Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

An unprecedented chaos broke out in Goronni. The ten dukes were unaware of when the elves left. If the power of words was not enough to convince the knights, then when Kadrain pointed the flag of the Phoenix King at Morgiana, the power of the ruling power of the God above the God over Kadai, and the Holy Seal of the Moon Maiden hidden in the deepest part of the soul of the Lake Fairy, everything seemed to need no verbal argument.

The knights were no longer interested in dealing with the threat from the west, and the elves stayed rather subtly in the desolate part of the coastline, not attacking the densely populated castle areas of Bretonnia for the time being.

Perhaps everyone is digesting this reality. Can the Bretonnians accept that the lady they have worshipped for thousands of years is actually a woman with pointed ears? And from the mouth of Asuryan, the representative of the Phoenix King, those Holy Grail Knights who are regarded as heroes by countless descendants have all become puppets of Lilith...

The one who reacted most strongly was Alaros. In the past hundred years, he had thought countless times about Lilith. He imagined that if the Moon Girl lowered her status, apologized to Asuryan and Aisha's incarnation, secretly dominated the situation in Bretonnia, and made the knights submit to the Phoenix King, everything seemed to be able to turn around.

But he still did not expect that Imrik's choice would be so straightforward. Many historical issues of the elves could not be completely settled. If he wanted Druzil to truly surrender, the issue of the Witch King must be dealt with.

They are guilty, but their sins come from Lilith's instigation. Under the rule of the Phoenix King, Druzil will settle the grudge of Malekith and avenge the deaths of several Phoenix Kings together with Asur.

Except for a few Phoenix Kings who died a good death, Imrik blamed all the deaths of the Phoenix Kings on Lilith, among which the most controversial were Kakashi-I, Kakashi-II and Titus.

This can solve at least three problems. Lilith lured the King of Conquerors to stay on the ship, which solved some of Caledor's estrangement. The Battle of the Longbeard was caused by Lilith seducing Malekith, which can also be explained by the dwarves. The death of Titlis caused some minor problems in the relationship between Caledor and Chareth.

There are thirty-six pieces of evidence in total. Unless Lilith can appear in front of all the elves in Ulthuan to refute them, there will be no way for her to turn the tables.

Before resolving the anger of the elves, the Moon Girl must find a way to deal with the silence of Bretonnia...

Alaros returned to Athel Loren urgently. The first thing he did was not to convene a forest meeting to gather the Asrai army to avenge the King's Mistress. Instead, he led the Grey Eagles to the Phoenix King's forest palace in a menacing manner, and seemed to be trying to force him to abdicate in anger.

"Imric! What qualifications do you have to judge the sins of a god? Lilith has made many mistakes, but it is impossible that she is the cause of the division of the elves. You know very well that this is a hidden danger left by the death of Aenarion!
It’s the dispute between you, Caledor, and Nagarythe. If Menel had agreed with Malekith back then…”

Speaking of Menil, the ancestor who has the same name as his grandson, Imrik's eyes flashed with coldness. That was the elder brother of the King of Conquerors, Prince Caledor who died in a poisoned wine conspiracy, and the legitimate grandson of the Dragon Tamer. How could an Asrai allow him to make comments on him?

"Alaros, should I remind you that the mistress you deeply admire, Ariel, has never disappeared. She always wanders among the forests, wilderness and grasslands of Athel Loren. Do you need her to tell you in person why Orion died?"

"It's Kane's incarnation, Terry..."

"It's Lilith!" Imrik interrupted the hero's boring questioning without any explanation. Except for Aenarion, no one could take the blame for the elves' division that lasted for five thousand years.

But if the blame is pointed at the Guardians, it would be weakening the legal orthodoxy of the Phoenix King. Imrik will never point the finger at the dead Aenarion and his son.

The furious Alaros took a deep breath. It was hard for him to agree to this practice, to put all the blame on a... goddess. The Phoenix King shook his head and sighed at the head of the Asrai Forest Council. These green Zerglings still couldn't change their minds. They thought that as time went by, the elves would naturally return to their former strength, but they didn't know how many bloody cleansings Ulthuan had experienced in the past hundred years.

"You still have doubts about Orion's death, and believe that everything was arranged by me just to gain the supreme kingship of the elves."

Alaros was silent, but this only showed an attitude that he agreed with Imrik's statement.

"Very well, I will give you a fair chance to personally avenge the king you serve... Since you are unwilling to lead Asrai to integrate into the Elf Empire, I respect your determination as a warrior." Sitting on the throne surrounded by the roots of the Oak of Time, Imrik gently tapped the armrest.

"In the name of the Phoenix King, I convened the two great councils of Athel Loren Forest and the Ancestors... The Asrai have been independent for too long and seem to have forgotten the traditions of the elves."

The Twilight sisters came hand in hand, and the Black and White Twins silently shook their heads at Alaros, begging the hero not to try to challenge the elf on the throne because of momentary anger, because he was by no means an opponent that could be defeated.

The wills of Durthu and Cordier sighed together, as if lamenting that after witnessing the deaths of countless elves, they would witness the birth of another tragedy.

But the only person in Athel Loren who could truly influence Imrik's decision was the blindfolded woodland lord Dess. After all, he would never be able to see a child leave with his own eyes again.

He ignored the advice of the Flame Knights and knelt on one knee before the throne: "Imric, give him a chance... No one can easily endure such great ups and downs. Alaros loves Lilith deeply, and so does she.

Asrai needs him, and the elves need him too..."

"But I don't need a woodland lord who always questions my decisions... Dais, I respect you. No matter how my identity changes, my respect for you has never diminished in the slightest.

This is not a trial, but a warrior's determination. I will not take action against any elves except sinners... Masno."

The champion warrior stood indifferently under the throne, making his own way under the gaze of hundreds of elves. He had not appeared in Ulthuan for a long time, but everyone knew that Masno was still the sharpest sword in the hands of the Phoenix King.

"This has nothing to do with you, Masno..." Alaros did not back down at all. He had lived a tiring life. When he met Tyrion at the War Council, the brave man could always remember the memories that the Matron shared with him.

The descendant of Aenarion, holding the Sword of Khaine, stabbed the sword into the king's chest with his own hands, shattering Asrai's firm belief that had lasted for thousands of years.

The brave man looked fearlessly at the proud elf on the throne, his green leaf spear erected, his handsome face gradually twisted: "Tyrion, and Teclis... I can't defeat you, but I must avenge Orion!" (End of this chapter)