Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Alaros, we don't have to do this..."

Tyrion hadn't drawn the Sun Sword yet. He knew clearly the strength of the top elves' warriors. Except for Masno, who was hard to figure out, the Aenarion bloodline was confident that it could surpass all the elves in martial arts.

His memory of drawing the Cain Sword was very vague. Except for the roar of Orion before his death, there was almost no impression.

The hesitant Aenarion bloodline made Kuran, who was watching from the side, sneer: "Tyrion, if you give up this opportunity, let me do it... Believe me, many elves are interested in his head.

I'm right, Kadrain."

Kadrain's shoulders trembled slightly, and his increasingly cold temperament told that the relationship between the three elves was not as harmonious as it seemed on the surface... From the perspective of the captain of the Phoenix Guard, Alaros was an accomplice who helped Lilith steal the power of Asuryan, and was also one of the murderers who made the Phoenix Lord silent in the temple.

Kuran turned around again and faced the Prince Caledor and the Grand Master of the Horned Viper who had arrived late: "Or Draknir and Elvis?"

"You should shut up Kuran. There are many people who want to kill him. You should stand in line at the back." Elvis sneered. His grandfather died in the divination ceremony planned by Lilith. In the past, he was reluctant to take action against the accomplices due to personal feelings. Now that he has found the right opportunity, it may not be too late to settle accounts.

"Count me in... I hope his head can make Lilith feel a little happy." The elusive Shadow King came out with the shrill cry of the crow, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind, like an evil ghost eager to seek revenge for the misfortune of a thousand years.

A group of elves with murderous intent were ready to start with Alaros, which made the Twilight sisters more embarrassed. Even if Orian was alive, he could not stop so many top elf masters.

The Phoenix King on the stage was ambiguous, only expressing his respect for Alaros's ideas. If he was eager to die, Imrik would give him a quick death.

But if Alaros gave in... it was impossible.

The sisters, who were in tune with each other, were ready to seek external help. The mysterious connection with Alarielle let the queen know what happened in Athel Loren soon.

"Your Majesty, Avalon sent a communication request." North whispered beside him, but only let Imrik wave his hand.

"Before the dispute of the elves' division is completely ended, the queen is forbidden to participate in any affairs."

This is serious... The Twilight sisters understood.

The twins slowly walked to Alaros' side, proving their attitude with actions.

Neralis stared at Prince Caledor. She knew the nightmare he was wandering in the night, but she also hoped that he could understand that Asrai could not live without Alaros.

"Draknir, do you choose to stand in front of your maid."

Draknir shook his head firmly, his eyes were a little sad at first, but soon became extremely firm.

"If you resent my actions, I am willing to apologize in my personal name... But as the current Lord of Caledor, I need to give an explanation to the heroes who died in vain."

Without further explanation, Draconir showed his father and son's attitude towards this final outcome with his actions. Prince Caledor raised his shield and slammed into Naralis. His other hand reached out to Arohan's waist and abdomen, preparing to forcibly drag the Twilight Twins away from here.

The twins moved very quickly, but Draconir was serious. After blocking two sharp arrows with his shield, a cold gaze came out of his eyes, temporarily shocking the Twilight sisters, and then the three of them turned into shadows and disappeared in front of the throne.

Prince Caledor acted quickly, but the rest of the people were slow to act. Tyrion, who was named by Alaros, was hesitant. He didn't want to stain his hands with the blood of his compatriots.

And he himself was a little confused. He was inexplicably blamed for several big black pots, and he still didn't understand the true situation of Lilith.

The remaining people who wanted to kill Alaros were also waiting for Imrik's decision. They didn't mind coming one by one...

After waiting for a long time, Tyrion, who was reluctant to draw his sword, finally made Imrik sigh. He slowly walked down the throne in his crown and stretched out his right hand to Tyrion.

The Sun Sword did not exclude the bloodline from Caledor. This artifact forged by stealing the glory of the sun in ancient times has now returned to the hands of the descendants of the forger.

Compared with Tyrion's reckless expertise, the Phoenix King, who is blessed with many powers, can undoubtedly sense the power of the flame in the sword more clearly.

Tyrion consciously retreated. Since Imrik did not choose to draw the Sword of Creation, he was giving Alaros a chance, which was acceptable to him.

"Your Majesty, the son of Harandur is willing to uphold tradition and solve this minor trouble for you..." Elvis narrowed his eyes, his blood was boiling, calling for Asrai to be killed...

Imric shook his head gently. This shit throne cannot be sat on without some stains. An Asrai who has an ambiguous attitude towards Lilith means that there are many such people in Athel Loren.

If killing one Alaros is not enough, then continue until Asrai understands that the only one they can worship and submit to is the Phoenix King.

"Hero, speaking of it, we haven't officially fought yet... I hope your strength will be better than before."

Alaros gritted his teeth and pulled out the spear from the ground, threw the shield aside, and completely gave up defense. With the left spear and the right sword, he attacked the Phoenix King who had sworn allegiance.

Anyone with a discerning eye knew that Alaros could not defeat Imric. Perhaps leaving a blood mark on the crown was his greatest achievement.

But they also understood that Imric would probably not kill Alaros...

The Yanyang Sword thrust forward, and the power of Aksha contained in the runes on the sword burned even more vigorously in the hands of the Phoenix King, like a volcano erupting directly towards Aralos's face.

Spears and swords cut through the flames, and the edges of the green leaf cloak burned a little, but Aralos still sprinted.

Finally, he arrived in front of the Phoenix King. His spear, like lightning, pierced the king's defenseless chest without hesitation.

The strong palm easily grasped the wooden handle of the spear, and the other sharp sword aimed at the Phoenix King's neck was quickly blocked by the Yanyang Sword.

Aralos tried to draw out the weapon, but found that no matter how hard he struggled, the object in his hand did not move at all. The elf in front of him was extremely calm, but there was only emotionless indifference in his eyes.

Under the surprised expression of the brave man, Imrik's lips moved slightly, and his cold tone was completely different from the voice in his memory.

"Lilith, if you want to save your lover, then hurry up..."

Before Aralos could react, the spear in his left hand had already ignited into a ball of white flames, and the continuous exertion of his right hand failed. He realized that something was wrong, and ducked to avoid, but only saw a scorching fire ball heading towards him. Head attack.

This was his last impression, and it was also the final impression everyone had of Araloth's stay in Athel Loren before the mist emerged.

Having lost his opponent, Imric watched the divine power coming from the west, taking Araloth away, and threw the Sun Sword towards Tyrion, leaving only a few words.

"Araros has effectively defected, and any elf is obliged to kill this accomplice of Lilith." (End of this chapter)