Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Aenarion, the Eternal Guardian, the undisputed ruler of all the elves.

Some people in later generations commented that his actions were too rash. He was too greedy for the few achievements he had made and was unwilling to participate in Caledor Dragon Tamer's Maelstrom Project. The training of Malekith was an indelible stain on his glorious life.

What his reign was like can only be compiled by future generations, but no one doubts that Aenarion is the strongest warrior of the elves and even the entire world.

When he was furious at the death of the Eternal Queen Asriel at the hands of the demons of Slaanesh, and went to the Desolate Islands with the legendary dragon Indragnir to find the Sword of Khaine, even the Four Gods persuaded the Guardian that it was not worth it...

"Yes, Aenarion... such an honorable name."

Aenarion emerged from the beam of light on Istharion's shoulder. Standing in the place shrouded by Lilith's moonlight, he sighed with emotion. Fighting, slaughter, suffering... Even after six thousand years, this world has not changed at all. Instead, it has become even bloodier.

Alaros tightly grasped his spear, his eyes glaring with anger, unable to believe what was happening: "Impossible, you have been killed by Imrik..."

Aenarion nodded calmly, as if responding to Alaros, and also questioning the Moon Maiden who was watching from above: "I lost to him... Even with the power provided by Asuryan, he was more... suitable than I expected."

"Why did you take from my body..." Eltharion was confused, but suddenly a picture flashed.

Outside Karak Dreadnought, Imrik had patted him on the shoulder. At that time, the Watcher thought that this was a temporary shelter from the power of Asuryan, but he did not expect...

"Did he expect this?!"

Aenarion remained calm, and did not mind answering Eltharion's questions: "Well, I made a deal with him... He is a wise man. I have never owed the elves anything, but I still have some regrets about the mortal world.

There are many reasons that contributed to Malekith becoming the evil Witch King... I am one of them, and so is Morathi. She and I have paid the price. Even though Malekith did nothing wrong, as a father, I still want to make up for it."

"Lilith... don't let me down with what you prepared."

With a gentle push from Aenarion, Eltharion escaped from the trap set for him with the power of the Guardian.

And the man standing in the original realm was merely the watcher of Ulthuan who had become the protector, the legendary monarch that the elves had sung about for six thousand years.

The Guardian stood proudly. He could ignore the destruction of the world, but he must make those who plotted against Malekith pay the price. That was his debt to his children... He was not a qualified father and husband.

"Elf God King... You have the same face as Asuryan, but I don't find any trace of the God King's spirit, Alaros."

A weapon in the shape of the Sunblade emerged from Aenarion's hand. Like Tyrion, after raising the Sword of Khaine, he did not regard the holy sword as a royal scepter inlaid with three Phoenix Kings like Malekith did.

He is a warrior, always has been, the eternal guardian who will only save the world in a way that he can understand.

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During the siege of the Tower of the Lake Fairy, Tyrion was in command from the rear. The War Lord trusted his brother without reservation and questioned the fate of Yvresse together with Stormwing.

“Knight Tar Gaiwo moves 12 kilometers north, ready to respond to Pegasus Knights who may come to support Paravon… The Tritons defend in place, protecting the artillery and the mage corps.

The Swordmaster Hoss's mixed forces are moving to Tower 2. They must intercept any Holy Grail Church personnel who might leave...Dragon Prince, stand by. Unless you want to try the Flaming Sun Sword afterwards, don't attack rashly. I need you to occupy the tower at the right time."

"You are so tough, Tyrion... maybe we should change positions?" "Shut up, Ed Tyreese, you don't want to stay in this moldy command room. Prepare for your attack."

"At your command, Your Highness Prince Itain..."

After the joke, Tyrion felt much happier. He didn't care about the lives of the Bretonnians and didn't issue any orders to pay attention to civilian casualties.

Apart from the fact that he was a little worried about Istharion who had been difficult to contact so far, everything else went smoothly.

The Holy Grail Knights were busy praying and questioning the lady in the church. Although the expedition knights who hurried back were brave and fearless, and the Kingdom Knights were familiar with the local intelligence, they did create some minor troubles.

But this trouble was solved when the Woodland Council briefly reorganized and its loyalty to the Queen shifted slightly toward the Phoenix Queen.

The bandits hiding in the corners and ravines had nowhere to hide under the rain of arrows from the rangers. The radical Asrai, led by the Grey Eagles, were bound to question the lady's actions. No one knew what the Phoenix King was thinking that night, and whether he would question the Asrai for the traitor of Alaros.

They have few chances. Raising the knife to kill Bretonnia without mercy is a chance for redemption. This world will always reward loyalty with blood and use killing as the capital of allegiance.

With the situation going so well, Tyrion couldn't help but drink some wine. When the maid poured the wine of Lothern, he took it with his steady hand and accidentally knocked over the glass.

Tyrion looked towards the left side of the battlefield in disbelief. A throbbing in his blood and soul was echoing, calling him to enter this bloody battlefield.

Kane's will, which had not appeared for a long time, seemed to condense into that handsome face behind him again.

"Tyrion..."

The anxious red-haired girl wanted to support Tyrion's hand, but was immediately stopped by someone raising his hand.

"Don't come near... I need a moment."

Tyrion found the Philosopher's Stone that allowed him to communicate with his brothers, and he believed that Teclis also felt the palpitations...

"who is he……"

Teclis said calmly with a solemn tone: "Aenarion... I didn't expect that Imrik had convinced him. Don't worry about it. This matter has nothing to do with you and me."

"But he is..." Tyrion wanted to say that he was their ancestor, the honorable first Phoenix King.

"He is Malekith's father, Morath's husband... Stay away from him, Tyrion.

The will of Cain still exists in your soul. This is the backup plan we left behind. If you rashly approach Aenarion, who once pulled out Cain's holy sword, you may awaken the sleeping God of Bloody Hands."

"Damn it!" Tyrion cursed after Teclis cut off the communication. He longed to see Aenarion and see what kind of heroic man he was with the same face.

"Artillery, magicians, priests...destroy the walls of Brione!" (End of this chapter)