Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Malekith ran away again and caused an uproar. This was different from the previous two times. He was carrying the name of Asuryan's Chosen and inherited his father's orthodox identity.

Many scholars want to have a specific debate on the two issues of divine election and democratic election, so as to find some sense of presence at this critical moment and avoid being dragged to the front line as cannon fodder when the war begins.

Of course, every Asur has the right to speak freely, but the chief magic swordsman doesn't mind observing whether the speech is accurate and reasonable...

In the hall where Malekith slashed the cracks, the captain of the White Lion Guard, one of the symbols of the Phoenix King, knelt before Imric. His intention was very obvious.

"Malekis is a traitor. No matter how many weird things he does, he cannot shake the essence of the evil Witch King.

Since His Highness Drachnir had nothing to do with the death of His Majesty Fenubar, I believe that only the blood of Caledor can lead Assur through the dark ages.

Please crown me Your Majesty! "

Cohir's statement gave everyone a backbone. They all knelt down on one knee to express their surrender to Imric, and expressed their loyalty to the world with a passionate voice. It was as if there had never been a so-called election, only Kaler. The Lord of Many can become the Phoenix King.

Imric stared at everyone kneeling down on one knee, his eyes flickering for a long time. Amidst all the expectations, fears, and worries, he slowly walked to the golden throne of the Phoenix King and caressed the gilded armrest.

Adila was a little overwhelmed by this inexplicable behavior. Now is the best time. As long as the Eternal Queen comes out to witness the coronation ceremony and declares that Imrik is the destined husband, everything will be on track.

"Imric, you..."

Raising his hand to stop his wife from speaking, Imric looked up, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"I will not be crowned Phoenix King, at least not yet."

"Please explain your difficulties." Cohir's words were sincere, but there was also a trace of hope in his heart. If Imric was willing to make a blood oath to avenge Fenubar, he would be willing to surrender for the rest of his life.

Flames emerged from Imrik's hand. This red color was completely different from the platinum flames, causing the temperature of the hall to rise suddenly.

He turned and stared at the throne that symbolized the ruler of Ulthuan, and silently spoke his mind to everyone.

"I swore on my late father's grave that Malekith would pay the price in this life in revenge for the betrayal of House Caledor by the son of Aenarion.

There will be no Phoenix King in Ulthuan until I burn Naggarond to rubble. "

Such a great wish caused everyone to be silent for a while. Although Imrik now refused the ceremony of crowning the Phoenix King, he has essentially become the ruler of Ulthuan, a monarch elected by public opinion.

"Your will."

After Kohir expressed his surrender, he set his sights on Tyrion. If you want Imric to take over Lothern, the war lord's nod is extremely important.

He showed pleading to Tyrion for the first time. Cohir was in great pain when Fenubar died. Now that he knew who the murderer was, he must not miss this opportunity.

Tyrion's expression showed a sign of struggle. He was rationally willing to surrender to Imric. After all, this was something that had been expected.

But the extremely handsome face in his heart was roaring, thinking that he was the unquestionable monarch, not the son of Caledor who lived on the dragon.

Imrik, who noticed Tyrion's strangeness, stepped forward and held his shoulders, using some means to weaken Kane's influence a little, and whispered.

"We often face difficult choices. Regarding Teclis, you should make a decision."

Obviously Imrik was inducing everyone to attribute Tyrion's hesitation in voting to Teclis. The real reversal has not yet occurred, and some people will always need to take the initiative to sacrifice.

Tyrion gritted his teeth and agreed to this idea word by word with great difficulty. "I will kill him myself."

Imrik nodded, and the next thing to do was very simple, to prepare for a war that would determine the fate of the elves.

Malekith, who has already exposed his trump card, may not be able to gain an advantage as easily as he did on the eve of the Battle of Fennoir Plains. He blocked the Platinum Flame Temple and sent a fleet to strictly monitor the movements of the Holy Fire until the end of the war.

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With the help of Teclis, Malekith and a group of Phoenix Guards escaped from Ulthuan, but they were facing a very troublesome situation.

The loyal Captain of the Black Guard, at the first sight of the Phoenix Guard, had already raised the Scarlet Death to attack Kadron.

In Black Hand's subconscious, I am afraid that the Witch King was caught by this group of Asuryan believers and sent to Naggalund to announce Druchi's defeat.

"Stop it, Kuran!"

Kuran, who was fighting, glanced at the unfamiliar but familiar black-haired elf from the corner of his eye. His loyalty was unquestionable. Even though Kadroin's halberd was close to his neck, the captain still obeyed the order and took a step back.

"Perhaps you should explain..." Kuran stared at Kazuoin and Tigris, who was wearing the blue and white Archmage robe beside him. "The Black Tower does not welcome such distinguished guests. The two of them have entered Ulthuan." Member of the War Council.”

But it was obvious that Malekith was not prepared to explain anything to Kuran here. At least when Kadron and Teclis were present, he still maintained the Witch King's wary mentality, and everyone except Kuran maintained a bottom-line suspicion.

"Calling all the Druzi in Naggaroth, all the warriors who can survive on the ship, all the exiles who are eager to take revenge on Assur, abandon the city established for thousands of years, and assemble the legions to attack Ulthuan!"

what!
The unaware Kuran's eyes widened for a moment. Even when the Witch King was most obsessed with being the Phoenix King, Druchi never gave up on the city he relied on for survival.

Warriors can be regenerated after death, and slaves can be captured again if they run away. However, once the city is abandoned, the barbarians from the Chaos Wasteland will instantly flood into Nagaroth. Apart from occupying Ulthuan, Druzi has no other way to survive.

This is not the way of the Witch King...

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Curran aimed his halberd at Malekith for the first time, questioning this foolish decision.

"You are very different from His Majesty the Witch King in my impression. Please prove your identity."

Malekith smiled instead of being angry. What he admired most about Kuran was that he regarded all Druzi except the Witch King as tools, a tool to be sacrificed for the Witch King.

The Witch King naturally made a decision on how to reward a loyal soul.

Under Kuran's eyes of disbelief, Malekith demonstrated Asuryan's creation power for the first time in Naggarond.

He stood up and laughed like crazy, as if everything Drucci had given up would soon be regained.

"I am Asuryan's Chosen One, Malekith, son of Aenarion, unquestioned lord of all the elves!"

Seeing that His Majesty the Witch King's power of creation was so great, Kuran, who already understood what was happening, put down his halberd and knelt down in submission.

The cold tone of the Black Guard Captain only contained endless determination.

"Duluqi's long-cherished wish will be realized soon!" (End of this chapter)