Warhammer Divine Throne

If we talk about who among humans is most familiar with the High Elves, it is undoubtedly the Supreme Grandmaster of the High Elves, Tygris.

This great High Elf came to the Old World 160 years ago during the Great Holy War and joined the ranks of the Savior Ludwig. In the Great Holy War, Tygris used one magic to deal with nearly a legion of Chaos Eggs. It can be said that without Tygris, history might have been rewritten.

After the Great Holy War ended, Tygris stayed in the Old World for a period of time. He mainly accomplished two things. The first was establishing the ”Light Pyramid,” sealing a great number of Chaos Demons defeated in the Great Holy War (which was later destroyed by the fallen Light Mage Egrem von Hostman). The second was assisting Ludwig in establishing the Imperial Royal Wizard Academy and appointing a century-old Great Mage, Wolan the Light Mage, as the first Royal Chief Grand Wizard (Wolan’s Staff later became a symbol of the Imperial Royal Chief Grand Wizard).

It should be noted that Tygris was not yet the Supreme Grandmaster of the High Elves at the time. He only took on the position of Supreme Grandmaster of the Safurios White Tower Mage Council after helping humans end the war and returning to Ossuan. However, his name continued to be passed down among humans.

Without a doubt, when Tygris announced his name, Duke Boldro Bodrick came out to greet him at once. He led the Sea God Knights in line to welcome Tygris and the arrival of the High Elves: ”Welcome, Lord Tygris!”

”Ah~ it’s you, Bodrick,” Tygris snorted lightly, with a usual expression, showing no change. He casually said a greeting in High Gothic Language, which was enough as a salutation.

”Welcome, welcome,” thought Duke Bodrick, wondering why Tygris would appear here: ”May I ask, what are the High Elves planning?”

”I am here for Laine Macado.”

”Hey! What a coincidence, I’m also here for Laine Macado!” said the Dwarf at that moment.

Clark the Harsh walked up to Tygris, chewing something in his mouth, speaking indistinctly: ”I’ve heard your name, Sharp Ears; are you that High Elf Supreme Grandmaster?”

These somewhat disrespectful words would typically incite much indignation among the High Elves, yet there was no reaction, only Tygris nodding.

The alliance between the Elves and Dwarves was formed thousands of years ago, and now elves who understand the Dwarf Language are very rare, with Tygris being one of the few.

”Hmm~” Tygris gripped his Magic Staff, looking at Clark the Harsh, his face still devoid of expression, imitating the Dwarf’s tone: ”Doomsday Anvil, longest beard... are you the Rune Craftsman Association President?”

The Elf and Dwarf looked at each other and then each snorted, Clark the Harsh turned his head away while Tygris eyed him with indifference.

Duke Bodric, seeing this, began to sweat on his forehead.

A Dwarf Rune Craftsman Association President?

A High Elf Supreme Grandmaster of the Safurios White Tower Mage Council?

And both were here because of Laine?!

Laine... this guy, truly remarkable!

”Well, well, Sharp Ears, I’ve come down the mountain this time because I was invited, not to fight with you. The items in the Book of Hatred were erased thousands of years ago,” Clark the Harsh shook his head.

”Same here,” Tygris nodded faintly.

The relationship between the Elves and Dwarves is quite cold, especially between High Elves and Dwarves, whose relationship is particularly hostile. The Phoenix King’s first crown is still in the Dwarves’ storeroom.

The fact that both sides can maintain this level of relations is thanks to the current Phoenix King ”Sailing King” Finuba. This Phoenix King is neither skilled in martial valor nor in magic, yet he is indeed an exceptionally skilled politician and diplomat. Before becoming the Phoenix King, he traveled the world as a navigator, making contact with almost every Order Faction, and even, against all odds, visited the Eternal Peak, Karaz-A-Karak, to talk with the Dwarf Supreme King of the time.

Clark the Harsh snorted again and left with a group of Dwarves.

”Lord Tygris, would you like to rest here?” Duke Bodrick led a large group of Sea God Knights closer, speaking in the High Gothic Language: ”I will instruct the servants to arrange accommodations for you.”

”Asur are not accustomed to living in human places. We will set up our own camp,” Tygris straightforwardly refused Bodrick’s invitation, pulling out a map: ”Glamorgan... shouldn’t be far.”

”Forward! Asur!”

”Oh!”

The High Elven army turned and formed into tight phalanxes. From any angle; horizontally, vertically, or even diagonally, their array was a line. Every movement was identical, and the sound of footsteps was unified among the hundreds strong army.

”Boom~ boom~ boom~,” was the rhythmic sound of an orderly and elite army in motion, with a coordination as perfect as art, embodying the essence of High Elves.

Tygris, expressionless, lifted his head to gaze at the towering, splendid castle of Bodlukes, then followed the army’s steps.

......

Two days later, County Glamorgan, Count’s Castle.

Mogiana and Teresa restarted their classes, while Laine greeted them before returning to the Inner Castle.