Warhammer Divine Throne

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Tygris is slender, standing about one meter seventy-five tall. He wears the Safuri War Crown. From this typical high elf sharp-top feathered helmet and crescent crown ornament, Laine couldn’t completely see Tygris’s face, but he could still roughly discern Tygris’s appearance.

The Supreme Grandmaster of this elf has a face of indifference and calm, seemingly unmoved by the matters of the world. Compared to a normal elf, Tygris is not arrogant but appears wise and profound, elusive.

What’s particularly notable is that Tygris’s features are neither delicate nor handsome. His appearance is rather plain, with somewhat unattractive dead-fish eyes. If this appearance were among humans, he might be considered somewhat handsome, but among the high elves, known for their beauty, his looks would only be considered below average.

According to Lilith the Lake Fairy, Tygris’s brother Terion is a truly super handsome guy. His charming and attractive appearance is top-tier even among the high elves. Coupled with his youthful unbridled demeanor, humor, gentle and upbeat temperament, along with a slight shyness, Terion has become the most popular elf prince in all of Ossuan. Wherever he goes, countless elf maidens express their affections toward him, offering him fine wine and fruits.

Lilith couldn’t help but laugh as she spoke of the popular brother who is always the center of attention and adoration. She mentioned that every time Terion goes somewhere for business (the Tai Brothers have their own trading guild), elf maidens from every kingdom surround him, sing for him, talk to him, and offer him small gifts, even volunteering to spend the night with him, while Tygris is always the one being ignored.

Tygris once tried to chat up elf maidens in a learned and practiced manner. However, the elf maidens showed no interest in this unattractive and slightly lame guy (Tygris has had a poor constitution since birth), ignoring him and quickly leaving.

Lilith told Laine that Tygris was severely affected by this incident. Since then, he has adopted a nonchalant attitude towards matters of romance, accepting them if they came, not seeking them out otherwise, and going with the flow. Even if someone volunteered to spend the night with him, he wouldn’t refuse, but he never kept women by his side.

Of course, times have changed. What was mentioned earlier were incidents from their adolescence. Now Terion and Tygris are the Guardians of Ossuan, adorned with honor and renowned far and wide.

Terion is the Great Lord of the High Elf War Council. Phoenix King Finuba has practically handed over all his military power as the Phoenix King to him, while Tygris has risen to become the Supreme Grandmaster, the leader of the high elf mages. Now, Tygris exudes the composure and dignity of a superior, every gesture filled with captivating might. He is a hero of this world, famed across the globe as the Supreme Grandmaster.

While Laine observed Tygris, the Supreme Grandmaster was also observing him.

This human appeared to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with black hair and blue eyes, handsome features without any trace of gaudiness. His eyes were filled with confidence, a sort of extreme confidence. Laine’s face showed some rebelliousness, but more so confidence. His eyes emitted the Light of Spiritual Power, and pure spiritual energy flowed from him. Instantly, Tygris felt a sense of goodwill, brought forth by their shared identity as casters.

Laine evidently possessed a kind of confidence forged repeatedly in the trials of blood and fire, accumulated over countless battles. With his actions, the surrounding space was fluctuating and slightly dented, all indicating that he was indeed a strong Holy Sanctuary Tier warrior.

Reaching this level, even elves would pay attention.

The Supreme Grandmaster had no doubts; Laine was undoubtedly the person in Lilith’s prophecy.

To be able to slay ”Red Eye” Egil Steelbjorn was an outstanding achievement, also remarkable to the elves. When Slaanesh’s Chosen Champion ”Beauty” Prince Sigwald was defeated by the elves, they did everything they could but couldn’t capture him, which was evidence of its own.

”Hello, Laine Macado, I have come for you, and it appears you’ve lived up to your name. In Ossuan, we’ve heard of your name. You killed the Great Nurgle Demon, ending ’Red Eye’ Egil Steelbjorn’s centuries-long legendary tale. Asur congratulates you, and also, congratulations on your marriage.” Tygris raised his head, turning his gaze to Angerong behind Laine: ”And who might this be?”

”This is my elder brother, Angerong.” Laine introduced with a smile.

”Greetings, Elf Grand Marshal.” Angerong’s Elf Language was not very standard, imbued with a rustic tone, barely understandable.

Grand Marshal? Tygris raised an eyebrow, wondering what that meant: ”Hello, Mr. Angerong, I sense your strength.”

The expressions of the high elves behind him changed.

Judging from the extremely terrifying aura emanating from Angerong, could this brother of Laine Macado be even stronger?

”It seems humans aren’t as weak as imagined.” A whisper came from within the ranks of elves: ”I mean, even among monkeys, there are particularly strong ones.”

”Yes, it seems our luck isn’t good today, encountering two at once.”

”This big guy scares me; isn’t he really an incarnation of some deities?”