Under the Red Dragon

Standing to the west, they gazed at the sea from the promontory.

The four kings stood side-by-side, gazing at the setting sun over the endless waves.

In this brief moment, the setting sun high in the sky became, for a short time, their shared heart.

In the magnetic and warm voice of the Elf King Anudale, the four kings, gazing at the vast sea, briefly cast aside all races, all nations, all autonomy.

The other three kings, the Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire, the White Scale King of the Empire, and Sharoth, the Lord of the Dark Nest, all fell silent, quietly listening to the words of the Drow Elf King.

"Among the cruel and self-centered Dark Elves, love is practically just a legend. There is hardly any record of such a magical thing in Dark Elf history."

"So-called families only gather together to resist external enemies, but within the Dark Elf race, families harbor threats as deadly as those from the outside."

"And in this society where males are insignificant and life is worthless, female elves even choose their mates like selecting a pet to raise. To gain higher status and preserve their lives and their family's, males can only become toys in the hands of female elves."

"After all, those female elves can change their partners at any time, either because they are tired of them or because the partner cannot meet their demands."

A hint of mockery and sarcasm appeared on the masculine face of the Elf King Anudale. He was indeed expressing his contempt for the race he came from in front of the several kings.

"My family of origin was the same. Although my father was a commander with powerful talents in both war and magic, a master proficient in various martial arts and possessing superb weapon skills,"

"He still needed to curry favor with those female nobles to gain a relatively high social status, and was taken in by my mother, a priestess and high matriarch of the Dark Elves, as a powerful and ornamental pet dog."

Anudale's voice became somewhat nostalgic, as if he himself was immersed in past memories.

"Just like the union between Dark Elves and love, the sincere union of love between parents and children in the family is also unheard of."

"But my father, Aledan, was different. His powerful will and indomitable courage produced an extremely firm resistance to the Drow civilization order passed down from ancient times."

"And my father passed this trait on to me," the Dark Elf King sighed quietly. The distant sunset shrouded his well-defined face, like a hazy halo, like the light of memories.

"My father once told me in private that he was most proud not of teaching me his superb martial arts skills, making me an unparalleled powerhouse among the younger generation of Dark Elves,"

"He was most proud of the fact that my innate will, influenced by him, was equally firm, equally powerful, and equally indomitable, like a spring bud that breaks through layers of barriers and takes root under the pressure of the earth."

"My father despised his cruel and insignificant race and hoped that I could live a life different from that of the Dark Elves, so he gave his love to me,"

The sarcasm at the corner of Anudale's mouth turned into a gentle smile, "So my father and I had a common secret. We were as close as those human families. No suspicion, no hypocrisy, no arrogance, no insidious intentions."

"Under the shelter of my father's wings, my teenage years were far happier than those of my self-righteous peers."

Karon's face was also shrouded in the hazy light of the setting sun. He softly praised, "Lord Anudale's father is truly an outstanding elder. Even among humans, he can be called the most excellent man."

The White Dragon Germot also nodded in praise, "No wonder Lord Anudale was able to become the King of the Dark Elves. Mortals always say that dragons beget dragons, and mice only beget mice. Your father had such a powerful will that he could guide the King on the path of a true powerhouse."

Although there is no such concept among dragons, Germot is not one of those wild dragons. He cannot empathize, after all, no one can empathize even with themselves a few moments ago.

But the wisdom of the White Dragon Germot today is no less than that of those great mages who specialize in mental power, so he can naturally understand the meaning of it.

The Drow Elves of the Underdark have been passed down from ancient times to the present. No one can count how many years the Dark Elves' order has ruled this race.

Anudale's father was actually able to resist the pressure of this civilization order for countless years with his own strength, and transform his own thoughts and will, breaking away from the constraints of the times and the environment.

The White Dragon Germot asked himself, he would definitely not be able to do this. In the Kogmora Dragon Clan, except for the Ancestral Red Dragon, there would not be any dragon that could do it.

It's like a dragon being able to restrain its own bloodline nature and restrain the poisonous flow of its bloodline that has been inherited for thousands of years.

This kind of thing can only be done by powerful beings like the Ancestral Red Dragon Karon Kogmora and Anudale's father.

Although they are difficult to match in identity, the White Dragon, who is on the edge of advancing to the Ancestral generation, regards that elf as a pioneer and pioneer like the Ancestral Red Dragon Karon Kogmora.

Since dragons descended into the material world for countless years, countless epochs, and tens of millions of years, only the Ancestral Red Dragon Karon Kogmora has been able to clearly define the path of the True Dragon and shape the true civilization spirit of the dragon.

Even the ancient dragons, demigod dragons, and deified dragons, the few dragon gods high above, have not done it.

That elf is the same, so he can gain the sincere respect of the White Dragon, who has pride hidden deep within his bones.

Even Sharoth, the Lord of the Dark Nest, who is rumored to be one of the most terrifying monsters on the Western Continent, showed an approving expression on her charming and evil face.

It is said that this Lord of the Dark Nest is dangerous and evil.

If any race or creature in the Dark Nest region causes dissatisfaction with this Lord, they will face the terrifying consequences of destruction.

And the consequences more terrifying than destruction are being erased of all autonomy by the Dark Lord Sharoth, and becoming alchemical creature soldiers for this Lord's conquest.

But at this moment, the cold and evil Lord, her pair of pupils like dark water, shone brightly, looking at the Drow Elf King and the Ancestral Red Dragon with inexplicable meaning.

Perhaps in the heart of this Lord of the Dark Nest, the unarrived legend is the story in the mouths of others, but at this moment, such a character actually exists by her side.

This is also the reason why the Lord of the Dark Nest Sharoth dared to personally venture into the Golden Empire.

Anudale nodded and said, "My father is indeed a great elder. He is also the person I admire the most. My father's image in my heart is better than the main god worshiped and feared by the Dark Elves."

The smile on the Dark Elf King's lips converged at this moment, and he said in a low voice, "But my father is dead! A warrior destined to become a strong man died under that unchanging order,"

"Our secret was discovered by our race. This is too normal," Anudale said softly, "Because living in secret is such a tiring thing. Maybe my father also felt tired, so he took on all the blame,"

"In the end, my father was sacrificed by those elven priestesses as a sacrifice to the Dark Elves' god—Arosh."

"So I survived, carrying his will, watching him being sent to the altar by my mother, the Dark Elf's High Matriarch."

Anudale showed a mocking smile again, "Then my family began to fall into endless conspiracies and suspicions like those Drow. One of my brothers was even murdered by another brother. Don't you think it's infuriating!"

Karon turned his gaze to the Elf King beside him.

On that distinct face, huge veins bulged on his forehead, like terrifying earthworms wriggling under pale skin.

This indescribable anger made Anudale, the composed king, become cold.

"On the edge of the Dark Elf's main city are endless abandoned caves and ancient monster nests. The distorted creatures living in them, the Spider Drow Elves, those pitiful refugees who become distorted aliens, are also because of the trials set."

"All Drow who reach a certain level of ability will participate in the trial of the Dark Elf's main god Arosh. That bitch goddess, she tests their loyalty, tests their intelligence, and tests their abilities."

"Although other gods also test their believers, only this bitch tests her believers and races in such an absolutely evil, absolutely cruel, and extremely stupid way,"

"And is the only god who deliberately destroys the appearance and order of those pitiful people with such terrifying methods, and makes her believers live in pain forever."

Even though the gods are far away from Ekarnia, in an infinitely remote region, the abuse and contempt in the words of the Dark Elf King Anudale still caused some of the power of the elven goddess Arosh to be passively perceived.

In an instant, the world almost changed color. The Elf King Anudale, who was in the magical dragon god's tranquil realm, had his white hair flying, and his tyrannical aura suddenly soared. He roared to the sky, "Get out! I have already suffered your punishment. You did not kill me, and you cannot influence me."

The gentle and magnetic voice roared out with unprecedented rage, instantly shattering the passive power perception of that distant and powerful god, and shattering the surging clouds in the sky.

In an instant, the wind and waves calmed down, just like Anudale's calmed expression.

"You see, even people like us are tools that those gods high above want to control," Elf Anudale smiled calmly, "Lord Kogmora, do you think I can, like you, reverse all the habits of the Dark Elves, break the shackles and shackles left over for thousands of years, destroy those orders and systems that should not exist, and create a new era."

"It's difficult," Karon looked up at the setting sun about to sink into the horizon and said meaningfully, "Those gods will not allow some creatures to defy their will. They will cast down the light of destruction."

"If those gods were not also bound by the rules, those infinite material planes would be nothing more than toys that could be obtained at will in the eyes of the gods. They have the power to easily destroy the world."

Anudale chuckled and gently waved to the Drow elves on the sea.

Three Drow elf attendants walked up, holding three magical secret boxes sealed with magic runes. They saluted the four kings one by one before slowly revealing the magic seal strips.

Three beautiful Drow elf heads appeared before Karon's eyes. In the unclosed eyes of these female Drow elves, there were still the expressions of these invincible rulers before their deaths: surprise, astonishment, fear, and incomprehension.

"This is after I broke through three Dark Elf main cities and beheaded three Dark Elf Matriarchs. One of them is my mother,"

Anudale stared at Karon's eyes and said calmly, "I regard the Drow's main god Arosh as a despicable bitch, and I personally killed my mother to break the shackles and fetters on my body, just to lead the Drow who are willing to believe in me and follow me out of the boring and painful world of the Underdark,"

"This represents my determination, an unstoppable will," the Elf King said in a deep voice, "So I came here just to meet the Emperor of the Golden Empire and seek consensus, forge an alliance, and hope that you can withdraw from the conflict between the Underdark Elves and the Surface Elf Kingdom!"

"If the Golden Empire insists on participating in the war between the Dark Elves and the Surface Elves, then we will be irreconcilable enemies. I will ignore life and death for my goal!"

Karon and the legendary Elf King looked at each other calmly. Both sides' eyes contained unparalleled power. The soft body of the Dark Nest Lord Sharoth began to tense, and the dragonoid form of the White Scale King Germot began to swell, with fine white scales appearing on his skin.

"Are you threatening us? Or do you think the warriors of the Golden Empire have dulled their claws and rusted their swords?"

The White Dragon King Germot's tone began to change from the voice of a dragonoid to the unique overlapping echo of a dragon, resounding within the surrounding space.

Huge fangs flashed with chilling cold light, long necks quickly extended, and huge bodies were about to break free from the restraints of the transformation spell under Germot's will.

Under the tight black robe of the Dark Nest Lord Sharoth, the fair and delicate skin on her body began to slowly crack, and huge black iron feet with spider thorns, like phantoms, clawed behind Sharoth.

Eight compound eyes with the power of bewilderment and dreams slowly opened on the forehead and sides of the face of this legendary Lord. Magic driven by terrifying and evil will, like a spider web under a dark curtain, expanded in all directions with Sharoth's body as the center point.

And Karon Kogmora and the White Dragon Germot were at the central node area of this great net.

But the power of the Dark Lord Sharoth could not cover the will of the white-haired Elf King. Within Anudale's body, an image of the birth of an extremely terrifying will was taking shape vigorously, its momentum like an ambition reaching the sky, and the floating clouds of dusk could not block it.

An aura of calamity and destruction bloomed within Anudel's body, as if to crush even the immense true form of the white dragon, Gormoth, into powder.

"You, seek death?" Ancient dragon language echoed in layered tones, accompanied by an indescribable aura and pressure.

Crack, crack,

The dragonkin form of the Progenitor Red Dragon expanded in an instant, its scarlet and dazzling scales on its immense body like indescribable creations, its huge, ferocious fangs and thick, straight horns pointing towards the sky.

The seas churned, clouds and water raged; the five continents shook, wind and thunder surged.

A colossal true dragon manifested in the world, its unparalleled aura and will, for the first time without the slightest concealment, were nakedly exposed in this world of Ikania.

That supreme will of absolute power hidden in the deepest recesses of the Progenitor Red Dragon's heart—to sweep away all who and what obstruct, to be utterly invincible!