Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty...Imric."

The maid shook the Phoenix King under the Oak Tree of Time vigorously. She had not seen her master like this for a long time. Her absent-minded eyes were empty and deep, and her unfocused pupils were like a memory that Phyllis was most reluctant to mention...

Nagaryth retains many relics from before the time of Aenarion, when the elves carved many statues of the gods when the gods could still walk the mortal world and the Great Vortex had not yet appeared.

The appearance of Asuryan, with only the face left, and the empty and deep eyes are just like the current Phoenix King.

Imrick paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly and held down the maid's hand on her shoulder: "Is it the maid's duty to interrupt the master's thoughts?"

"No, but I am worried... We all saw it yesterday. You really wanted to kill Alaros in the end. From my impression, Imrik would not do such a rash thing."

The maid hugged her master from behind. She was afraid, afraid that the prince who was proud, stubborn and honorable would turn into a cold personification.

None could have foreseen the cost of becoming an avatar of Asuryan. No precedent existed except for Aenarion, and none dared to risk the burden of defying both royal and divine authority by considering the current Phoenix King's condition.

"Has Menil grown up?" Imrick mentioned something that had nothing to do with the present. If he thought about it carefully, he hadn't seen his lovely grandson for nearly a year, the little boy with short silver hair that was different from the family tradition.

"He is already as tall as my waist. He will definitely learn to communicate with Menathnir in Dragon Language soon... Many people criticize him for not being able to speak Dragon Language like Draknir, but I believe Menathnir can become a monarch as good as my father."

"I really want to see him... Never mind, let's deal with the current problem first." Imrik pulled the maid's arm away, and he was ready to lead the army himself.

After putting all the blame on Lilith, he should have put an end to the disaster that the elves had suffered for thousands of years. This was not only a matter for Caledor and several friendly kingdoms, but also a matter for the entire elven race.

"Where is my warlord located?"

Phyllis' lips moved slightly. She didn't want Imrik to go to the battlefield again. Asuryan's influence seemed to be getting more serious. In the past, the Phoenix King might miss Menil for a long time, but now it ended with just one sentence.

“The Brionne coastline.”

"It seems like the best thing for him to knock down the tower of the Lake Fairy himself."

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Eltharion did not participate in the trial in Athel Loren yesterday, not because he was busy with military affairs. The network of guide stones laid in various parts of the Old World in advance was enough for the elves to quickly transfer important personnel.

Yesterday, Radlili, the goddess of mist whom he had worshipped devoutly for hundreds of years, told him the truth. She was Lilith.

The dual contradiction between faith and duty made him feel heartbroken. Lilith hoped that Eltharion would help Alaros escape, but she did not consider the dilemma that Prince Ivrys would face if he did so.

In the end, Eltharion chose to take off the cloak with the mark of Radlili, and looked at his homeland of Ulthuan alone on the seashore. He seemed to be able to see the kingdom that had been protected by Radlili for thousands of years in the mist rising from the seashore.

"Cavill, do you think what I did was wrong?"

The adjutant stood with a sword in his arms, looking into the distance side by side with the warlord, his tone stern: "The name Asur comes from the variant of Asuryan. We are a race born with the grace of the Creator God. Although his indifferent attitude towards everything has caused our race to suffer many disputes... But Eltharion, just like the greatness of Aenarion six thousand years ago, voluntarily died for Asuryan, and the Creator God would grant him the grace... Imrik, you and I both firmly believe that he is the Phoenix King who inherited Aenarion's orthodoxy.

Lilith cannot change the decision of the Creator God, and neither can Radlily... We are grateful that she has protected Yvresse for thousands of years, but we also firmly believe that Asuryan is the Lord of the Elves."

"..." The silent nod showed that Isharion was still hesitant. It was difficult for the devout chosen one to accept this. This was a multi-layered entanglement.

If Imrick had known earlier that Radlily was Lilith, he would still be willing to show him the most sincere friendship without any intention of estrangement...

"We will always face difficult choices, this is what Mr. Belanna teaches every student."

"The teacher likes you, which makes all of us envious, but we also know that you deserve his attention, Eltharion."

The fang sword was slowly drawn out, and the divine cloak that was fluttering in the sea breeze was cut off in the hands of Prince Iris, and dissipated from the world along with the mist that lingered eternally on the sea.

"Tear down the Radlili altars accompanying the army and replace them with the sacred beast of Asuryan. Iris needs to find a new way out."

The Mistwalkers, a small but legendary force from Ulthuan that has undergone numerous overhauls and upgrades, are known for their insurmountable tenacity and elusive assaults, two diametrically opposed styles.

The elves of Yvresse were tenacious and walked in the mist under the protection of Radlily, but without the latter at this moment, all the soldiers felt... absurd.

Eltharion disdained to hide the truth. After announcing Radlili's disguise, he ignored the advice of his confidants and insisted on replacing the gods worshipped by the Ivresse army with Asuryan, mainly in the hope of giving the soldiers some buffer time.

If the Lord of the Phoenix favors us, he will surely keep Iris safe and secure!

That was why several phoenixes came across the sea and flew side by side with Knight Tal Gaiwo.

The appearance of the holy beast made the soldiers feel much better. The elves, who were mainly polytheistic, rarely insisted on believing in one god, but their respective kingdoms still retained the mainstream beliefs. Since the holy beast Asuryan came in person, it must be that the God of Gods sensed Ivress's piety.

But what really excited the soldiers was the halos emanating from the bodies of several brave warriors who were prostrating themselves devoutly in front of the black and white sculpture of Asuryan.

The halo is exactly the same as that of the Phoenix Guard. Under the protection of the God of Gods, magic and weapons cannot do any harm. The awareness of fate can help warriors to be brave and move forward.

Under the temporarily replaced flag, the Elves of Yvresse proudly raised the banners of the Falcon and the Phoenix. Imrik showed tolerance to the elves who had returned to the right path and granted the war lord permission to fight with the mark of the God of Gods.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Eltharion stood beside Stormwing. The master and servant remained steadfast. Even though they felt a little more confused, they did not lose any of their sharpness.

"I am Eltharion, Prince of Iris, the Warlord of the Elven Empire... In the name of Asuryan and the Phoenix King, I swear to bring to naught Lilith, the Moon Maiden who has caused countless tragedies among the elves, and her pathetic plan in the human kingdom of Bretonnia to an end!

Toppling the tower of the Lake Goddess is the first step in our reckoning! " (End of this chapter)