Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Did you hear anything?!"

Alastar covered his chest with his hands, a few drops of sweat suddenly dripped from his resolute face, and he asked his brother standing shoulder to shoulder anxiously.

Just now, an inexplicable feeling of loss suddenly emerged from my heart, and I felt a roar deep in my soul, like a fly stuck on ointment, feeling satisfied because it was used to eating the dirt that moved away from the ointment. Its wings no longer vibrated, and its consciousness was completely stuck in this comfort that symbolized satisfaction.

Just as I heard a vague sound in my ears, the tormented body of flesh and blood, accompanied by the disrespectful torture, became restless again, and its wings trembled briefly, about to break free from the bondage of the ointment...

His body wanted to fly, to break free from the ointment and swing freely in this world. He no longer had to just slide forward with the oil, but had the freedom to feel the space. He could choose to go up, down, left, right, to feel pain, desire, to dance, and to indulge in the wonderful melody of the world.

"I... seemed to hear a call." The expression of the White Lion Guard was the same as Alastair's. He also covered his chest with his hands, his eyes full of confusion, and a feeling of loss lingered in his heart.

In the endless war, the royal guards who stopped fighting inevitably attracted people's attention.

Kuran cursed without disguising, "You useless Asur, you always miss opportunities to fight because of some boring trivial matters!"

The White Lion Guards all wanted to find out the source of the vibration. The elves were very persistent about some revelations and were sure that this must be of great significance.

Only Kadroin and a group of Phoenix Guards were silently looking at Karak Dreadnought in the distance. They were the elves closest to Asuryan in the mortal world. All of them witnessed the fate of Asuryan at that wall and heard Asuryan's whispers.

Kazhuoyin grinned with his interfering lips, and his lips trembled slightly as he spoke out the thoughts of the Phoenix Guard.

"Asuyan... is just angry."

The rage was so intense that almost all the elves could sense it, from the Grey Mountains to Naggaroth; the elves who had respect and faith in Asuryan could feel the trembling of their souls.

Vague revelations came to Kadroin. On the Isle of Death, Aenarion and Indragnir fought against four chief demons. Under the Dreadnought, Imrik fought against the incarnation of the evil god of rats alone in the maze...

Silence, this is the eternal silence of Kadroin. He never issues orders to his subordinates, because Asuryan has already determined the fate of every elf, and when to die and when to win have all been arranged.

But this time only, he spoke clearly and decisively.

"Speed ​​up, speed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Phoenix Guard, who had been entangled with the greenskins, reversed their previous downward trend, dispersed their formation to leave free combat space, and the white light that burst out was more intense than ever before.

The rune halberd easily pierced the enemy's body, like a spearhead going straight into the heart of the greenskin, and Kadroin was the tip of the spear. Every time he swept, pierced, and lifted up, he would often take away several lives.

Any greenskins who get too close and are lucky enough to bypass the Phoenix Guard's divine protection will be met with the cold gaze of the God of Gods and fall into hesitation and fear.

The Phoenix Guard, who are giving their all, have completely changed the previous impression of them. Everyone thinks that this is just an army of iron turtles protected by divine power, and it is difficult to break through unless they want to die.

But now their rapid advance step by step fully demonstrates that they have nothing they really want to do and are just waiting for fate to come.

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"anger……"

Oliveira took a deep breath. He could feel more than ordinary elves. There were many chosen elves, such as Kadroin, Aislin, Alfonso... but there were only a few incarnations.

Many gods who participated in the War in Heaven and were not affected and fell in the end withdrew their power in the mortal world. Now, only Alarielle and Dice can be called incarnations. They are symbols of the will of the gods, but they are not gods.

Only Imrik was considered by many to be the incarnation of Asuryan, but Oliveira knew clearly that, strictly speaking, the Phoenix King was already Asuryan.

"Elf boy, your situation seems to be a little strange." Agrim noticed it keenly. The Edreze's Edge, which was traveling with him, had a brief pause, as if everyone was hit by some strange spell of bewitching. Although they woke up quickly and returned to normal, and no serious consequences were caused, the Butcher King was still a little worried.

"Speed ​​up, the situation in Fort Dreadnought has changed."

This is the simplest and most useful speech for Agrim.

"Damn, another elf riddle."

The Butcher King grunted, swung his giant axe at the goblin that was attacking Oliveira, and then returned to his original excitement and rage.

"Come, fight me to the death!"

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"Your Majesty, there is a sign coming from the Platinum Flame Temple. The holy fire has been shaking violently for a short time."

Lilaze bowed and told the queen what had just happened. The Platinum Flame Temple and the Island of Death, the former was the center of faith of the elves, and the latter was a super magic circle that concerned the fate of the world. The queen was obliged to know of any abnormalities.

"What does the Regent have to say?"

Alarielle rubbed her brows. After Imrik went to the Old World, she should have been the other monarch of the elves to preside over the overall situation in Lothern and assist Draknir in stabilizing the nobles of various kingdoms.

But unlike Draconir's unfamiliarity as expected, Prince Caledor took over the royal court's affairs smoothly, and in the eyes of the queen, he handled it better than his father.

At least you won't ignore some things because of prejudice and dissatisfaction.

"Caldor's focus now is on the upcoming war..."

After Lirazer answered, she glanced at the queen cautiously.

The Queen is a staunch peacemaker who advocates steady development. Even though she has made many concessions due to her close relationship with the Phoenix King, she has delegated power to the War Council and has not interfered with it. She only mentioned a few words about the invasion of Warcraft in the Annulli Mountains for the benefit of Avalon.

But this time Caledor's war goal is very clear, to invade, occupy and rule Bretonnia, rather than like the Southern Kingdom, through a series of political means to induce human nobles to jointly allow Caledor to take over, spread the glory of the elves' democracy and strength, and restore the prosperity of the ancient colonial era.

"Another war plan... I still don't like Caledo's words. Can't they be more tactful and say it's a self-defense counterattack?"

Alarielle sighed, not caring at all about how far Draknir was prepared to go. She had seen clearly that if Imrik had not forced her to say that the threat from the Chaos Gods was far more serious than before, the Caledonian princes who had restored their former glory would have dared to declare war on the whole world.

"About the strangeness of the holy fire?" Lilaze emphasized the topic. Since His Majesty was not present, the decision could only be made by another His Majesty.

“Let Draknir find an excuse so that he won’t accuse me of interfering again… Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Menil for a long time.

Lilaze, while Etila is away, find a reason to invite Gladys to Avalon... and bring Menil along."

The last sentence is probably the key point.

Looking at the queen who was full of expectations, Liraz kept slandering in her heart, how much you doted on Draconir in the past, how much he disliked your interference in the royal court.

Now that Menil is being raised, wouldn't that really allow Caledor to monopolize the Phoenix King? (End of this chapter)