The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 393 The life of a serf is also a life!
Eltharion, the ruthless man of the Kingdom of Iris, is also a powerful elf who cultivates both magic and martial arts.

The Kingdom of Iris under his rule was once the largest commercial city in the eastern part of Ulthuan, and was once famous for its sparse population and beautiful scenery.

But unfortunately, since a certain unnamed big-bellied goblin led a large wave of green skin waaaagh to destroy the capital Tar Yris and destroyed the local guide stone, everything changed:

The guide stone responsible for guiding the maelstrom was destroyed, which directly caused the wind of magic stagnant in the kingdom of Iris to distort all kinds of terrifying demons that were not under the control of Chaos Godslayer, and began to slaughter the local elves.

Countless Yris elves died miserably under the scourge of demons and green skins, so that there was no safe place to settle in the whole kingdom except the capital Tar Yris.

In this desperate environment, Eltharion angrily reprimanded those elven kingdoms who watched the green skins kill his father, and brazenly announced that the kingdom of Yris would become independent as the "greatest kingdom"!

But even though he was already independent, life had to go on after all, so Etharion, who no longer believed in Asuryan, began to pray for the blessing of Ms. Misty, who was also a high god.

Perhaps moved by the sincerity of the other party, the benevolent Misty Lady built her temple on the Anuli Mountains, protecting the Kingdom of Iris with her weak divine power at the time.

As the patron saint of travelers and lost things, Ladelia's Blessing can make those with bad intentions get lost when they set foot in the Kingdom of Yres, and eventually fall into schizophrenia!

And thanks to the blessing of the Mist Lady, the Kingdom of Iris was finally able to take a breather under the double-teaming of the devil, and continued to grow and develop.

It is precisely because of this relationship that the elves of Eltharion and the Kingdom of Yris have become devout believers in the mist, and they even give priority to consulting each other on some major national affairs.

And just as the Norscans began to invade Charis on a large scale, Eltharion rode his mount Griffin to the highest peak of the Annuli Mountains, and was going to consult the Mist Lady for advice.

———Annuli Mountains, Misty Sanctuary

"No matter how many times I've been here, the scenery here is so shocking to me..."

Located on the top of the cloud surrounded by mist, Eltharion was riding a griffin through the vast mountains surrounded by wild giant eagles, while not forgetting to watch the wild griffins around him vigilantly.

just--

And the griffins seemed to have sensed Eltharion's prying gaze, so they stared at Bean Sprout riding on the back of the same race with their sharp eagle eyes, and kept rubbing their sharp eagle claws.

Seeing this scene, the griffin named 'Storm Wing' under Eltharion's crotch couldn't help rubbing its claws with a fighting spirit, obviously eager to participate in the battle.

"Don't be so grumpy, Stormwing, our goal is to meet the Mist Lady, not any meaningless battle."

However, Eltharion didn't feel any panic at all, because he knew that these griffins were the messengers of the Misty Lady in the mountains, to drive away those malicious Asuryan Phoenixes.

As a Mistwalker, he naturally knew that the conflict between Asuryan and Mist Lady was becoming more and more acute, so he was not dissatisfied with these vigilant griffins.

On the contrary, he couldn't wait to meet the phoenix guards who came to disturb Lady Misty, so that he could kill her with justifiable self-defense!

After all, Eltharion was once a devout Asuryan believer, but when Tar Yris and his father needed the help of the elves and gods the most, Asuryan did not lend a helping hand.

For this alone, he wished to cut those indifferent elves and gods into pieces!

Call ~
Gusts of howling cold wind blew past the ears of the Elf Griffon, and just when both of them were beginning to feel a little tired, they finally passed through the white silver mist and came to the top of the mountain.

"The Mist Temple..."

Looking at the majestic temple built above the clouds in front of him, Eltharion couldn't help taking a deep breath, and then slowly landed on the platform of the temple with his storm wings.

Under the guidance of several maids, Eltharion skillfully arrived at the stable next to the temple, and then began to prepare to enter the lady of the mist in front of the temple.

However, just as he jumped off the saddle, he saw the figure he least wanted to see standing beside the temple:
"I really don't understand why the dark elves, who are cruel by nature, are favored by Ms. Misty. Please pray that I won't see your master on the battlefield!"

"Hehe, have the beggars from Iris come to beg for mercy from Ms. Misty again? I really don't know what face you have to come here to beg for help if you have made no contribution to Ms. Mist?"

At the other end of the stable, an elf warrior wearing pure black rune armor was looking at Eltharion with disdain, and then continued to groom the manticore next to him.

From the tit-for-tat conversation between the two, it is not difficult to know that this is not the first time they have met, and Eltharion obviously has long known that there are dark elves in the Misty Temple.

Hearing that the other party dared to be so arrogant, Eltharion couldn't help but angrily put his hand on the handle of the fangs at his waist, but then he suppressed his anger and threatened in a low voice:
"I will keep an eye on you, Ange, once you and your army dare to cross the Strait and threaten the safety of Iris, then the Mist Lady will not be able to protect you, as I said!"

That's right, the dark elf who appeared in the stables of the Misty Temple was the long-lost captain of the guard under Rohan's command——Ange!
Compared with the handsome Shadow and Mist Hunter more than ten years ago, Ange now has several terrifying scars on his face, making this once handsome face very hideous.

Since he was severely injured in the process of conquering the continent of Pendor, he was sent by Rohan to preach to the Misty Lady near the southern kingdom, and at the same time tried to influence some ranger knights from Bretonnia.

After all, the Goddess of the Lake is Lilith, and Lohan and Ms. Mist will never miss any actions that make things difficult for Lilith!
There is one thing to say, as a crusader in charge of opening up new markets, Anson decisively chose to adopt the essence of guerrilla warfare after he had a deep understanding of the suffering lives of the people at the bottom of Bretonnia and the Southern Kingdom:

Mobilize the masses!

Under his instigation, many peasants who had been exploited by local knights and lords and nobles picked up pitchforks and hunting bows one after another, and devoted themselves to the glory of the Misty Lady.

And the Misty Lady only needs to perform some miracles when the believers are praying, which is enough to make these oppressed mud legs grateful.

After all, in Bretonnia, only noble knights are eligible to drink footwashing water, as for those low-level serfs...

The leftovers that should be fed to the pigs at the banquet can be given to you to eat, you should thank the knight grandpas for their great kindness!

In such a sharp contrast, the belief of the Misty Lady quickly occupied the folk markets in Bretonnia and the Southern Kingdom, and the scale even attracted those grandfather knights who didn't care about worldly affairs.

When they learned that the untouchables under their rule had unknowingly started to believe in heretics, the entire knight class in Bretonnia fell into a rage.

What kind of misty lady, I have never heard of it, it must be those chaotic evil gods pretending to be!
Damn, the reason why we kingdom knights can't drink the footwashing water of the goddess of the lake must be because of you muddy legs making trouble!

It's about the water for washing your feet... no, it's about the glory of the goddess of the lake. This is no longer an ordinary mud-legged uprising, and it must be punched hard!

In this way, Ms. Misty was reported to the Lake God Fairy in the name of the evil god of chaos, and a "Holy War" about the noble knights against the mud legs began:

In less than two years, tens of thousands of serfs who prayed to the Lady of the Mist because of their hopeless lives died tragically at the knight's lance or at the stake, so that even some greenskins were frightened to leave Bretonnia .

(Green skin: I thought these human bastards must be crazy, even killing their own people so ruthlessly, fighting with these guys might be contagious, so I slipped away quickly~)

Satisfied, the knight grandfathers chopped off the heads of those serfs with their spears and stuck them on both sides of the road. They thought that the serfs would succumb because of fear, but they didn't see the anger in the serfs' eyes at all.

You can no longer be slaughtered like this, the life of a serf is also your life!

In this way, with Ange continuously providing weapons and supplies to the serfs, an uprising war that swept across Bretonnia and the Southern Kingdom officially began.

At first, the knight grandfathers didn't take this peasant uprising seriously, but when the well-trained serfs equipped with elf-style armor appeared on the battlefield, they realized that something was wrong:
What, serfs are even better at fighting than knights, is that plausible!

What, serfs are able to equip muskets on a large scale, is this still plausible!
What, there are giants in the ranks of the serfs? !

When the knight grandfathers in Bretonnia saw that they would be shot down by serfs riding horses and holding lances with skillful combat skills, their worldview also changed accordingly.

Is this a serf?

This is obviously a living saint!

Such a weird rebellion quickly attracted the attention of the lake god fairy. Dozens of holy grail knights who were originally responsible for guarding the holy land immediately left their residences and began to search for the black hand hidden in the dark.

The real living saint's attack is naturally unusual. Although the serfs equipped with elf weapons have been trained for several years, they are obviously impossible to be opponents of the Holy Grail Knight.

And the hideous scars on Ange's face were left when he fought those Holy Grail knights.

The reason why Ange came all the way to the Misty Temple this time was to seek more assistance to fight against those damn Holy Grail Knights!

"You should be thankful, Eltharion, the Kingdom of Yris is just a barren land, and being able to get the mercy of the Misty Lady is entirely due to good luck in the past."

An Ge was not afraid of Elsa Leon's threat at all. He looked at the gloomy Esa Leon in front of him with provocative eyes, and then said in a serious tone:

"Everything we dark elves do is to make Lady Misty have more believers. Only you high elves are still dragging Lady Misty down, enjoying the fruits of our labor but being so proud."

"You are presumptuous!"

"Am I wrong, Ms. Mist needs to spend a lot of energy to maintain the Mist of Yris, but this power could have been used to save more devout believers, couldn't it?"

Ang's sharp language made Eltharion want to draw his sword and kill him immediately, but he knew in his heart that the other party did not seem to say anything wrong.

After all, compared to the closed Iris, Rohan, who is a dark elf, has already spread the belief of the Mist Lady to all over the world, making the Mist Lady's strength visible to the naked eye.

As the Kingdom of Yris, which is sheltered by the Mist Lady, in a sense, it really needs to thank the dark elves for making Yris safer.

But obviously, Eltharion, as a high elf, would not thank his enemies at all:
"I don't need your pity, Drucci, we, Azul, will use our methods to help Ms. Misty gain stronger power!"

"Hehe, wait and see?"

The gazes between Ange and Eltharion seemed to be as hot as lightning, and even their mounts seemed to sense the discord between the two, and began to growl threateningly.

But this stalemate didn't last long. After all, Eltharion came to the Mist Temple this time to ask for Ms. Mist, so he entered the Mist Temple only after threatening the other party.

Under the guidance of the maids, Eltharion quickly walked through the dense fog-filled aisle, and then entered a palace like an illusion.

Looking at a silver-white statue placed in the center of the palace, Eltharion slowly knelt down on one knee, and then began to talk about the troubles he encountered:

"Miss Mist, Charis is currently being attacked by Norscan humans, and the Drucci elves in Naggaroth are also beginning to move around. Where should Iris go?"

Located in another dimension of the temple, Ms. Misty is lying leisurely on the sofa enjoying a moment of tranquility, her soft face is full of comfort.

She had just helped Lohan complete the purification of the area around Anaheim, and now she only hopes to close her eyes and take a good rest.

But when Eltharion's voice came into her palace through the statue, she could only forcefully sit up and yawned, then murmured a little tiredly:

"so troublesome……"

"Ma'am, what did you just say?"

"Ah...cough cough, I have received your request, but the future of Iris should not be in my hands, but in what you think in your heart, you can do whatever you want."

In short, she is too lazy to care~
(End of this chapter)