The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 390
Hey~
The sound of weapons clashing resounded throughout the arena, and the cold light reflected by the halberd blade continuously shone on the faces of the spectators around them, making them feel emotional.

The warlike genes are flowing in their bodies, and Kane's supernatural power is gradually appearing in Kuran!

Although the discerning fighters have already seen that Luo Han has an absolute advantage, they also see clearly that the other party is teaching on the spot, so they all stared at the arena:
"The halberd is a very elegant weapon. Although your halberd is a bit rough in terms of workmanship and details, it is still a qualified killing machine."

"If you're trying to piss me off by humiliating me, there's no doubt you've succeeded!"

"Your martial arts foundation is indeed very solid, and every attack you launch is also very sharp, but your changing moves are as boring as Ulthuan's militia, far worse than the Phoenix Guard."

"Bastard! Die to me!"

Although Kuran wanted to tear Luohan's nagging mouth into pieces right now, even the always proud and arrogant he had to admit that Luohan's martial arts were indeed superior to his.

This is a pure martial arts contest, but it is precisely because of this that Kuran can feel the difference between himself and Rohan more clearly:
If his halberd was like the indestructible manticore fang that could easily tear open the neck of his prey, Rohan's attack was as silent as the cunning war hydra.

Even though the manticore can easily bite through the scales of the war hydra, it still cannot deliver a fatal blow to the five heads of the hydra.

However, once the hydra finds an opening to attack, the manticore will be instantly overwhelmed by the flames and fangs from all angles!

hum~
The slightly worn halberd easily drew several afterimages in Luohan's hands, so that in the eyes of some weak Drucci, Luohan is like a chaotic monster with three heads and six arms!
"It's almost time to end..."

Rohan's eyes kept scanning Kuran's shrinking body, and the halberd blade bit towards the opponent's weakness like the five heads of a hydra.

The blessings from Slaanesh are constantly strengthening Rohan's body, the more restless Kuran shows, the stronger Rohan will be:
[Soul Smell]: You can smell the scent of the prey from a distance of 50 meters, and you will get special bonuses for those who are mentally unstable: Armor-piercing damage +50%, melee attack +20.

As a magical skill used by Slaanesh demons to hunt slaves, the Mark of Chaos brought Rohan not only the attack speed rune and higher agility, but even the durability became monstrous.

And at this moment, not only could he feel the increasingly intense fear from Kuran's body, but he could also feel that his limbs and even Xiao Kun'er had become stronger!

The more intense your resistance, the more excited I will be~
"Go die die die!"

If at this moment Rohan was becoming a little timid because of the strong strength brought by the mark of Slaanesh, then Kuran felt the real humiliation.

Who is he?
He is Kuran Blackhand, the most ruthless Blackguard Captain of Naggarond ever!

Although Rohan has established a high prestige among the older generation of black guards by virtue of his personal prestige and friendship, it is another matter for the new generation of black guards.

The favorite of the Witch King?The strongest senior?

The cruel Black Tower does not allow such a powerful elf to exist!

Although he could indeed feel that his fighting skills seemed to have improved from Rohan's teaching, it was this feeling that made him feel even more humiliated and angry.

Although Kane's strength improved his strength in battle, it also distorted his reason.

If he could feel a sense of evenness from this battle at the beginning, then the playful eyes of the audience around him now are enough to awaken his anger!
"Your technology is constantly improving, I believe it won't be long before you can become a qualified..."

"I don't need your pity!"

Facing Luo Han's sincere care and kindness, Kuran only felt that the other's handsome face looked particularly distorted in his eyes at this moment.

Naggaroth can be said to be the cruelest and bloodiest place in the entire mortal world, full of terrible conspiracies and bloody murders.

In this hell-like place, he dared to show such goddamn angelic compassion to them, Durucci, this was simply the most extreme arrogance!
Even some Duruccis in the arena vaguely felt the disgust brought to them by this kind of pity like a virgin, so they left the arena with some dissatisfaction.

Of course, this naturally also includes some elves who were already dissatisfied with Rohan:
"Is this the dread lord you are looking for, my child, look at how he is acting like a damned high elf now, would you acquiesce in such a strange existence?"

Located on the roof of Castle Black, His Majesty the Witch King was silently watching Lohan crushing Kuran, while his mother, Morathi, was still instilling her ideas:
"Leave a wound on his body with a poisoned dagger, poison some wine to discredit his glory as a warrior, or I will seduce him myself, and in time they will do far more damage than a sword, my son!"

"The rebirth pill and the chosen body he created made him not afraid of poison, and he preferred children's juice to fine wine. As for glory... his shameless character doesn't care about it."

However, before Morathi finished speaking, the Witch King, who was looking at Lohan, silently shook his head and rejected the other party's proposal. Morathi couldn't help but look ugly because of his understanding of Rohan in his words.

Getting along day and night for a hundred years not only made Luohan understand the character of the Witch King well, but also made the Witch King understand Luohan's habits and characteristics very well.

In his opinion, Rohan was just like himself who used to be the prince of Nagareth. He appreciated the childishness in his behavior and his character of constantly enduring silently and waiting for opportunities in the dark.

He still still remembers the first words that the naked elf said to him when he descended from the sky:

"Wow, uncle, where did you buy this orthodox Phoenix King armor, it's really hot in Thai pants!"

In the tens of thousands of years in the past, since he became indifferent because of the glory of his friendship with the dwarves being snatched by Bel Shana, no elves have called him 'cool' anymore.

This point alone is enough to make Lohan stand out from the crowd of ordinary Druccis, and successfully make the noble orthodox Phoenix King remember him.

Compared with ordinary chess pieces, more unique limited-edition figures should always be treasured and taken care of at the top of the shelf, right?
"In any case, you should hurry up and find a way to solve the problem about Rohan. After all, he has declared war on Chaos, and Chaos is an indispensable help for you to counterattack Ulthuan!"

Morathi also seemed to see what the Witch King was thinking, so she chose not to use a strong tone to order the other party, but instead began to hug the other party's shoulders in an almost coquettish gesture:
"The power of chaos is beyond your imagination. Although this power is difficult to control, with my assistance, it is bound to be able to exert a more terrifying power that can be called a god.

At that time, you will easily step into the Phoenix Temple in Asuryan, throw Finnubar's body from the throne, and then sit on the throne under the eyes of countless elves who are terrified but full of admiration.

You are their god! "

Under the temptation of Morathi's inadvertent magic power, a series of magnificent illusions began to emerge in front of His Majesty the Witch King, and at the same time, there was a charming smile on his face.

After all, this is the result of her continuous PUA for tens of thousands of years. Even if Malekith did not regard serving as the Phoenix King as the first priority, now he has to follow her trajectory.

(This is a typical xx-style parent. The goals that they cannot achieve can only be forced on the child, and eventually lead to the child's psychopath)
"My army has not even climbed Ulthuan, and it is too soon to speak of such things."

However, His Majesty the Witch King is worthy of being His Majesty the Witch King. Over the years, he has already developed resistance to Morathi's temptation. After all, he can hold an inparty that makes Morathi feel ashamed, and his mentality is naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

If His Majesty the Witch King has some sort of schizophrenia in his personality, then in ordinary days he would always be playing the role of a cruel king, or a tyrant who sank in the pool of wine and meat.

However, once it is about war, he will immediately transform into a simple and ruthless warlord role comparable to Aenarion, and everything is completely in the service of war!

Looking at the battle that had ended in the duel arena, His Majesty the Witch King casually glanced at Morathi, whose face changed drastically, and then said indifferently:

"If you want to try temptation, go ahead and try it. Even if you don't have time to participate in the next war, it doesn't matter at all, but you must not indulge in it~"

After finishing speaking, he rarely teased Morathi in a rather playful tone, then turned and left the cold rooftop of Castle Black.

Now the role he needs to play is no longer that cruel tyrant, but an excellent general like his father Aenarion who he witnessed when he was a child, so he cannot be drawn by tedious battles.

After all, he will mobilize hundreds of thousands of Drucci fighters across the ocean, and at the same time beware of the northern Norscans and those rebel lords with ulterior motives, which will involve most of his attention.

If his mother really wanted to make trouble for him in this situation, then he would really be angry!

Of course, he really hoped that Morathi would stay with Rohan and not come back, so as not to add more trouble to the ensuing war.

I just don't know if Luohan's almost weird mental cleanliness can tolerate his mother, the leader of the Pleasure Sect?

"Rohan...!"

Seeing the back of her son gradually going away, Morathi could only look at Lohan who was helping Kuran up from the ground in the duel arena again with resentful eyes, her innocent and lovely face lost in thought.

Although her son does not intend to support her assassination plan, Morathi's almost crazy character and twisted narcissism are obviously not the extremes that ordinary people can imagine.

Maybe... can you really consider this proposal?
———The other side of the strait, Nagareth
Tal Anlek is a magnificent city built thousands of years ago by the king of Nagareth and the first generation of Phoenix King - Aenarion led his people.

It is said to be a city, but due to the indifferent and almost paranoid character of the Nagareth elves, Tar Anlek is also a standard elf fortress, ready to resist the threat of chaos from the north at any time.

However, with the strategic shift of His Majesty the Witch King and the shattering of Nagareth, Tar Anlek has already been turned into ruins in the thousands of years of wind and rain, and there are no traces of living creatures.

Even though Shadow King Aris has become the ruler of Nagareth again, he did not choose to restore the fortress on this wasteland, but chose to use Anaheim as his base camp.

After all, even compared to Nagareth, I am afraid that even the green skins cannot survive in the cruel environment of Nagareth!
However, in such a deserted city, a huge army is now ushered in:

"Aris Anar! I order you to get out immediately. Are those damn rumors true? How dare you leave my brother alone in the dirty lair of the dark elves?!"

Thousands of high elf troops are wearing gorgeous armor and spears that reflect the dazzling luster, waiting solemnly outside the ruined city of Tar Anlek, and hundreds of silver-helmed knights are also riding on tall horses, as if they are ready to participate at any time to the war.

At the forefront of this army, a sturdy elf wearing a slightly quaint armor was riding a horse with a long sword emitting flames, pointing angry eyes at the shadow warriors in the city.

There is no doubt that this is a shameful and pathetic fratricide, and even some high elf soldiers showed resistance to this battle on their faces.

They would gladly fight to the death for Ulthuan, but if they were to go to war with their fellow High Elves, their lives would be worse than death!
"Okay...! This is what you forced me to do, the Eagle Claw Ballista is ready to shoot!"

However, the elf prince who was at the forefront of the army at this moment obviously couldn't care less about these things. Seeing that the shadow warriors in the city didn't seem to interrupt him at all, his eyes immediately revealed a touch of anger.

Ever since he learned that his frail brother had fallen into the hands of the dark elves, he led his army non-stop from the Kingdom of Itain, and came to Nagareth despite the opposition of Tyrann Locke and the Phoenix Court.

He wants to know, what happened to his younger brother? !

(End of this chapter)