Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Time always passes inadvertently, with Drachnir thinking, Alarielle mediating the conflicts between the parties, and Eltharion watching the situation.

Half a year has passed since the war lord issued the assembly order and launched the expedition to Athel Loren. The passionate Asul responded to Tyrion's call and contributed their efforts to recapture the Supreme Mage.

But the actual situation far exceeded Tyrion and the staff's expectations. Regardless of the current situation in Ulthuan, Alarielle forcibly skipped many aspects of the Phoenix King's election and prepared to directly find a leader to lead Asur forward. monarch.

At this moment, Imric happened to have returned from the old world, and with a huge army of tens of thousands, passed by the Emerald Gate of Lothern and headed towards the port of Caledor Rest.

Tyrion, Eltharion, Drachnir... a group of people with real influence in Ulthuan arrived at the Phoenix King's courtyard one after another.

Depending on the current situation, the performances of all parties were completely different. Tyrion's face was anxious and gloomy, and he didn't care about the Phoenix King who was about to appear.

There is some relief in Eltharion's grim expression. The eastern part of the Outer Rim has obtained a large number of political concessions in the election. Among them, Caledor has promised the most benefits. As long as Imric is crowned Phoenix King, the generous conditions are enough for Yris to digest. Hundreds of years.

Draknir, on the other hand, maintained an imperceptible calm expression, as if the election, which was directly related to him, had nothing to do with it at all.

According to the charter, Assur, who has gained the upper hand in many rounds, should be proposed as the primary nominee.

Under the gaze of all the princes and princesses, Drachnir said his father's name without any pressure.

"Imrik, Ulthuan must be led by Prince Caledor. Facts have proved that my father is the perfect choice for the Phoenix King in every aspect. Only he can lead Assur to its ancient glory."

There was silence for a while, and of course no one dared to refute Dracnir's proposal. After all, there were more than a dozen dragon princes behind Prince Caledor, and the sharp swords on their waists would not become dull because of their noble status.

Gilgarion was slightly sarcastic and did not directly refute the proposal, choosing to understand it in another way.

"Then where is Prince Draknir's father, His Highness the Dragon Prince Imrik, whom Caledor respects, at this time? I hope that staying in the old world for a long time has not given the dragon lord an aura of backwardness and barbarism. The Holy Phoenix King will not allow a trace of stain."

"Haha." Draconir did not respond, and faced Prince Elion with a sneer across his chest.

During a period of silence, a dragon prince who was staying behind Drachnir took off the dragon helmet that concealed his face and asked with interest.

"Oh? Maybe you should be braver and show the spirit of a man in the inner circle when Aslay asked for the Supreme Mage, instead of hiding in a cave and trembling like a wild dog with missing teeth raised by Druzi, praying Bows and arrows will not pierce the throat, Gilgarion."

Gilgalion narrowed his eyes. Even though he had not yet seen his true appearance, the familiar tone and tone were unmistakable.

Looking at the handsome but arrogant face after taking off the dragon helmet, Gilgarion did not feel afraid, but instead continued to sarcastically say.

"Thank you for your compliments. I hope that all Caledor's actions in the Badlands go smoothly. I believe that the alliance with the dwarves will definitely make His Majesty the Brave King feel gratified and bridge the hatred between the two races. This is something that even His Majesty Finuba has not achieved. What a feat.”

Imric walked to a position parallel to Drachnir, took the child and took off the fire dragon crest ring that symbolized the prince's position, and then put it on his ring finger again, and asked in confusion.

"Really? As the Lord of Caledor, I should really thank Elion for his kindness, but I also really hope that you can have some intention to protect Ulthuan, instead of always counting on Caledor to save me. Druzi, Ah Sly, who's next, the wild Yankee?"

Cohir's Cuiyin ax struck the solid stone three times, putting the Phoenix King's election on track, which had been interrupted by the dispute between the two princes. "Your Highnesses, please pay attention to the occasion."

Imrik was noncommittal, and Gilgarion snorted and said it was over.

What surprise will happen in this election? It will be that Imric becomes the eleventh Phoenix King by everyone's recommendation.

The newly appointed High Priest of the Platinum Flame Temple, under the playful gaze of Drachnir, forced his body to tremble as he stepped onto the stage, faced everyone, and announced his next action.

"Do you have any doubts about Imric, the Lord of Caledor, becoming the Phoenix King?"

The high priest deeply hopes that someone will rise up to oppose him. If Imric takes over the Phoenix Court, and with Drachnir's hostile attitude towards the Platinum Flame Temple, a large number of people will definitely be purged.

Even if the Platinum Flame Temple deliberately interfered and allowed Asuryan's holy fire to burn Imrik to death when Teclis was detained in Athel Loren, B'Elannar controlled the fire-avoidance spell.

This time...it was the divine authority that was at a disadvantage.

Under the expectant gaze of the high priest, Tyrion was the first to express his approval. He only hoped that Imrik could support the expedition to Athel Loren and recapture his brother.

As the other main contender, Eltharion analyzed Imric's achievements in front of everyone and believed that only Prince Caledor could lead the future of Assur, so he also took the initiative to vote in favor.

At this point, with major competitors surrendering one after another, Imrik's position as Phoenix King seems to be within reach.

The high priest suppressed his uneasiness, waved the staff of Asuryan and prepared to announce the god's intention. He asked Imrik to prepare for a period of time and go straight to the Platinum Flame Temple to accept the holy fire test.

But someone was one step ahead of him...

The Phoenix Guards appeared out of nowhere, surrounded the Phoenix King's Court in Cohir's surprised eyes, and aimed their halberds at a group of Caledor dragon princes headed by Imric.

As the captain, Kazuoin, under the gaze of everyone, took the staff of Asuryan, symbolizing the power to replace the high priest and declare the title of Phoenix King.

An elf, an elf dressed in the dress of ancient Nagaryth, once again entered a familiar place.

The so-called familiarity is not the architecture, but the familiar ritual links.

Malekith walked alone into the center of the courtyard, always being pointed at Asuryan's staff. This sacred intention simply showed that God had chosen this stranger who suddenly appeared.

No one knew the true identity of the black-haired elf. Amidst the confusion, Malekith sat peacefully on the golden throne symbolizing the Phoenix King.

Kadroin followed the steps of the God's Chosen, and the God-given halberd and scepter served as a barrier to protect him in front of the throne. A hoarse voice came from his throat that had not been opened for a hundred years.

"Malekis is the Phoenix King." (End of Chapter)