Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Legend has it that in ancient Nehekhara there was an eternal ruler who worshipped the gods and offered sacrifices to his entire family in exchange for unrivaled power...

He conquered the chaotic kingdom, gave the desert its true master, built new temples and schools, encouraged urban construction, and nurtured the seeds of knowledge.

From the Badlands in the north to the Endless Sea in the south and to Cathay in the east, the name of the Eagle of Khemri can be heard everywhere.

But even such a great man, respected by all the gods, could not escape the first enemy of life - death."

When Draknir faced Settra, the immortal emperor of Nehekhara, Prince Caledor finally understood what the so-called royal power was.

My father was too cold. In his eyes, everything served the purpose of victory. Whether it was military, politics, or religion, if it could not demonstrate its value, it would be of no use.

Just like the first Phoenix King, the second monarch of all elves, instead of reviving the great empire, all his thoughts were focused on destroying Chaos.

The Immortal Emperor sat on the throne of the imperial mausoleum. His skinny figure could not hide his proud temperament. The golden crown inlaid with many gems stood tall like a god, and a scepter with a falcon logo was tightly held in his hand.

"Prince Draknir of Caledor, I have heard of your family's name... It is said that your ancestors saved the world together with Aenarion.

In my opinion, if the Chaos enemy dares to invade Nehekhara, it will be annihilated by the armies of Khemri."

Sure enough, no matter where you are, everyone hopes to elevate their status by belittling others.

It was impossible for Draconir to belittle the honor of his ancestors. He looked at the grand imperial mausoleum thoughtfully.

Where Settra's palace was, it was his royal mausoleum, a wonder that rivaled any other in the world in size.

Apart from the black pyramid built by Nagash at the cost of Nehekhara's potential, this royal tomb is the eternal symbol of royal power.

Draconir shrugged and said nothing. Even though Nehekhara could be considered the earliest human civilization, it had almost no knowledge of the chaos that had destroyed the ancient world.

It is a common practice for human beings to prove their own value by using things they have never seen before. Ignorance does not mean awe, but instead turns into arrogance.

"Perhaps, but at least I know clearly that compared to the Chaos invasion, Nagash is just an immature child picking up weapons and pointing them at warriors.

Nehekhara, can you not punish even a blasphemer fairly?"

Settra was not angry, and after knowing the short time that Draknir had been king, he regarded him as a child who did not understand anything.

"You sharp-tongued elf boy, I won't take your offense seriously, because all this is due to the elves' ignorance and prejudice."

"Just for the sake of asking, what is the reason for you inviting the Phoenix King?"

Settra observed Draconir with great interest. No king would speak so bluntly. Even Nagash, who was known as a madman, would use euphemistic tones to carry out his evil plans in the early days.

“I have long heard that the Caledo family is arrogant and rude by nature. Today I see that it is indeed true... But I am very optimistic about you.

Tyrion, descendant of Aenarion, I heard that he died in the elven civil war, but I don't know how he was reborn.

If you bring me this magic, Nehekhara will be forever allied with the Elven Empire."

Tyrion's resurrection... Strictly speaking, it was not a resurrection, but a body reshaped with the fire of Asuryan. His soul was well protected by his brother Teclis after the death of Naggaroth. And this was the result of Imrik's efforts. If he could arbitrarily resurrect people, wouldn't it mess up the rules of the world?

Draconian pondered for a moment. He could not deny this. Everyone saw Tyrion die, but so did the captain of the guard standing in the Phoenix Court.

Otherwise... fool Setra?

This is a good idea. The Immortal Emperor’s greatest pursuit is not to conquer the world, but to obtain a living body of flesh and blood.

He was willing to pay any price for this.

"Tyrion's resurrection is a gift from the power of Asuryan. You are Petra's choice, and you are a human. You cannot withstand the burning of the platinum phoenix holy fire."

"Ridiculous! Even gods would show respect to me! If Asuryan's power can give me a reborn body, I will take it myself!"

Draconir's eyes narrowed slightly, "Are you ready to declare war on the Phoenix Court?"

"If the elves disagree, I will do this, cross the barrier of the vast ocean, and take the platinum phoenix holy fire for myself."

Setra's serious look was definitely not a joke, he had only one pursuit in his life, to conquer the world.

After death, there is one more, who obtains a perfect body and conquers the world again.

"Then please do as you please. The Dragon Legion will annihilate your pathetic construct legion." Draconir shook his head and prepared to turn around and leave. No wonder his father was unwilling to come. When two extremely powerful people meet, one of them will definitely suffer losses.

If Nehekhara declares war on the Phoenix Court, the envoy will be Prince Caledor. The humiliation of Draknir means the humiliation of dragons and seagulls, and it is also an insult to his father Imrik.

The Phoenix King can consider the overall situation and exercise some restraint at critical moments, but the Dragon Prince does not need to worry about this.

After the unpleasant parting, Draconir ordered the team to head towards the badlands. He was not stupid enough to tell Settra the real purpose.

If Setra truly desired the Platinum Phoenix Flame, he would gather an army and march towards Ulthuan. Vlad would then be able to pass through the Canyon of the Kings and attack the Black Spire of Arkhan.

As disobedient undead rampage through the territory and attempt to seize the Black Pyramid, Draconir is eager to see whether Settra will continue his attack on Ulthuan or stabilize the situation in the rear.

Osmond of Golden Oath City felt a little regretful. As a etiquette officer, he had prepared for this trip for a long time, but he did not expect that the two parties would only exchange a few words and the meeting ended without even a greeting.

He was drunk and spoke incoherently.

"Your Highness, as a ceremonial officer, I must criticize your behavior for undermining the magnanimity of the Phoenix Court..." He burped and continued, "But as a Caledor elf, I feel really good. How dare a dead man compare with a dragon tamer?

He is nothing but a mummy manipulated by magic, who cannot understand the horror of the Chaos enemy at all. He thinks he has conquered the world by staying in the desert. What an arrogant, paranoid, shameless fool! "

"I agree with this statement. He is indeed arrogant and paranoid, but not a fool..." Draconir nodded silently. Now that the conditions have been gathered, all that is left is for all parties to come forward and compete for Nagash's legacy.

Vlad must win the final victory, otherwise the undead will lose their original meaning. (End of this chapter)