Bretonnians to allow their troops to set foot on their land, but also made the Bretonnians agree to provide supplies for the high elves passing through their territory.

The courtesy of the Asur diplomats left a good impression on the Bretonnian nobles. As for how the elves really viewed these wild monkeys, that was not important. In this world, it was common for foreign troops to suddenly and fully armedly break into other people's homes without permission or even notification. Even dwarves often crossed the border into the Empire when chasing greenskins. The high elves, who would ask for your opinion beforehand, were already civilized among civilized people.

Of course, judging from what An Jiyue had seen and heard in the old world, it was more likely that the "locals" had different standards for defining territory than the travelers. They often only considered the main gathering place plus a small area nearby as their territory in the strict sense, and the sovereignty of the land they could not effectively control was quite vague.

In any case, the High Elves managed to convince the current ruler of Brione, Duke Theodoric, to allow the High Elves to use the port of Brione and sell supplies at a fair price. With ready-made docks and stevedores available, the High Elf Royal Navy quickly unloaded the army from the warships, although the proud Asur generally resented the idea of ​​ragged Bretonnian laborers touching their goods with their dirty hands.

Out of the least diplomatic courtesy, even though she was extremely anxious, Alarielle still accepted Duke Theodoric's invitation and attended the welcome banquet held by the latter. The Duke also invited the de facto commander of the Asur expeditionary force, Prince Tyrion, the "Guardian of Ulthuan", but the latter did not accept the Duke's invitation.

This was not because Tyrion was deliberately giving the Bretonnians a cold shoulder. In fact, as soon as the outspoken prince got off the ship, he took a team of Arion raiders and went ahead to scout the way for the main force of the expedition.

By the time Alarielle had finally completed the troublesome but necessary diplomacy, Tyrion had made it all the way to Quenelles, and it was only when the Everqueen herself summoned him that the prince left the work of opening a path forward to others and returned to his queen.

The high elves moved very quickly. Although the map showed that the Fortress of Desolation was closer to the Oak of Ages, the dwarves could not move immediately due to supply problems. They could not start their march until the Parawon people delivered the food. An Jiyue and Thorgrim discussed this matter and concluded that the high elves were likely to reach the Oak of Ages before the dwarves. Both the High King and the Council of Ancestors believed that now was definitely not a good time to start a war with Osuan.

The special status of the Everqueen meant that once she arrived at the Oak of Ages, the dwarves would either choose to re-engraving the event and have a War of Revenge (A-Duan's name for the War of the Longbeard) 2.0, or they would have to hold their noses and swallow their anger. Thorgrim, nicknamed "The Grudge Bearer", didn't want to choose either option. In response to this, An Jiyue thought about it and gave her solution.

"I will deal with the high elves," the governor told the High King. "I will try to hold these pointy ears back."

While the Parravons' transport convoy was still marching in the valley on the southern foot of the Grey Mountains and the main force of the High Elf expeditionary force had just left the Principality of Brione and set foot on the land of the Principality of Quinalis, An Jiuyue led Jin Zhishi to Mount Oka in the southeast of Bretonnia, a mountain range home to countless greenskins and other monsters.

The girl randomly picked an orc tribe that looked decent in size. She first killed all the shamans with decent mana in the tribe, and then created an illusion to deceive the warlord of the tribe, making him believe that he had received an oracle from Gogo, or of course, it could be Maogo. In the "oracle", Gogo (or Maogo) revealed to the warlord a grand melee, and the warlord and his boys would have a hearty fight with the pointed ears who came from afar.

After doing this, An Jiyue left without looking at the result, and rushed to another nearby orc tribe and repeated the above steps. Relying on the speed of [Flying on the Clouds and Driving the Mist], the Jiedushi ran through seven greenskin tribes in two days, one of which was the Iron Orcs unique to Mount Oka, a special orc subspecies whose skin and iron armor grew together.

Considering that the chaotic nature of the greenskins may bring unpredictable consequences, An Jiyue not only fooled the orcs but also prepared a backup plan just in case: after completing the layout of Mount Oka, she flew to the vicinity of Quinalis City in advance and waited. If the orcs did not act as she planned - the probability of this happening was not small - she would attack the venue when the Everqueen met with the ruler of the Principality of Quinalis, the famous Holy Grail Knight Duke Tancred.

The governor prepared a poisoned dagger, the poison on it was prepared by her personally, not fatal, but enough to make the poisoned person unconscious for at least a week. If the worst happened and the greenskins did not come or went to the wrong place, she would use this dagger to scratch Alarielle, and use this method to forcibly delay the high elf expedition.

If she had a choice, An Jiyue would not do this. She did not like to hurt a truly good person. But if it really came to that, the girl felt that she could still be so cruel.

In addition to the above two plans, An Jiyue, who had been repeatedly tormented by various accidents since she crossed over, also prepared a backup plan for the backup plan: she asked Aiwen to open the system unit deployment permissions of the Paraon anchor point to her, and at the same time, Knight Ji also issued a secret order to the inner ring. Then, Paraon City suddenly announced a curfew. After nightfall, teams of fully armed knights took to the streets to ensure that no unrelated people could see what was going to happen next.

Under the silent gaze of the inner circle members, teams of heavily armored tiger warriors appeared out of thin air in the city of Paraon. There was no verbal communication between the two sides, and after only a few glances, the gates of Paraon slowly opened, and these alien warriors walked out of the city and quickly disappeared into the night.

Under the guidance of the forest scouts, this specially recruited system troops plunged into the dense forests southeast of Paraon and quickly passed through the war-torn Aeseloron. They traveled day and night and finally arrived at their destination within the specified time.

For An Jiyue, the good news was that Plan B was no longer needed. Not only did the greenskins from Mount Oka come, but they were also coming in an absurdly large scale. The bad news was that the girl's previous deception might have been a little too successful. A WAAAGH!! happened without any warning. Almost the entire greenskin tribe of Mount Oka was rushing here shouting and screaming.

Duke Tancred rushed to the battle and had no time to mobilize his vassals. He could only defend the castle with a few troops under his direct command. Fortunately, the greenskins were not interested in these canned shrimps for the time being. After several tentative attacks were repelled, some greenskins, mainly goblins, were left to continue besieging the castle, while the orcs all rushed to the pointy ears.

The Arion Reavers, who were responsible for clearing the way and covering the wings of the army of Ulthuan, soon noticed the approach of the greenskins. They defeated several wolf riders in succession, but no matter how many grinning goblins they killed, more wolf riders would be sent to the battlefield, overwhelming the quality advantage of the high elves with their absolute numerical advantage.

After receiving the report, Tyrion believed that it was suicidal to fight so many greenskins on a flat and open terrain. The expeditionary force must speed up its action, seize favorable terrain and complete the defensive deployment before the greenskins arrive. The prince's opinion was unanimously agreed by other high elf officers. The situation in Athel Loren was extremely urgent, so they set out in a hurry without having time to gather many troops. Now they have very limited troops on hand.

Due to the good diplomatic work done before, the Quenaris people are willing to provide assistance to the high elves. After personally surveying the terrain on Malhandel, Tyrion chose a Bretonnian castle as the battlefield to fight the greenskins. The high elves and the local Bretonnians who cooperated in the battle would line up with their backs to the knight's castle.

The high elves moved quickly. An Jiyue had just led the tiger troops to ambush near the battlefield when the high elves' marching column appeared in the girl's field of vision. After another day, the greenskins also came.

There was no confrontation at all. After seeing the pointy-ears' position, the greenskins immediately rushed forward with their entire army.

Chapter 313: The Great Mixed Exercise (Part 2)

The battle took place around the castle of a Bretonnian baron.

He should be a baron. An Jiyue didn't really care who this guy was. From the outside, this was a typical early medieval stone castle. It was located on top of a hill. Except for the gentle slope on the south, the other three sides were half-exposed rocky mountains and mosses. Even the beastmen who were born good at climbing couldn't climb up the steep terrain...except for the monkeymen and the spider cavalry of the forest goblins.

Walking down the gentle slope south of the castle, there is a small town with only a simple fence at the foot of the hill. This kind of settlement developed based on the lord's castle is very common in Bretonnia. The residents are mainly craftsmen, handicraftsmen, vendors, and people engaged in the service industry. Compared with the towns in the empire, the towns in Bretonnia are usually smaller and lack defensive facilities. When faced with the threat of foreign enemies, the only thing the residents of the town can do is to seek refuge from the local lord.

When the high elf expeditionary force arrived here, the old, weak, women and children had already retreated to the Baron's castle, filling the ancient building. Conscripts armed with a variety of weapons were deploying defenses in the town - and making a little money by the way. Under the elves' watchful eyes, groups of Bretonnian soldiers pried open the front doors of empty houses and went in to loot anything they thought was valuable: old stew pots, chipped wooden bowls, crippled chairs, and even broken glass picked up from the church could cause a rush of looting.

Tyrion couldn't stand it anymore and sent people to stop this behavior, but the Bretonnian soldiers didn't make any confrontational moves. To be exact, these Bretonnians showed a fearful and unusually obedient attitude when facing the gorgeously armored elven warriors: the high elves even inlaid gems on the armor of the militia as decoration, their expensive clothes, sophisticated weapons and arrogant demeanor made many Bretonnians mistakenly think that they were facing a group of pointy-eared nobles.

Some time later, the local lords hurried over and had a brief meeting with Tyrion. The outspoken prince asked the Bretonnians to focus on defending their castle. There were reports of spider cavalry in the incoming green tide. The castle's location was no match for these monsters who could move freely on the cliffs.

The baron was not happy about this, as he thought these arrogant pointed ears were questioning the spirit of chivalry and the bravery of the Bretonnian knights. Tyrion's solution to this was simple: he invited the baron to compete with him.

The result of the contest was naturally not in doubt, whether it was foot combat or lance duel, the baron was completely defeated. The baron, convinced of his defeat, agreed to obey Tyrion's unified command, as long as the prince's orders did not violate the spirit of chivalry.

After resolving the minor dispute over command, Tyrion hurried to complete the defensive deployment. In view of the poor combat quality and poor equipment level of the Bretonnian infantry, the prince asked all the old farmers hastily summoned by the baron to go to defend the castle; the twenty or so knights led by the baron and a team of mounted attendants, together with the high elf cavalry, stood by in the town at the foot of the mountain, ready to launch a counterattack at any time.

Tyrion did not place the cavalry on the periphery, but instead had them stay in the center of the battle line. The Arion raiders had suffered heavy losses in the previous outpost battle, and the number of goblin wolf cavalry was simply too large. In addition, these agile riders from the Arion Kingdom also confirmed that there were a large number of war pig boys in the greenskin army.

The main part of the expeditionary force came from Avalon and Cosqui, neither of which was known for its cavalry. In view of the greenskins' cavalry advantage, Tyrion's strategy was to shrink the front as much as possible and put the cavalry in the interior to respond flexibly. As for the infantry, they lined up with their backs against the log fence of the town at the foot of the mountain. The town was small, with a permanent population of only five or six hundred people, which allowed the high elves to arrange a dense circular defense line, with each regiment's position close to friendly forces.

The main force of this defense was formed by the spearmen of the Outer Kingdom of Coth'qui. Compared to the inhabitants of other kingdoms of Ulthuan, the Coth'qui are generally considered to be rude and lacking in manners, of course, this is relative to other high elves. However, the Coth'qui, who are blown by the sea, are excellent seafarers and tough warriors. The Tyrion brothers are Coth'qui, which may explain the un-Asur character of Tyrion.

When the horns of the Arion Reavers sounded on the horizon, the high elves, who had recovered a lot after a night's rest, immediately took action and rushed to their own positions according to the defense zones designated by Tyrion. When the last few Arion Reavers rode into the town, a louder and noisier horn sounded throughout the battlefield.

The greenskins are coming.

The first to attack were the Goblin Wolf Cavalry. These little greenskins were unwillingly driven by the orcs to rush towards the high elves' positions, and behind them were the orc infantry who pressed forward in a loose formation. When the greenskin vanguard crossed a certain boundary, a rain of arrows soared into the air, and the white tail feathers swept through the air, almost melting into the sunlight.

After a round of arrow rain, the wolf riders, who already lacked fighting spirit, immediately ran back with strange cries, and this cowardly behavior immediately made the orcs laugh. From the newly grown orc boys to the battle-hardened orc big guys, these muscled killer mushrooms roared and rushed towards the immovable high-elf army formation.

They charged into the rain of arrows, and no matter how many of their kind fell on the way, the gaps in the formation would be quickly filled by the surging green tide. Realizing that conventional means alone could not effectively weaken the enemy, the elven wizards in the expeditionary force began to chant spells, casting a variety of spells to strengthen friendly forces or weaken the enemy, and some simply cast a powerful spell at the green tide.

While casting spells, the elven mages were ready to counter the greenskin spellcasting units. But what puzzled them was that there seemed to be very few shamans in this huge greenskin army in front of them?

After suffering a certain amount of casualties, the orcs ran headfirst into the shield wall of the high elves. Sharp spears were constantly thrust out and retracted from the gaps in the shields, and each strike could cause a green beast to fall down. Corpses gradually accumulated in front of the shield wall, and amid the roar of "WAAAGH!!", the entire defense line of the expeditionary force was under heavy pressure.

At first, the greenskins' attack seemed to be ineffective except for causing casualties. With the support of the elven wizard's spells, the spearmen firmly supported the defense line. Occasionally, a few positions were broken by the reckless charge of the war pig boys, and the reserve corps would immediately fill the gap and drive back the greenskins who had penetrated the defense line.

The stupid trolls drooled, waved their clubs and stepped over their friendly troops without a care, but the elven wizards who were well prepared immediately attached supernatural flames to the archers' weapons. The flying hot arrows formed a dense trajectory, burning these creatures with fat under their skin into torches; several giants and Arachnari giant spiders staggered towards the high elves' defense line, but they were hit one by one by the precise shooting of the Eagle Claw crossbow on the way.

It was not until the goblins, under the whip of the orc overseers, pushed up the heavy weapons that the real test came to the high elves. Although the goblin spear throwers and goblin catapults were inaccurate and extremely unreliable, the greenskins made up for their lack of performance with quantity. Spear-like arrows and local stones were thrown out indiscriminately, hitting the high elves' positions, and a considerable number of attacks fell on the attacking greenskins... Fortunately, the greenskins never care about such trivial matters.

Most of the attacks of the greenskin artillery either missed or were worse than missed, and the few attacks that were successful immediately put the high elves under great pressure: the greenskin war machines had countless defects and flaws, but their power was impeccable. The crudely made spears could penetrate the entire phalanx of spearmen like a string of candied haws, and the rocks that fell from the sky rolled and smashed through several rows of soldiers, and the broken stones smashed the high elves' heads like shotguns, causing them to bleed.

Seeing that the attack was effective, the greenskin artillery worked even harder. The crudely made war machines would break down from time to time under the rough operation of the greenskins, and even fall apart on the spot. More friendly troops were killed by the greenskin artillery than enemies. However, the greenskins could not care about such insignificant losses, but the high elves could not bear the consequences of being bombarded by heavy firepower.

In the sky, the sun's brilliance was suddenly overshadowed by something even more dazzling. A meteorite burning with blue-white flames fell from the sky and slammed heavily into the center of the greenskin artillery position. In an instant, the flash and loud noise drowned out all the noise on the battlefield, and even the greenskins who were shouting and fighting fiercely were briefly quiet for a while.

When the smoke cleared, there were no greenskin artillery left on the battlefield. The rhythm of the battle returned to the familiar state of the high elves. Although WAAAGH! ! continued, the morale of the orcs remained high.

The orcs were satisfied with the situation. Although their offensives were repeatedly frustrated, they did enjoy a hearty melee. The orc warlord who successfully won the short and bloody competition and was able to lead this WAAAGH! ! was also satisfied because Tyrion himself appeared on the battlefield as the battle progressed.

The warlord stared at the giant bean sprout who was so good at fighting that he could kill the orc boss as easily as squeezing a snot monster. He realized that this was the bean sprout warlord mentioned in the oracle of Brother Go (or maybe Brother Mao), and he was also the most powerful bean sprout in the world, no one else.

The warlord was a little agitated, but he didn't rush forward. The orcs who had just emerged from the mushrooms were basically reckless men who only knew how to use brute force, but an orc who could become a warlord must be cunning enough. He thought about it for a while. This was an extremely unusual behavior for an orc. Then, the warlord waved his hand and issued a new order.

The Greenskin Army sent in its last and strongest reserve, a huge group of Iron Orcs. These special orc subspecies had been waiting since the beginning of the battle and were already impatient. After getting the permission from the warlord, they immediately cheered and rushed to the front line.

At first, the high elves did not realize that there was anything special about these orcs. They treated these new orcs with strange colors like other greenskins, but found that both arrows and spears could only scratch these new orcs in vain, leaving sparks.

The Iron Orcs gave the Asur a head start as soon as they appeared. Their iron skin made them not afraid of the slashing and stabbing of ordinary weapons. Taking advantage of this, the Iron Orcs ignored the attacks of the High Elves and rushed forward, carving a breach in the shield wall and expanding it. More greenskins poured in through this gap, and the entire defense line of the High Elves began to waver.

The cavalry troops that had been waiting in the town knew that it was their turn to go into battle. The Silver Helmets and Bretonnian Knights charged side by side. The lances were one of the few conventional weapons in the hands of the expeditionary army that were effective against the Iron Orcs. Their fierce counterattacks temporarily stagnated the Iron Orcs' offensive momentum. Unfortunately, there were too many orcs. The knights who lost their speed and were dragged into hand-to-hand combat were pulled off their horses one after another, and the bright reflections of their armor were quickly submerged in the surging green tide.

Tyrion was extremely anxious. The sisters of Avalon had already joined the battle, and the prince saw his beloved figure appear at the forefront of the battle from the corner of his eye. He wanted to rush over immediately, rush to the side of his beloved woman, and protect her from any harm - just like he had done two hundred years ago. However, as the most trusted general of the Phoenix King, the responsibility on his shoulders prompted him to suppress this impulse and make another choice.

"Follow me!" the prince called out to the few silver-helmeted knights. He noticed that the Everqueen was looking over at him and nodded at him.

The remaining cavalry managed to break away from the battle line and gathered together. With Tyrion as the spearhead of the attack, they rushed towards the orc warlord who had appeared not far away at some point in time.

To defeat an army of greenskins, sometimes it is enough to just defeat one individual.

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Chapter 314: The Big Mix (Part 2)

Through the magical vision of the [Xuan Guang Mirror] that looked down from the upper left, An Jiuyue had a clear view of the entire battlefield.

The Jiedushi had not expected that delaying the High Elf Expeditionary Force would turn out like this. For this battle, she specially recruited 3,000 tiger warriors, plus a number of war beasts. If both Plan A and Plan B failed, she would implement Plan C: when the High Elves were about to enter Athel Loren, she would ambush the White Bean Sprouts at the edge of the forest.

As a subspecies of beastmen unique to the Far East, ambushes and counter-ambushes are innate talents for the Khajiit. These furry, bipedal cats have strong physiques and excellent fighting skills that are no less than Chaos Warriors. They are as familiar with forest combat as the Wood Elves, and are particularly good at concealment and stealth.

In the military system of An's Zhendan, in addition to the regular soldiers composed of the native people, there are also various types of vassal soldiers. The latter include both human races and non-human races that have surrendered to the Celestial Empire. They often have extremely outstanding expertise in a certain field, and therefore become an excellent auxiliary force for the regular soldiers. For example, the tiger people are the professional jungle warfare troops of An's Zhendan. Their equipment, tactics, and training are all highly specialized, which maximizes the racial advantages of the tiger people. Of course, even if they are fighting in formation on open terrain, the tiger people are still a first-class force.

An Jiyue recruited these tigers just in case, but the situation went completely wrong: Plan A, which was originally just a try, was successful, and perhaps a little too successful. The greenskins of Mount Oka gathered into a huge army, sweeping in from the north, forcing the high elves to choose to fight in this place which was already very close to Athel Loren.

The current situation is that although Tyrion has chosen the most correct countermeasures and made appropriate deployments, the greenskins have an absolute advantage in hard power. In this battle, each Asur warrior needs to face at least ten orcs, a number of goblins, and various war beasts raised by the greenskins. War is never fair, and numbers are the greatest violence.

The High Elves' defenses were already under tremendous pressure, and the unique Iron Orcs of Mount Orca gave them a big "surprise". Even the Dwarves, who were known for their rock-hard defense, had a hard time facing orcs five times their number in a field battle, let alone more. After several hours of fierce fighting, the situation had developed to the point where even the Everqueen Alarielle herself had to lead the Sisters of Avalon to the front line.

An Jiyue's goal had been achieved. Even if Tyrion killed the orc warlord in the next second, the high elves' expeditionary force had already suffered heavy losses and had lost the ability to continue their advance. Even if Tyrion and Alarielle insisted on going to support their cousins ​​under such circumstances, it would only be Plan C.

After receiving the food urgently sent by the Paraon people, the dwarves did not wait even a minute. The mighty revenge army immediately set out from the Desolate Castle and headed straight for the Oak of Ages. This was destined to be a battle without any suspense, and no miracles would happen. The dwarves not only had an absolute advantage in terms of manpower, but also in intelligence: Morgan had already packed up the remaining army of the Wood Elves, including the composition of the troops, equipment configuration, supply inventory, and a brief introduction of the commander, and sent them to An Jiyue, who then handed them over to Thorgrim, who personally led the revenge army.

If it weren't for the fact that the dwarves didn't trust "Asrai" at all, Morgan would have even thought of sending a ranger to lead the dwarf queen in exchange for the Mountain Kingdom and the Crucified Wood King's Court to sign a non-aggression treaty and trade agreement...

According to the marching route that An Jiyue helped to draw up, after the vengeful army left the Grey Mountains, they would enter the Pine Cliffs in the Twelve Realms of Athel Loren. There was nothing much to say about this forest. The local Asrai had all withdrawn, and there were only a few forest spirits left. The fire set by the beastmen during the Morgul invasion had burned the place beyond recognition. The dwarves would not encounter any decent resistance at the Pine Cliffs. The only trouble was the Bird Bridge (Note 1).

A bridge is a rarity in Athel Loren, a land that has always been simple and natural. This bridge spans the Upper Grismeri River. It is a conspicuous building and a famous landmark in Athel Loren. No matter how Ariel and Orion reduce their forces, they will not abandon this key point. The Wood Elves will certainly set up defenses here, and they will also take the initiative to destroy the Bird Bridge if things get out of hand, slowing down the Dwarfs' advance.

While the high elves were busy dealing with the greenskins, the dwarves and the Cathay Air Force organized a joint operation. Four Grasshopper-class transport boats, escorted by two Kingfisher-class frigates and the Eagle Guard, attacked the Bird Bridge unexpectedly.

The four transport boats were loaded with carefully selected dwarven warriors. Even the Eternal Guard, the direct guard of the High King, had to pass an adaptability test before they were eligible to join the commando. Before setting off, all the dwarves solemnly swore that they would definitely seize this vital bridge for themselves, and they did it.

From Thorgrim's perspective, he knew he had to race against time to complete this revenge, and any situation that might slow down the pace of action was unacceptable. It was not that the Supreme King did not trust An Jiyue, but as a military commander, he had to be prepared for the worst. If the Bird Bridge was destroyed, it would be easy for the soldiers to make some rafts temporarily, but it would be troublesome for heavy equipment and flatbed carts loaded with supplies to cross the river.

Fortunately, the commandos completed their mission with the firepower support of the Aurora Air Force and captured the bridge before Asrai destroyed it. Although the commandos failed to prevent some of the defenders from escaping to report the news, and the heavily armored dwarves could not catch up with the lightly armed wood elves, Thorgrim still praised their performance in public.

While the high elves were fighting the greenskins, the vanguard of the dwarves had crossed the bridge and were advancing towards the Oak of Ages. The two demigods who ruled the Woodland Kingdom had received the bad news that the Bird Bridge had been lost, and also received the good news that the reinforcements of the high elves had arrived in Quinaris.

The cousins ​​of Ulthuan became the last straw for the Asrai. They organized multi-level obstructions, desperately trying to delay the dwarves' advance, while preparing to defend the Oak of Ages until reinforcements arrived. Due to the lag in information, the Wood Elves did not know that the High Elves were blocked by the Greenskins.

An Jiyue was not worried about Thorgrim. If the High King could still lose in this situation, then the dwarves would not deserve to live in this world. The girl was considering another thing at this time: Should she end up like this?

Since crossing over, An Jiyue has been dealing with the dwarves, and she pulled Ah Duan out of the desperate situation of the sustainable pill. The reason why she is so focused on the dwarves is that the starting location is near the Eternal Peak, but also because she really can't find a suitable entry point to intervene in the situation in Ulthuan.

The elven civil war is inevitable. As long as Asuryan, the idiot, still chooses Spicy Chicken as his chosen one, the elves are destined to bleed dry in a tragic civil war, destroy all the high-level troops, and bury all the racial heritage. In the end, they can only fight the decisive battle of Middenheim with a group of first-level soldiers... If the Lord of Annihilation (Note 3) is still there, how could a scumbag like Spicy Chicken kneel to Ironhide? !

Now, it seems that there is an opportunity to change all this before the girl.

Tyrion, descendant of Morion, eldest son of the first Phoenix King Aenarion, good nephew of the Witch King Malekith, elder brother of the chosen twins, high elf dragon Aotian, the most powerful warrior of the Asur clan in the contemporary era and no one else - in addition to this, in the large official OOC scene End of Time, Tyrion was also revealed to be the chosen one of "Blood Hand" Cain, the man destined to pull out Cain's sword... At this moment, such a key figure is right under An Jiyue's nose.

The girl began to think about a question very seriously: Should she kill Tyrion?

With the cooperation of the orc warlords to a certain extent, Tyrion was leading his few subordinates and charging towards the greenskin leader with an extremely amazing size and smell. Malhandel was galloping on the land, and every time the master on his back swung the Yangyan Sword, rows of orcs would be confused... Wherever the dragon of Kosqui went, the green tide retreated.

The prince soon approached his target. The orc warlord riding a huge wild boar roared with joy, took the initiative to meet the stern-faced Tyrion, and signaled his men to deal with the other elves.

The essential duel between the main generals in various Warhammer-related stories took place here. According to the duel rules that came from nowhere but were followed by all races in the Warhammer series, the elves and orcs jumped off their mounts and started the duel on foot.

Whether moving or swinging the sword, Tyrion's movements are incredibly fast. In terms of martial arts alone, the prince is hard to beat in this world. As for the Orc Warlord, he has an absolute advantage in brute force and ability to withstand blows. He can be hit many times by the Sunfire Sword without being fatal, but as an elf, Tyrion will surely die if he is hit hard by the Orc Warlord's attack once.

The Sun Sword kept hitting the orc warlord in the duel, the blade cutting through the rough armor, leaving charred scratches on the dark green leathery skin, and every counterattack of the orc warlord was dodged by Tyrion with agility, or was deflected by the Sun Sword with exquisite skills. At first glance, the prince seemed to have the upper hand, but An Jiyue knew that Tyrion was actually entangled. The warlord had a lot of wounds, but for an orc of this level, it didn't hurt at all.

The prince was unable to land a decisive blow, and his people were falling every moment. If that were all, Tyrion, who had experienced many battles, would have been able to keep his composure, but Alarielle was here too...

Another clash between the blade and the axe, Tyrion made a small mistake in his blocking action. The orc warlord did not miss this opportunity. This green monster, which was more than one circle larger than the tall Tyrion, roared and put all his strength into it, and slashed the Sun Sword away with a fierce blow.

The orc warlord thought the victory was decided. He grinned, raised his great axe and prepared to deal the final blow to the enemy. At this moment, Tyrion did not retreat but rushed forward, crashing into the arms of the orc warlord, just avoiding the attack range of the great axe, and at the same time hit the orc warlord's throat with a punch.

The elves were not a race known for brute force, but they were just not known for their strength. A race that could draw a longbow would not be a weakling who would massage others like a massage. The throat of the orc warlord was smashed in, and his spine made a crisp sound, but it was not broken. This level of injury was far from killing an orc warlord, so Tyrion immediately pulled away after a successful strike, avoiding the orc warlord's subconscious grab.

The orc warlord felt dizzy after being hit in the throat. When his vision was refocused, Tyrion had taken back the Sunfire Sword and stood in front of the orc warlord. Then, the Sunfire Sword was smoothly handed out, and the bloody tip of the sword emerged from the back of the orc warlord's head. When the prince pulled back the sword, the greenskin army, which had the upper hand just a moment ago and was about to crush all the bean sprouts, collapsed very simply.

An Jiyue, who remained invisible, came to a place less than 20 meters away from Tyrion at this moment.

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Note 1: The-Bridge-of-Birds, a bridge connecting the pine cliffs and the eternal woods.

Note 2: Upper-Grismerie, a river rising in the Grey Mountains, and one of the two major rivers in Athel Loren (the other being the Bryenne).

Note 3: A Dark Elves ace unit, directly under Jisi himself. The Lord of Annihilation has a total of members, all of whom are senior officers of the Black Guard, and all ride black dragons.

Chapter 315: Green Knight (Part 1)

An Jiyue was thinking, judging, and weighing.