Chapter 456: The Fourth Hundred and Fifty-Second Chapter: Eltharion

"Tsk, this thing, this thing is far too conspicuous! Are you trying to make the rumors about my ears becoming pointed come true?"

When Teclis spoke of the treasure, Sinuoli already had a three-part guess; a mage approaching the level of a Demigod would certainly not come all this way for mere trifles. And there were not many things left in the Eight Peaks that were related to the Elves.

Among the movable treasures that the Angrund Clan failed to take away when the Eight Peaks fell, the Silver Dragon Horn of Caledor was undoubtedly the most important; it was placed on the altar in the center of the Ancestral Tomb and sealed away along with that place.

This Silver Dragon Horn and the Phoenix Crown kept at the Everpeak were both "dropped" by the same unlucky fellow—the fourth Phoenix King, Kaleduo Ershi. The Phoenix Crown was his symbol as the master of Ulthuan, while the Silver Dragon Horn was the proof of his status as the master of the Kingdom of Caledor.

Legend has it that it was the token of the pact made between the Dragon Tamer Caledor and the Mother of Dragons. When a blood descendant of Caledor blows it, they can awaken the slumbering Dragons, and if they can gain the recognition of a Dragon, they can naturally become a "Dragon Prince."

However, falling into the hands of the Dwarfs, it was merely a souvenir. Theoretically, any Elf could wear the Phoenix Crown, and wearing it would grant the blessing of the gods of heaven; the Silver Dragon Horn had more restrictions, and apart from the direct descendants of Caledor, no one could blow it.

"The plot behind you is quite grand. Prince Imrik of Caledor can rival your brother just by relying on the Star Dragon beneath him. If you give the Silver Dragon Horn to him, Prince Tyrion will be in for a hard time!"

Sinuoli turned his mind and brought up Tyrion. The most famous trait in the character of the High Elves is their Pride, and the Elves of Caledor are so arrogant that even their own kind find them unbearable. Never mind the War Lord Tyrion; even Finubar does not give Imrik a pleasant look.

"Not just the Kingdom of Caledor, but Ulthuan and the entire world need the power of the Dragons. Under the threat of Chaos, personal gains and status are not so important. I know that returning it to the Asur will bring pressure, but I ask you to consider the greater cause."

After Teclis finished speaking, a brief silence fell between the two. Upon hearing such words using the greater cause to pressure others, Sinuoli's first thought was to refute them; he had always been the one using the banner of resisting Chaos to seek development for himself, so how could someone else turn the tables?

But he soon realized that with the growth of his own strength, it was time for him to shoulder the responsibility and seek development for other forces of Order. How many Demigods are active in the world? He had already become a major pillar of the forces of Order.

"As long as you can ensure that Eltharion follows orders, I will agree."

"Of course, apart from the guidance of the Lady, his goal of annihilating the Greenskins does not conflict with attacking the Eight Peaks."

"Have him report as soon as possible; if he is any later, it will be too late."

Early the next morning, Sinuoli was woken up by guards in a great hurry. Walking out of the tent, he saw several Griffons hovering in mid-air, and Buluokesen and his Engineers were busy elevating the muzzles of their cannons.

"Is the visitor Eltharion of Yvresse? Come down and speak! Fellow countrymen, don't be so surprised; they are my guests."

"Whoosh!"

The voice was carried to the ears of the Elves under the blessing of divine power. Accompanied by a gust of wind like the strike of a sword blade, the largest Griffon, which was also at the front of the formation, landed, while the others remained in the air to maintain vigilance.

"What a majestic beast!"

Even with his extensive experience, Sinuoli could not help but praise it in his heart when he looked closely at the Griffon beneath Eltharion. Every inch of muscle on its lion body contained terrifying explosive power, while its eagle head and wings revealed an elegance that seemed to stroll at leisure.

The Stormwing is considered the strongest Griffon in Ulthuan in this era, and due to the abundance of the Winds of Magic, the Griffons of Ulthuan are generally a size larger than those in the Old World.

In his past life, Sinuoli had seen bloggers testing "digital cricket fighting" who found that while Eltharion could not beat Karl-Franz on foot, once they were on their mounts, the Emperor was no match for Eltharion.

"Eltharion, greets your Excellency."

As the Griffon crouched, the Elf on its back leaped down and bowed slightly to Sinuoli. Even the "The Grim," who never smiled, should show respect to a Demigod standing at the peak of the Mortal World.

To be fair, this Prince of Yvresse was a powerful warrior and an excellent general; being killed by Arkhan during the End Times did not mean he was weak, but only that the Lich King was strong enough.

"Come in and talk; the Prince of Yvresse should receive basic respect."

Ignoring the shocked gazes around him, Sinuoli led Eltharion toward the main military tent. The sudden appearance of an Elf took the military leaders who were preparing for the morning meeting by surprise, and the Dwarfs soon took action.

"Elf, have you come before the grandfather of the Dwarfs to beg for something?"

"Report the names of your great-great-grandfather and great-great-great-grandfather! I want to check what kind of crimes they committed!"

"Kneel when you speak! Are you trying to insult the Sons of the Mountains by wearing such a tall hat?"

Those who had lived in human society for a long time were better, but for most Dwarfs who lived in the mountains and had not participated in the Great Holy War, pure-blooded High Elves were no different from Daemons in tavern stories—cunning, cruel, lecherous, and depraved, among other things. Unsurprisingly, Eltharion received a "warm greeting."

"Silence! I said, silence!"

Sinuoli displayed his Demigod power for the first time in a long while, his low voice carried by the wind into everyone's ear canals.

"He and his army will join our campaign to recover the Eight Peaks! This is my decision!"

He hadn't slept all night, just trying to figure out how to handle Eltharion's troops. Letting him not act with the main army and dealing with some Greenskins on the sidelines was certainly possible, but that was not just a waste of military force.

Since it had been made clear that they would unite with the Elves to fight against Chaos, the hurdle of fighting side-by-side was only a matter of time. Right now, the younger generation of the Dwarf Realms was basically gathered; if they didn't do the work now, when would they?

Ultimately, out of three considerations, Sinuoli decided to let the High Elf Expeditionary Force join his own troops. The first point was that once the Eight Peaks were recovered, this unprecedented achievement would make all noise disappear.

The second point was that now with the cooperation of the humans in the coalition, as soon as Sinuoli agreed yesterday, the Lady of the Lake, while mobilizing Eltharion, also sent dreams to her Grail Knights and Prophetesses, and these guys were currently working their lives out to do ideological work on the surrounding Dwarfs.

The third point was Eltharion himself; this poor fellow's personality became very paranoid after the major changes in his home and country, and he was no longer interested in most things other than slaughtering Greenskins.

He sat calmly in the center of the tent, closing his eyes to rest. The insults, threats, and even intimidation from the Dwarfs were like a breeze to him, but if any other Elf noble had come, let alone swearing back, it would have been very likely that they would have fought to the death.