Chapter 1344 The Troublesome Elf Girls

"How long will it take?"

"There are still two days before the Phoenix King says it will sink completely..."

Kurt's words made Carl suffocate. If he had been given a little more time to prepare, to prepare more ammunition, to summon more combat priests, and more...

The runes on the surface of the Dragon Tooth Sword have lost their luster. The weapon forged by the Mad Blacksmith has not broken through that barrier after all, and cannot bear the weight of an empire.

After a long period of fighting, it must be maintained before it can return to the state of cutting iron like mud.

Gail Maraz... Carl is so eager to hold the artifact at this moment.

"Where is the Warlord Eltharion?"

"He is still fighting with the Big Belly King. His strength and courage make us feel in awe." Kurt felt the determination of the elven warriors for the first time from the bottom of his heart. When the Big Belly King appeared, the Watcher declared the ownership of the Gulu Head in an almost arbitrary way.

The goblin warlord could chop the Reik's guard into human sticks with one axe, and dozens of lives would be lost in a few swings, but Eltharion still fought with Stormwing despite the strange power of the greenskins.

And judging from the situation, it seems that he is not far away from beheading the greenskin warlord...

Karl nodded, not denying the marshal's praise for the elves.

"The Empire needs to have a deeper understanding of the elves. We used to focus all our attention on Caledor, but we didn't expect that the warriors of other kingdoms are no less inferior."

"Your Majesty, we have contacted the Dreadnought! A group of Hammer Warriors are escorting women and children to break through!"

The joyful call of the Reik's guard lifted Karl's spirits. He clenched the Dragonfang Sword, as if he felt the dawn of victory.

"Let the artillery of the Pious Legion pay attention to the movements of the Dreadnought Dwarves, and don't accidentally hurt our ancient allies... Rick Guards are ready to engage in battle again!"

"Yes!"

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"What should I call you, Fly Eater?"

Sitting on the cold stone, after watching the live battlefield for a day, Atila inevitably wanted to find someone to talk to.

Although the guy next to her was not a human, nor an elf or a dragon, she was already somewhat accustomed to having a bunch of strange "pets" at home.

The terrible lizard spoke calmly. His huge body should have spoken with a thunderous roar, but at this moment, it was as weak as an ordinary person.

"This is an inside joke... The ruthless passage of time has made me forget my original name, and many memories have gone with the endless waves of the Hall of Illusions.

When I woke up, time calmed down and fell into a moment of silence. A tear like rain slowly dissolved on my head, and Lustria was peaceful..."

Atila's mouth raised. I didn't expect that this lizard had a bit of literary flavor and knew how to use rhetoric to describe the process of awakening, instead of just saying that your cerebellum is underdeveloped and can't understand it like Slan.

"Which ancient saint did you receive? I heard from Imrik that you seem to live at the dawn of creation... But the elves have never had a definite guess about the time period of the dawn of creation, and Minasnir seems unwilling to tell this history."

"Of course he doesn't want to, this involves a lot of... things that hot-blooded people shouldn't know."

"Then how did Imrik know?"

The venerable remained silent. An ancient saint taught him that if there is a question that is difficult to answer, then change the subject. If it is really difficult to change, then don't answer.

"Your husband may have known it through Asuryan. It's not surprising that he is an ancient god and knows the dawn of creation."

"But he seems to have known about the dawn of creation before he became the Phoenix King."

"It may also be through the revelation of Caledor Dragon Tamer. No one knows how profound the wisdom of this most powerful elven wizard in history is."

"But..."

"Look, the dwarves are coming out."

The venerable pointed forward, reminding the hot-blooded women who were looking for fun because of boredom to divert their attention.

Sure enough, after this point, Atila immediately looked at the mountain fortress in the distance. The dwarves, who were still trying to fight with the greenskins for the gap in the peak gate, had changed their tactics and gave up the urgent repairs.

The iron hammer warriors with rune halos flashing in the meteorite plate armor protected the "delicate" women and children in the center with an indomitable attitude, and advanced step by step to the periphery.

"Your Excellency...Imrik asked you to keep an eye on me, right?"

"It's protection. Watch your words, you hot-blooded woman."

How could the Excellency not see what the elf girl was thinking? She must have been too bored to watch and wanted to go down and try.

"How about?" Atila's expectant eyes fully showed that she wanted to fight "shoulder to shoulder" with the lizard. Although there was no chariot that Terenlock was most proud of, who could refuse a giant ancient creature that could crush the enemy into minced meat?

"I'm not Kukulza. I have no reason to fight shoulder to shoulder with you."

The Excellency refused without hesitation. He was a noble ancient lizard. He was on the same level as the Dragon Emperor in terms of seniority. How could he let an elf girl sit on his head?

"You have three minutes to think about it. This is my bottom line."

After speaking, Atila quickly found the light armor she brought with her, took off her bloated fur coat, picked up the longbow and pulled it once.

For many years, she has been advocating the restoration of the glorious traditions of the elves, such as strongly supporting the revival of archery or chariot driving competitions.

The princess is an excellent archer, or in other words, every elf is a natural archer, even the blind Val can shoot fluently.

Although she is not as good as the outstanding marksman among the maidens of Avalon, she is still an outstanding marksman galloping in the west of Ulthuan, and can easily shoot the giant pheasants that eat carrion in the Dusk Sea.

But it will take some time to reach the level of the Shadow King's humanoid crossbow...

The Venerable is half dead. It is in the vague area of ​​life and death. It is far less obsessed with bloody battles than its young compatriots. If it were not for the call of Lord Kroka, he would never leave the Hall of Illusion with a few second-generation Slann.

"I'm not your pet dragon..."

"Really?" Atila nodded in confusion, then jumped and fell from the thousand-meter cliff to the bottom.

"This elf woman is really crazy."

After shaking his head and sighing, the Venerable passed through the extremely solid rocks, like a majestic shadow flying in the sky, and easily caught Atila who fell.

"Just this once, troublesome hot-blood."

"I look forward to your performance. You can't be weaker than Kukulza, right?" Atila grabbed the gap between the scales of the lizard. Only by touching the giant beast in person can you feel how huge this terrible creature is. Just a piece of scale is as big as an adult.

The Venerable did not respond. He controlled the wind of magic, like a ghost passing through the sky, and turned into a mountain that pressed down, smashing down heavily below. (End of this chapter)