Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Malekith, is the Phoenix King?
What the hell are you kidding? Are the Phoenix Guards in the Platinum Flame Temple all pig-headed? !
Caledor's group, who should have reacted the most violently, had not yet moved, but Cohir had already pointed the blade of Cuiyin's ax at Kazuoin.

The warrior known for his cheerfulness was now like an angry lion, staring at the Phoenix Guard Captain with wide eyes.

"Is this your conspiracy? Kill Fenubar, blame all the sins on Drachnir and Belannar, and let a betrayer serve as the Phoenix King?!"

The captain of the White Lion Guard wanted to show his loyalty on the spot, but Imric was one step ahead of him.

The Dragon Prince looked at Malekith's unfamiliar and handsome face on the throne, the sarcasm on his face undisguised.

"Let us hear the confession of this traitor, Qohir. There are twenty dragons around Lothern, hundreds of dragon princes, the silver-helmet knights under the war lord, and the mistwalkers of Yrys must also be here. Do you mind offending the Phoenix Royal Court once?

Do you think that the Phoenix Guards led by Kadron can protect the Phoenix King? "

Cohir wanted to refute, but turned around and saw Imric's serious but cold expression, knowing that he would not be able to dominate the situation next.

The captain of the White Lion Guard walked silently behind Prince Caledor. He expressed his political leanings for the first time. As long as Imric killed the murderer, the elite left by Fenubar would be led by the Dragon Kingdom.

"So Malekith, you, a wild dog who escaped in the Fennuvar Plains, why are you here in Ulthuan now, to inherit your father's power after thousands of years? Or does the evil Witch Queen still think you are the right one? The unquestioned lord of all elves?”

Imric's inquiry was not answered by Malekith. A thin elf who had been missing in Ulthuan for a long time, walked to the right side of the "Phoenix King" at some point.

The appearance of Teclis made Tyrion extremely excited for a moment, but the current situation showed that the brother was on Malekith's side!
Tigris slowly described a realistic situation in a tone that was neither light nor light.

"Malekis, son of Aenarion, is the Phoenix King of all elves, chosen by the god Asuryan!"

The unquestionable tone made everyone present look at each other. Are you sure that the first thing you do after returning to Ulthuan will be so explosive?

Tyrion reacted the most violently, regarding Malekith as his lifelong enemy, and he roared like crazy.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. As great as Aenarion's contribution to the elves is, Malekith's harm to the elves will be so profound. Those compatriots who died in Ulthuan and in the corners of the world all died. At the hands of the Witch King!"

"Really..." Malekith murmured to himself, proving his identity as the Chosen One in an unquestionable way.

A ball of flames containing the divine power of creation rises from the hands of the Witch King. Every elf who has worshiped the Platinum Flame Temple will be deeply aware of the power and grandeur of Asuryan, and are willing to become a part of the creation god's plan. a chess piece,
At this moment, the flames in the Witch King's hands gave everyone this feeling. In the flames, they could see the past, present and future, the origin of the race, the end of life, and the dark destiny...

Malekith stood up slowly, pulled out the Sword of Creation, and swung it forward with a virtual slashing gesture. A bottomless crack appeared from the center of the palace and passed by Imric's feet.

"The power of Asuryan..."

"Undoubted divine power..."

For a moment, no one dared to doubt the power in Malekith's hands, but if they wanted to prove in one sentence that he was the Phoenix King, they would probably not take the die-hard hawk Imrik seriously.

In the eyes of everyone, Imrik did not fight back, but instead took out an item from his arms.

A headband embellished with gemstones, with countless indescribable inscriptions carved on it. The moment it was taken out, the light covered everything...

"Phoenix Crown!"

Gilgalion's exclamation made everyone realize what exactly was in the hands of the Dragon Prince.

And Imric also said a word, directed at Malekith. "Then the question arises. The platinum flames symbolize your status as Asuryan's Chosen One, while the Phoenix Crown indicates the orthodox status of the Elf Monarch. I have been elected and become the legitimate Phoenix King of Asuryan. It is the election that everyone expects.

And where does your legal orthodoxy come from, the identity of your father Aenarion, or the choice of Asuryan? "

One sentence clarified Imric's understanding of the Phoenix King. Whether the monarch of Assur was chosen by God or came from public opinion.

This issue did not pay much attention in the past. In Asul's subconscious, the monarch and the divine choice were actually one.

Now Imric has become the Phoenix King in the hearts of the people, while Malekith has become the Phoenix King in the will of God, completely dividing the ambiguous relationship between the two.

Malekith, who thought he was sure of victory, did not expect that Imrik would bring out an item that could shake the Phoenix King's essence, a crown shaped with the blessings of all gods and elves.

Cohir, Tyrion, Eltharion, and Gilgalion, who disliked Caledor the most, all chose to stand behind Imric at this moment, showing their support for the Phoenix King in a political sense, rather than a The choice made by the gods with brain cramps.

When all the princes and princesses stood behind him, Imrik laughed sarcastically, looking at Malekith who had lost his original calm expression.

"It seems that Assur is not willing to let the gods make the decision, then everything is over, Malekith!"

With a call, dozens of dragon roars were heard in the distance, and the war lord also blew his whistle, causing the silver-helmeted knights who were waiting around the Phoenix King's Court to step in immediately.

Knight Tal Gavor broke through the obstruction of the clouds, leaped down from the sky, and pointed his sharp gaze at Malekith, who was surrounded by Phoenix Guards.

Of course none of this will end anytime soon…

Imric left no trace, pretending to be angry and looked at Teclis.

With Malekith's nature, as long as he is too soft, he will definitely organize all Druchi to abandon the city, attack Ulthuan, and seize his father's position by force.

How to let Malekith go has become a problem.

All it takes to kill is a slash across the throat, but saving someone is not an easy task.

Imrik, who took out his sword, turned to look at Tyrion and Eltharion, and motioned to come together. Don't worry about the bullshit duel honor. Killing Malekith on the spot is the only way to safeguard Assur's thousand-year cause. The best way.

Kadroin stepped forward alone, but the god-given halberd and martial arts did not give him half an advantage when facing Imrik.

Everyone who noticed the change in the situation immediately targeted the Phoenix Guard, which made Malekith very embarrassed.

Just because the person who fought most bravely and hard during this period was none other than Adira.

But what really made him uncomfortable was the sneer on Drachnir's face. Prince Caledor held his hands empty, and the pure magical energy was gathering at a rapid pace.

But sensing that something was wrong, the first person who thought of escaping was not Malekith, but Teclis.

The Supreme Archmage used magic to block several spears thrown at Malekith, and there was a rare hint of urgency in his calm tone.

"Your Majesty, please move to Naggaroth. We cannot place our hopes on a group of unbelievers who cannot understand the profound meaning of Asuryan." (End of this chapter)