Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Alaros, we don't have to do this..."

Tyrion hadn't drawn his Sunblade yet, but he knew clearly the strength of the top elves' warriors. Except for Masno, whose strength was difficult to figure out, the descendant of Aenarion was confident that he could surpass all the elves in martial arts.

His memory of drawing the sword of Cain was very vague, and apart from the lingering roar of Orion before his death, he had almost no impression of it.

The hesitant Aenarion bloodline made Kuran, who was watching from the sidelines, sneer: "Tyrion, if you give up this opportunity, let me do it... Believe me, many elves are very interested in his head.

I am right, Kadrun."

Kadroin's shoulders trembled slightly, and his increasingly cold temperament revealed that the relationship between the three spirits was not as harmonious as it seemed on the surface... From the perspective of the captain of the Phoenix Guard, Alaros was an accomplice who helped Lilith steal the power of Asuryan, and was also one of the murderers who caused the Lord of Phoenix to remain silent in the temple.

Kuran turned around again and faced Prince Caledor and Grand Master Horned Viper who had arrived late: "Or Draknir and Elvis?"

"You should shut up Kuran. There are many people who want to kill him. You should move back in line." Elvis sneered. His grandfather died in a divination ritual planned by Lilith. In the past, he was reluctant to take action against the accomplices due to emotional considerations. Now that he has found the right opportunity, perhaps it is not too late to settle accounts.

"Count me in... I hope his head can make Lilith a little happy." The elusive Shadow King appeared with the shrill cry of a crow. His long black hair fluttered in the wind, like an evil ghost eagerly seeking revenge for the misfortune that had plagued him for a thousand years.

A group of elves filled with murderous intent were ready to attack Alaros first, which made the Twilight sisters even more embarrassed. Even if Orian was alive, he would not be able to stop so many top elves.

The Phoenix King on the stage had an ambiguous attitude, only expressing his respect for Alaros's ideas. If he was eager to die, Imrik would give him a quick death.

But if Alaros gives in...it's impossible.

The sisters, who were in tune with each other, prepared to seek external help, and the mysterious connection with Alarielle soon allowed the queen to know what had happened in Athel Loren.

"Your Majesty, Avalon has sent a communication request." North narrated in a low voice, but Imrik only waved his hand.

"Until the lingering dispute that divides the elves is completely resolved, the queen is forbidden to participate in any affairs."

This is for real... The Twilight sisters understand.

The twins slowly walked to Alaros' side, proving their attitude with actions.

Neralis gazed at Prince Caledor. She knew the nightmares that haunted him at night, but she also hoped that he could understand that the Asrai could not live without Alaros.

"Draconir, do you choose to stand before your maid."

Draconian shook his head firmly, his eyes were a little sad at first, but soon became extremely firm.

"If you resent my actions, I am willing to apologize in my own name... but as the current Lord of Caledor, I need to give an explanation to the heroes who died in vain."

Without further ado, Draconir took action to show the father and son's attitude towards the final outcome. Prince Caledor raised his shield and slammed towards Neralis, while his other hand reached out to Arohan's waist, preparing to forcibly drag the Twilight Twins away from here.

The twins moved very quickly, but Draconir was serious. After his shield blocked two arrows, a cold gaze flashed from his eyes, temporarily shocking the Twilight sisters. Then the three of them turned into black shadows and disappeared in front of the throne.

Prince Caledor acted quickly, but the rest were slow to act. Tyrion, who was named by Alaros, was hesitant as he did not want to stain his hands with the blood of his compatriots.

He himself was also a little confused, and inexplicably took on several big scapegoats. He still didn't understand the true situation of Lilith. The remaining people who wanted to kill Alaros were also waiting for Imrick's decision. They didn't mind coming one by one...

After waiting for a long time and being reluctant to draw his sword, Tyrion finally made Imrik sigh. He slowly walked down the throne in his crown and extended his right hand to Tyrion.

The Sword of the Burning Sun did not exclude the bloodline of Caledor. This artifact, forged in ancient times by stealing the light of the sun, now returned to the hands of the descendants of the forger.

Compared to Tyrion's expertise as a reckless man, the Phoenix King, who is blessed with many powers, can undoubtedly sense the power of the flame in the sword more clearly.

Tyrion stepped back on his own accord. Since Imrik did not choose to draw the Sword of Creation, he was giving Alaros a chance, which was acceptable to him.

"Your Majesty, the son of Harandur is willing to uphold tradition and solve this minor trouble for you..." Elvis narrowed his eyes, his blood was boiling, calling for Asrai to be killed...

Imrik shook his head slightly. This crappy throne could not be kept secure without some stains. An Asrai who had an ambiguous attitude towards Lilith meant that there were many such people in Athel Loren.

If killing Alaros with one's own hands is not enough, then continue until the Asrai understand that the only one they can worship and submit to is the Phoenix King.

"Hero, we haven't fought each other yet... I hope your strength will be even better than before."

Alaros gritted his teeth and pulled out the spear from the ground, threw the shield aside, completely gave up on defense, and attacked the Phoenix King to whom he had sworn allegiance with spear in left and sword in right.

Anyone with a discerning eye knew that Alaros could not possibly defeat Imrik. Perhaps being able to leave a bloody mark on the crown would be his greatest achievement.

But they also understood that Imrik would most likely not kill Alaros...

The Flame Sun Sword thrust forward, and the power of Akshay contained in the runes on the sword burned even more vigorously in the hands of the Phoenix King, like a volcano erupting straight towards Alaros' face.

Spears and swords cut through the flame blockade. The edge of the green leaf cloak was burned slightly, but Alaros still rushed forward.

Finally, he reached the Phoenix King, and with his spear as fast as lightning, he pierced the defenseless chest without any hesitation to attack the monarch.

The powerful palm easily grasped the wooden handle of the spear, and the other sword that was chopped towards the Phoenix King's neck was quickly blocked by the sword of the Flame Sun Sword.

Alaros tried to draw his weapon, but found that no matter how he struggled, the object in his hand did not move at all. The elf in front of him was unusually calm, but there was only emotionless indifference in his eyes.

Seeing the hero's surprised expression, Imrick's lips moved slightly, and his cold tone was totally different from the voice he remembered.

"Lilith, if you want to save your lover, then hurry up..."

Before Alaros could react, a ball of white flame had already ignited on the spear in his left hand, and the continued force of his right hand also came in vain. He realized that something was wrong and tried to dodge, but he only saw a burning ball of fire coming towards his head.

This was his last impression, and also the last impression everyone had of Alaros's stay in Athel Loren before the mist emerged.

Having lost his opponent, Imrik watched the divine power coming from the west, taking Alaros away, and threw the Sunblade at Tyrion, leaving only a few words.

"Alaros has actually defected. Any elf is obliged to kill this accomplice of Lilith." (End of this chapter)