Chapter 1206 Five Days

Working with a warlord... is a boring thing, this is the consensus of Ulthuan now.

Compared with the passionate and enthusiastic Tyrion before him, Eltharion has almost no emotional changes. The Watcher is like an iceberg, standing between enemies and... friends.

Few people can get used to Eltharion's cold personality, but Tyrion is definitely not one of them.

The two met at the Strait of Lothern, continuing the elves' greeting to their comrades, holding each other's arms.

They have known each other for a long time, and past events have made the experience dramatic. The former warlord obeyed his friend, and the former friend became a warlord, but this did not affect the friendship between the two heroes.

For Tyrion, this is one of the few ways of redemption. Being able to represent Itaen again in the War Council is already a grace from the Phoenix King regardless of Cain's incarnation.

For Eltharion, he will not think too much about some mysterious things, such as Cain's incarnation experience, how Tyrion may change.

Tyrion patted Eltharion's arm, and his handsome face was slightly smiling in the tense atmosphere.

"It's been a long time since we last met... This seems redundant. After this battle, we should have a good reunion."

The reunion of elves is often very long. Their long lifespan makes their concept of emotions different from that of short-lived ghosts. For loved ones, being apart for a minute feels like torture, but for friends, meeting once every few decades and then enjoying several months together is the norm.

Obviously, Eltharion did not dare to make a promise to this request. He was the Prince of Yvresse and the Lord of War, and the Phoenix King returned to Caledor. He was the busiest person in the whole of Ulthuan.

Eltharion smiled, although the smile was only a slight rise at the corner of his mouth: "I'm sorry, if I continue to stay in Lothern, Annabelle may go to Caledor in person to ask what exactly caused her husband to..."

Tyrion looked understanding and teasing, motioning Eltharion to stop quickly: "What a boring life... You should consider getting married after fully enjoying your youth... Instead of reporting to your wife when you get together with friends like now."

"I enjoy this kind of life... except that I envy Imrik a little."

Tyrion was speechless. Is it possible that after getting married, the expectations for children are so high.

"His situation... That's it, let's talk about business." Tyrion cleared his throat and explained the situation of the ratmen on behalf of Itain: "The ratmen's submarine, during the Lustria Snake Rat Crusade two hundred years ago, we captured relevant information, Skerir..."

Tyrion frowned, and suddenly realized that it seemed that the pronunciation was not accurate. Many of the names of the ratmen were transliterations of the Imperial language.

As for Tyrion's level of Imperial language, he could only say that the old farmers in Bretonnia next door were better than him.

"Skury." Eltharion corrected a little and motioned Tyrion to continue.

"The Skryre clan, their technology is advancing very fast. I suspect that they may have stolen some of the technology of the dwarves and... some organizations. The latest submarine discovered has exceeded the detection range of magic and can dive at least 500 meters into the deep sea."

"Five hundred meters? Unbelievable." Eltharion shook his head, fully proving the horror of this diving depth. At such a deep seabed, normal detection methods are almost ineffective, and magic can only vaguely perceive some edge traces.

It should be noted that the ocean in the mortal world is not safer than the land. All kinds of beasts hidden in the seabed and the endless flow of magic wind can easily plunder the lives of intruders.

"Our only means of response is Caledor... tamed sea dragons." Tyrion didn't say it clearly, but at least it was more tactful than Imrik's words.

After Minathnir expelled the sea dragons from the dragon clan, some of the original fears quickly disappeared, and raising sea dragons became a skill to prove bravery... provided that one did not show off in the dragon court.

"And the Abyss Sirens of Druzy."

Issarion's supplement made Tyrion look sideways for a moment.

"Do you think Druzy can be trusted? If a trainer takes advantage of the turmoil and puts the Abyss Sirens into the inner circle, at least one village will be razed to the ground."

Tyrion never trusted Druzy at all. He was a staunch anti-Dru in the royal court. Only in this matter did he insist on the idea of ​​the past incarnation of Cain, using the blood of Druzy to commemorate thousands of years of grievances.

A bizarre thing is that he rejected Cain, but he had the shadow of Cain in his treatment of Druzy, and the god that Druzy once believed in was the Bloody Hand God that he rejected.

Issarion did not respond immediately, but stroked the soft feathers of Stormwing and pondered for a while.

"I won't consider the credibility issue. This is the Phoenix King's duty. What the Warlord has to do is how to win..."

"You are really... a suitable combination." Tyrion didn't know what to say for a moment. In the past history, the Phoenix King has always had a very close relationship with the Warlord. It may be flattery or it may be a relationship of interest. Both parties will declare mutual respect on various occasions.

Only the eleventh Phoenix King, after leaving the War Council to Eltharion, rarely had a record of appearing together with the Warlord.

Eltharion did not respond. His power in the War Council seemed to be less than that of the usual Warlord. After all, he could not mobilize the military forces of Caledor.

But the facts proved that what Imrik gave him was far more than he imagined.

Just the several legions that obeyed the king's court and the troops stationed around the world were all forces under the command of the Warlord...

"Let's solve all this first, and then consider what's appropriate... If things go well, I will let Annabelle come to Lothern. I believe we can have a pleasant vacation."

Tyrian licked his lips and seemed a little excited.

But he was not interested in Isharion's wife, but in fighting. Only fighting could dilute his abnormally cold mind. The power of Asuryan was always surging in the body of the blood of Aenarion. Things that could cause excitement in the past would disappear quickly after a moment.

Only fighting and killing could make him find some... feeling of being alive.

The coast of the Island of Death was gradually blocked by the garrisons that entered one after another. Even with the support of the Grand Mage Council of the White Tower of Hoth, the soldiers were spared from the scouring of the majestic magic wind, but this forbidden land was still not a place where ordinary people could stay.

Five days... This was Isharion's judgment. The garrison candidates must be replaced every five days, otherwise the soldiers' minds may be influenced by the Chaos Gods and become traitors who are despised by people.

But five days... Is it enough?

Eltharion did not want to think about the other part of the problem. His only responsibility was to drive the ratmen out of Ulthuan. (End of this chapter)