Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Morgiana was panicked. Am I really going to fight Eltharion?
From the perspective of a spellcaster, Morgiana was one of the few wizards in the Old World. With the blessing of Lilith, she could cast the Eight Winds Spell. With some divine protection, her methods were much stronger than those of ordinary wizards.

But on the other hand, Eltharion's current magical attainments are in no way inferior to those of the Supreme Mage before Teclis. Except for the freak of the bloodline of Aenarion, he has been able to reach the pinnacle of magic in the history of the elves.

The Eight Winds Spell that Morgiana had painstakingly cast seemed full of loopholes to Eltharion.

Without the advantage of magic, Morgiana would be even less likely to be her opponent in terms of martial arts. Eltharion was an all-rounder without any weaknesses. Magic, martial arts, strategy, and governance were all integrated by the most outstanding elves.

In the light of the fang sword, Eltharion slit the throat of a Holy Grail guard. These human knights were brave and tenacious, but when faced with doubts about their faith, their resolution, which they had vowed to never waver, slackened. Their aging bodies and their gradual rejection of the Holy Grail made the guards feel pathetic.

The beam of light from Carmen's spear easily broke the frog transformation spell cast by Morgiana. This ridiculous trick had already been noticed by Issarion. The mist lingering around the lake fairy that could hide her figure seemed very tricky in the eyes of ordinary people. It was difficult to approach because of its cursed and corrosive properties.

But if Eltharion is given a chance, the human witch's head will fall immediately.

"Eltharion, the lady hopes to explain to you that Imrik is the liar. Would you rather believe a liar who is full of lies? He just relied on his bloodline to fool the uninformed civilians, and relied on the power of the ancient saints to steal Asuryan..."

"Shut up!" Eltharion looked calm, but the calm gaze of the Watcher was never a good thing. Those who knew his character well knew... Don't provoke a cold-blooded madman.

The Holy Grail Guardians risked their lives to stop the Watchers from moving forward. In the chaotic battlefield, this place did not attract any attention, like an isolated space.

The knight with doubts in his heart is no match for the furious watcher, who is so ruthless that he risks his life every time he attacks, exposing his weaknesses to his opponent's attacks.

But the inexplicable glimmers of light always helped him avoid fatal attacks. When the sword with the golden light of the Holy Grail was about to pierce his chest, it passed through the air in an impossible manner.

The Watcher had only one thought: to kill Morgiana, to tear down the tower of the Fairy of the Lake, and to show his piety to Asuryan by rejecting the past...

I will never allow the tragedies that happened in Yvresse to happen again under the rule of my and Annabell's children!

The Fang Sword had no rival, but it gradually became slower. This was not because the Watcher's physical strength had slowed down, but because an elf intervened and broke the crushing situation.

Alaros, who had disappeared for a long time, appeared in front of Eltharion in a new look. He was wrapped in armor that looked like the chosen one of the gods. Countless precise and subtle runes flashed on the silver metal surface. The spear held in the hero's hand was more like...

"The Sorrow of Aenarion..." Eltharion took a half step back and squinted at the silver-white spear that blocked the fang sword.

Rumor has it that Aenarion leapt naked into the sacred fire, blessed by Asuryan, and was besieged by Slaanesh daemons in the temple.

The Guardian picked up the spear he used as an adventurer, and with just one powerful throw, he destroyed the Slaanesh Daemon forever.

This spear, which witnessed the guardian's self-sacrifice and also foreshadowed that he would be accompanied by blood for the rest of his life, mysteriously disappeared after being thrown.

The brave man who stopped the Watcher's attack did not pursue him. With a slightly sad look on his face, he stood above the corpse of the Holy Grail Knight with a spear in his hand, looking up at the bright and flawless white moon.

"Eltharion...we should talk about Lilith." "She is a liar, the root of everything can be found in her!"

"But she is also one of the few gods who can see the end of the world! An unprecedented crisis is about to sweep the world from the north. The Eternal Chosen, who symbolizes the end and the apocalypse, will blow the horn of the Four Gods and gather an army far more terrifying than the Chaos Invasion to destroy the entire mortal world!

I saw the prophecy she showed me... Ulthuan sank to the bottom of the sea after the War in Heaven. Lilith is our only hope. Everything she did in Bretonnia was to preserve the last flame of the elves."

"Sinking to the bottom of the sea... Hehe, hahaha." Eltharion was laughing wildly. He seldom showed emotions, but this time in the confrontation between belief and faith, he lost something.

The Watcher pointed his sword, not at Alaros, but at the white moon hanging high above his head: "Let me ask you, Imrik confessed to me that after the Battle of Finnuvalpin, you disguised yourself as Caledor Dragon Tamer to lure him to the Old World. The world was in crisis and needed the power of dragons.

But in reality, it was just to protect Druzy, who was in chaos and defenseless because the Witch King was wandering in the Chaos Realm?! To induce him to bring up the old hatred with the Supreme King Erickson and stage another Longbeard War?! "

Bai Yue’s silence made Eltharion even crazier. “I ask you again, who ordered the death of Finubar? I don’t believe that Teclis would tell Malekith about the spell to lift the courtyard’s magic seal. Kadroin is just a puppet… You keep saying that everything is for the elves, but you don’t have the slightest idea of ​​taking action for reality.

I have seen a lot, Lilith... The ending you saw is nothing but your fear. Although I am humble, I will never back down even a little bit!"

"Then..." Alaros sighed. This place was already Lilith's territory. As the future God King of Elf, he had the obligation to eradicate anyone who disobeyed him.

"I have always respected you, Eltharion. You are different from the fool who humbly submitted to Imrik... but in the end, we are still on opposite sides, regrettably."

"Show your strength. If you run away again, Queen Ariel will only feel pity... Hero."

Alaros' eyes showed pain. Complying with Lilith's plan would mean abandoning the oath he had made to Queen Ariel...

But soon, his eyes became firm. This was the only way to survive. There was no hope in this world.

"Let us fight, then... Eltharion."

The Watcher gripped his fanged sword tightly. He might not be able to leave... but his niece would protect Yvresse, Eltharion was so sure of it.

When the watcher was about to swing his sword, a big hand pressed his shoulder and a familiar voice echoed in his ears.

"Young Prince Iris, you have a more important mission...don't mind a person who has passed away long ago, and redeem some regrets for the child."

Isharion turned around in surprise, only to see an extremely handsome yet extremely familiar face.

"Tyrion... No, you are... Aenarion." (End of this chapter)