Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Aenarion, the eternal guardian, the unquestioned lord of all elves.

Some people in later generations commented that his actions were too reckless. He was greedy for the little achievements he had achieved in front of him and was unwilling to participate in Caledor Dragon Tamer's maelstrom plan. The cultivation of Malekith was an indelible stain on his glorious life.

What the reigning era was like can only be compiled by future generations, but no one doubts that Aenarion is the most powerful warrior in the elven race and even in the entire world.

When he was angry at the death of the eternal queen Astriel at the hands of the demon Slaanesh, and went to the Desolate Islands with the legendary dragon Indra Gurnir to find the Holy Sword of Kane, even the four gods were trying to persuade the guardian. Not worth it...

"Yes, Aenarion...what an honorable name."

Aenarion, whose beam of light floated out from Eltharion's shoulder, stood in this place shrouded by Lilith's moonlight and sighed. Fighting, slaughter, suffering... Even after six thousand years, this world still has no The slightest change only made it more bloody.

Araloth held the spear tightly, his glaring eyes could not believe this scene: "Impossible, you have been killed by Imric..."

Aenarion nodded calmly, as if responding to Araloth, and also questioning the Moon Maiden who was watching above him: "I lost to him... Even with the supplement of divine power provided by Asuryan, he was more powerful than I expected... suitable."

"Why did you get out of my body..." Elsharion was troubled, but suddenly a picture flashed across his face.

Outside Karak Dreadnaught, Imrik once slapped him heavily on the shoulder. At that time, the watcher thought that this was a temporary shelter from the power of Asuryan, but they did not expect...

"Did he expect this?"

Aenarion remained calm and did not mind answering Eltharion's question: "Well, I made a deal with him... He is a sensible man. I have never owed anything to the elves, but I still have a relationship with the mortal world. Some regrets.

There are many reasons that contributed to Malekith becoming the evil Witch King... I am one of them, and so is Moras. She and I have paid the price, even though Malekith did not do anything wrong, but... I still want to make up for it for my father’s sake. "

"Lilith...don't let me down with what you prepared."

With a gentle push from Aenarion, Eltharion had left the trap prepared for him under the power of the guardian.

And the person standing in the original domain has just changed from the watchman of Ulthuan to the guardian, the legendary monarch who has been sung by the elves for six thousand years.

The Guardian stands proudly. He can ignore the destruction of the world, but he must make the person who plotted against Malekith pay the price. That is what he owes his children... He is not a qualified father and husband.

"The Elf God King... you have the same face as Asuryan, but I don't find a trace of the spirit of the God King, Araloth."

A weapon in the shape of the Sun Sword emerged from Aenarion's hand. He was exactly the same as Tyrion. After raising the Sword of Kane, he did not regard the holy sword as the royal power inlaid with three Phoenix Kings like Malekith. Tin staff.

He is a warrior, from beginning to end, and the eternal guardian will only save the world in a way he can understand.

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During the attack on the Tower of the Lady of the Lake, Tyrion commanded from the rear. The War Lord trusted his brother without reservation and questioned the fate of Yris together with Stormwing.

"The Knights of Tal Gaiwo moved twelve kilometers north, ready to deal with the Pegasus Knights who may be supported by Palaon... The Triton Guards defended in place, and the protective artillery and mages deployed.

The mixed force of the Sword Master of Hoth moves to the Tower 2 area and must intercept any members of the Holy Grail Church who may leave... The Dragon Prince is on standby. Unless you want to try the Flaming Sun Sword afterwards, don't attack easily. I need you to be in a suitable position. Take the opportunity to capture the tower in one fell swoop. "

"You're really tough, Tyrion... maybe we should change positions?"

"Shut up, Edtelis, you don't want to stay in this moldy command room. Prepare for your attack."

"Already obey your orders, Your Highness Prince Itaien..."

After joking, Tyrion felt much happier. He didn't care about the life and death of the Bretonnians and did not issue any precautions to pay attention to civilian casualties.

Except for the fact that Elsharion, who had been difficult to contact so far, made him a little worried, the rest of the things went smoothly.

The Holy Grail Knights were all busy praying to the lady in the church. Although the Exploration Knights who hurried back were brave and fearless, and the Kingdom Knights' familiarity with the local information, they did create a little trouble.

But this trouble was solved with the brief reorganization of the Woodland Council, whose loyalty to the Queen was vaguely biased towards the Phoenix Queen.

The greenwood robbers hiding in the corners of the ravine had nowhere to hide under the rain of ranger arrows. The Aslay radicals, led by the Greyhawks, were bound to question the lady's actions. No one knew where the Phoenix King was that night. What to think about, whether he would challenge Aslay for being a traitor in Araloth.

They don't have many opportunities. Raising the butcher knife without mercy to Bretonnia is the chance for redemption. This world will always reward loyalty with blood and kill as the capital of loyalty.

With the situation so good, Tyrion couldn't help but drink some wine. When the maid poured down the Lothern wine, he just took it with his steady palm, but accidentally knocked over the wine glass.

Tyrion looked to the left side of the battlefield in disbelief. A throbbing from his blood and soul was echoing, calling him to enter this bloody battlefield.

The will of Cain, which had not appeared for a long time, seemed to condense that handsome face behind him again.

"Tyrion..."

The anxious red-haired girl wanted to support Tyrion's palm, but was immediately stopped by the raised hand.

"Don't come close... I need a little time."

Tyrion found the magic stone that communicated with brothers. He thought that Teclis also felt palpitations...

"Who is he..."

Teclis' calm tone was solemn: "Aenarion... I didn't expect that Imrik had convinced him. Don't worry about it. This matter has nothing to do with you and me."

"But he is..." Tyrion wanted to say that he was their ancestor, the honorable first generation Phoenix King.

"He is Malekith's father and Morath's husband... Don't get close to him, Tyrion.

You still have the will of Cain in your soul. This is the backup we left behind. If you approach Aenarion, who once pulled out Cain's holy sword, rashly, you may awaken the sleeping God of Bloody Hands."

"Damn it!" After Teclis cut off the communication, Tyrion cursed. He longed to see Aenarion and wanted to see what kind of heroic figure the man with the same face as him looked like.

"Artillery, mages, priests... Destroy the walls of Brione for me!" (End of this chapter)