Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Imrik."

The maid vigorously shook the Phoenix King under the Oak of Time. It had been a long time since she had seen her master like this. His ecstasy eyes were hollow and deep, and his unfocused pupils were like a memory that Phyllis least wanted to mention...

Nagaryth preserves many remnants of the pre-Aenarion era. When that god could still walk in the mortal world and the Maelstrom did not appear, the elves carved many statues of the god.

The face of Asu Yan was the only thing left, and his empty and profound eyes were just like the current Phoenix King.

Imrik paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly and held the maid's hand on his shoulder: "Is it also the maid's duty to interrupt the master's thinking?"

"No, but I'm worried... We all saw it yesterday. You really wanted to kill Araloth in the end. In my impression, Imrik would not do such a reckless thing."

The maid hugged her master from behind. She was afraid, afraid that the proud, stubborn and honorable prince would turn into a cold incarnation.

No one could predict the cost of becoming an incarnation of Asuryan. Except for Aenarion, there was no precedent to analyze it, and no one dared to risk the burden of defying the authority of kings and gods to consider the situation of the current Phoenix King.

"Has Menil grown up?" Imrik mentioned something that had nothing to do with today. If he thought about it carefully, he had not seen his lovely little grandson for nearly a year. A kid with short silver hair, a family tradition.

"He has reached my waist, and he will definitely learn to communicate with Minas Nir in dragon language in the near future... Many people are criticizing that he is not like Draknir, who naturally understands dragon language, but I believe Menil He can also become a monarch who is not inferior to his father.”

"I really want to see him...Forget it, let's settle the matter at hand first." Imric pulled the maid's arm away, and he was ready to lead the expedition himself.

After throwing all the blame to Lilith, he should have put an end to the calamity that had befallen the elves for thousands of years. This was not only a matter for Caledor and several friendly kingdoms, but also for the entire elven race.

"Where is my Warlord located?"

Phyllis' lips moved slightly. She didn't want Imrik to go to the battlefield again. Asuryan's influence seemed to be getting more serious. Normally, the Phoenix King might miss Menil for a long time, but now it was over with just one sentence.

"The coastline of Briogne."

"It seems perfect for him to personally knock down the tower of the Lake Goddess and Fairy."

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Eltharion did not participate in yesterday's trial in Athel Loren. It was not because he was busy with military affairs. The network of guiding stones laid in advance throughout the old world was enough to allow the elves to quickly transfer important personnel.

Yesterday, Radlili, the goddess of the mist whom he had devoutly believed in for hundreds of years... told the truth. She was Lilith.

The dual contradiction between faith and duty made him heartbroken. Lilith hoped that Eltharion would help Araloth escape, but she had no concern about the dilemma that Prince Yris would face if he did so.

In the end, Eltharion chose to take off the cloak with the mark of Radlili and look at Ulthuan's homeland alone at the seaside. It seemed that in the mist rising from the sea, he could see the kingdom that had been protected by Radlili for thousands of years.

"Cavill, do you think what I did is wrong?"

The adjutant stood with his sword in hand, looking into the distance side by side with the war lord, with a cold tone: "The name Asur comes from the variant of Asuryan. We are a race born by the grace of the Creator God. Although his indifferent attitude towards everything makes me The clan has suffered many disputes...

But Eltharion, just like the great Aenarion six thousand years ago, voluntarily martyred himself to Asuryan, and only then will the God of Creation bestow divine grace... Imric, you and I both firmly believe that he is the successor to Ainar. Rio's orthodox Phoenix King.

Lilith cannot change the decision of the God of Creation, and neither can Radlili... We are grateful to her for protecting Yris for thousands of years, but we also firmly believe that Asura is the master of the elves. "

"..." He nodded silently, describing Elsharion's still hesitant attitude. It was difficult for the devout God's Chosen to accept it. This was a multi-layered entanglement.

If Imric had known that Radlili was Lilith, he would still have been willing to show him his most sincere friendship without any intention of separating...

"We are always faced with difficult choices. This is what Mr. Beranal taught every student."

"The teacher likes you, which makes us all envious, but we also know that you are worthy of his attention, Eltharion."

The fang sword was slowly drawn out, and the divine seal cloak flying in the sea breeze was cut off in the hands of Prince Yris, and the mist that lingered forever on the sea dissipated into the world.

"Tear down the Radlili altar that accompanied the army and replace it with the Asuryan holy beast. Yris needs to find a new way out."

The Mist Walker Legion is a rare Ulthuan legendary force that has undergone many rectifications and upgrades. It is known for its insurmountable tenacity and elusive assault, two completely contradictory styles.

The elves of Yris are tenacious and unyielding, and the protection of Radlili walks in the mist. But losing the latter at this moment makes all the soldiers feel... absurd.

Eltharion did not bother to hide the truth. After announcing Radlili's disguise, he ignored the advice of his close associates, mainly hoping to give the soldiers some buffer time, and insisted on changing the god worshiped by Yris's army to Asuryan.

If the Phoenix Lord looks after us, he can keep Iris safe and sound!

This is also the reason why several phoenixes came across the sea and flew side by side with the knights of Tal Gaiwo.

The appearance of the holy beast made the soldiers feel much better. The polytheistic elves rarely adhered to the belief in one god, but their respective kingdoms still retained the mainstream belief. Since the holy beast of Asuryan came in person, it must be that the God-High God sensed the piety of Yvresse.

But what really excited the soldiers was the halo of light emanating from the bodies of several brave warriors who prostrated themselves devoutly in front of the black and white sculpture of Asuryan.

The halo was exactly the same as that of the Phoenix Guard. Under the protection of the God-High God, magic and weapons could not hurt them at all. The awareness of fate could help the warriors to be brave and unstoppable.

Under the temporary replacement flag, the Yvresse elves proudly raised the eagle and phoenix flags. Imrik showed tolerance to the elves who had lost their way and allowed the war lord to fight with the mark of the God-High God.

Under the attention of the crowd, Isharion stood beside Stormwing. The master and servant were still firm. Even if the confusion in their hearts increased a little, it would not lose a bit of sharpness.

"I am the Elven Empire War Lord, Prince Iris Eltharion... In the name of Asuryan and the Phoenix King, I swear to make the Moon Maiden Lilith, who has caused countless tragedies in the elves, fail in her tragic plan in the human kingdom of Bretonnia!

Tearing down the Tower of the Lake Fairy is the first step in our reckoning!" (End of this chapter)