Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 902 The Last "Phoenix King"

I had a dream and saw the birth of a second son named Malekith, who thrived in the never-relaxing environment of the military camp. A tall and handsome man taught martial arts, and his beautiful mother taught magic.

Everyone has the highest expectations for him, and every dragon prince who fights under the guardians praises Prince Nagaryth for inheriting the mission of Aenarion and the dragon tamers, and protecting the world in a precarious world. Sue Ann.

Prince Nagaryth tried his best to live up to his father's honor. He was born with a great mission to lead the elves to make up for the trauma of the Chaos invasion and restore the world to the rule of the Phoenix King.

Countless elite soldiers went deep into the Annuli Mountains to hunt down all monsters that threatened the elves and seal the remaining chaotic energy in remote areas.

The prince has repeatedly supported the kingdoms of Ulthuan in the War Council, claiming that as long as Nagaryth is around, no threat can affect the elves.

Ships set off from Nagaryth one by one, heading to the distant old world to expand territory. Colonies were re-established in his hands, expelling the enemies of Chaos and leaving the civilized world.

Establish an alliance with the High King, the oceans and plains will belong to the elves, and the mountains will belong to the dwarves. The two sides will forever form friendship and bring order to the world.

Everything is developing towards the expectations of the sages, and every elf is gaining honor and wealth along the way. Precious products from all over the world are sent to Ulthuan via countless ships for the elves to enjoy.

Until that massacre at the most sacred place occurred...

The only possibility for Malekith to appear here is that he is about to launch a general offensive against Ulthuan.

"Cohir? Cohir? Cohir!"

"You will not succeed, Imric. This Caledor blood descendant who defeated you will not hesitate to tear apart Druzi's dark army and banish you to the cold frozen soil forever!"

A thin, handsome man emerged from the magic pool in the center. His long hair was as deep as the night, and his purple eyes confirmed the Nagaryth bloodline flowing in his body.

In the royal court protected by countless magics, Fenuba suddenly woke up, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was shaking unconsciously.

He poured two glasses on his own, came to Fenuba, and handed out the thing in his left hand, but what he got in the end was that the Phoenix King knocked it away with a palm, and the wine splashed on the expensive black silk dress.

Malekith didn't feel that his good intentions did not yield good results. After taking a sip of Ulthuan's wine, he said calmly,

Malekith stood up straight and walked in front of the wine cabinet. He took out a bottle of rare wine quite skillfully, opened the cork in his nostrils and took a sniff.

"Very good stuff, there is no such good wine in Nagaros."

The Phoenix King raised his palm, stared at his skin in ecstasy, and murmured to himself,

"I, what happened to me..."

"Finuba, as a Phoenix King, are you willing to be a puppet? Everyone knows that Caledor covets the Phoenix Throne, but you can only cater to him with a smile, worried that you will lose him if you make a mistake with your words. The throne..."

He immediately thought of his most trusted guard, but no matter how many times he called, he could only hear the Phoenix King's echo in the room.

But now, apart from the deathly silence of the central magic pool, there is only a little starlight seeping in from the windows.

"You have witnessed my past, and you should understand that I am Asuryan's choice. All the betrayals, lies, torture, violence, fear, murder, disputes that happened among the elves are all accompanying this trial. .”

Malekith, dressed in the attire of ancient Nagaryth, bowed to Fenubar, who was still in a dazed state.

"I am willing to serve you, His Majesty the Holy Phoenix King."

Fenuba was very familiar with this handsome man, and it was this familiarity that alarmed him the most.

"Where is this?" He raised his head and looked around. This royal court, which is the last protective wall of the Phoenix King, should have elite white lion guards standing guard at all times.

"what!"

The inexplicable sound made Fenuba's body tense up. He remembered that the owner of the sound was none other than Malekith, who had been observing him in his dream for a long time!

"Witch King..."

"Absurd words, I am the Phoenix King!"

Malekith smiled, pacing back and forth around Fenubar's throne, caressing the throne carved with flaming phoenixes with his fingers.

"Isn't it possible that His Majesty the Phoenix King is unwilling to accept the divine voice of Asu Yan?"

......... An incomprehensible cold murmur appeared in Fenuba's mind instantly after Malekith finished speaking. Every syllable seemed to be telling - death.

The cold black and white face of the god is filled with Fenuba's eyes. In this emotionless face, there is only a curse for every deceiver.

Gods above gods don't care about anything, not even themselves, but the only thing Asuryan cares about is Malekith's fate!

The exhaustion-like sweat made the Phoenix King's crown robe extremely wet. While maintaining the last bit of control over his body, Fenuba recounted all this with resentment.

"Your father is a coward who only cares about the present. Because of his anger, Kane's curse spread among the elves, and your final fate will be ended by Caledor, who makes up for your father's mistakes."

If someone dared to slander his father in the past, Malekith would make him pay a heavy price.

But the decades in the Chaos Demon Realm only made the Witch King's heart become darker and deeper.

Moreover, it was not Malekith's habit to talk nonsense with a dying person. He preferred that Fenubar turn into a corpse and stay in the hall of the real Phoenix King, quietly listening to the will of Asuryan's incarnation.

After drinking the last drop of wine in the glass, Malekith stopped pacing on the throne, seeming to be feeling something and reminiscing.

"Calledor, Caledor, the name I once longed for has turned into a demon in my dreams countless times, destroying my ambitions and dreams time and time again.

But failure is an experience. I can fail countless times, but you cannot fail once. "

Fenuba, who was holding the throne with his palms, was hysterical and wanted to break through the confinement of his body and soul, and uttered his last words of contempt to the Witch King.

As a Phoenix King, he must not make any compromise with the Witch King. Even if Malekith is indeed Asuryan's choice, the monarch of Asuryan will defend the last trace of dignity of the race.

On the last stone before death, Fenuba's pale face showed undisguised sarcasm.

"Your fate of failure will never change... Whether it is for Snorri or Alisara... you are still a loser.

And I will witness this..."

Snorri and Alishara are the eternal forbidden areas in Malekith's heart. The former is the dwarf brother he regards as his lifelong best friend, and the latter is his true love wife.

And without exception, Malekith made the wrong decision...

The crystal fragments that fell from Malekith's fingers showed that Fenubar's words did have a certain impact on the Witch King.

"Snorri...Alyssa..."

While he was muttering to himself, a guard wearing phoenix armor and a winged helmet silently walked into the room, with the magic particles wandering around him, his eyes filled with calmness that penetrated everything, and the divine light emitted by the rune halberd. , all of which explain their identity.

Guardian of the Temple of Asuryan - Captain of the Phoenix Guard, Kadron.

The silent Kadron watched everything happen from outside. Asuryan's prophecies showed time and time again that only Malekith could lead the elves through the dark moments in the future.

The sound of footsteps caused Malekith to stop his feelings and turn back into a cold king, giving orders to the God-chosen captain in an unquestionable tone.

"Kadroin, remember the plan of action later. I need the boy from the Caledor family to be the trigger."

The Phoenix Guard who didn't respond was also the best response.

After Malekith disappeared into the magic pool, Kazuoin put down his rune halberd, found a clean towel, carefully wiped Fenuba's sweaty body, straightened out the wrinkled Phoenix King's crown robe, Place on the armrest.

At the last moment, the Phoenix Guard left the world in a dignified way for His Majesty, who only reigned for more than two hundred years...

(End of this chapter)