Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Appetizers are the first course of Western cuisine, also known as appetizers. Appetizers are generally divided into cold appetizers and hot appetizers. Common varieties include caviar, foie gras, smoked salmon, cocktails, cream chicken puff pastry, fried snails, etc. Because they are meant to stimulate the appetite, appetizers generally have unique flavors, mainly salty and sour, and are small in quantity and high in quality.

What Salir talked about was the first dish, but his story did not gain support, but instead was questioned.

"The fire of Asuryan! Why do I see in the records that Asuryan created this world? There are also various legends that say that it was Asuryan who created the world!" Out of respect for the demigod, Tyrandor did not interrupt Salir's words. As soon as Salir finished speaking, he asked in surprise.

"Legends are legends, but facts are facts. Dragons are the earliest creatures in this world. They witnessed the coming of the Ancient Saints, and they still remember the stories of the coming of the Ancient Saints." Salir smiled mysteriously. He did not reveal much, such as that before the coming of the Ancient Saints, the dragons had already sensed the existence of the Elf God, and that the Elf God at that time was so weak that he did not have the ability to shape elves.

The Middle Ages is different from the Age of Sigmar, just like which came first, the chicken or the egg, like one's left foot tripping over one's right foot, like encountering a crisis and being unable to repay a loan and needing someone to help out.

Before the appearance of the Ancient Saints, the medieval world had no magical energy and had a pure beauty. The Elf God faced an embarrassing situation. Without elves and the power of faith, the Elf God's ability was weak, and weakness meant that he had no ability to create elves. Fortunately, the Ancient Saints appeared like lightning.

The Age of Sigmar was different, the eight realms were all prepared and full of energy. After capturing Slaanesh and taking out the trapped elven souls from Slaanesh, the elven gods could shape their own offspring according to their wishes.

As for how to capture and mine...

"Perhaps you have discovered something. Let me introduce him to you solemnly. He is the son of Hoeth. In Laurentoloren, the Anil call him the 'Oreil'." Dacus interrupted. Some things cannot be said by the person himself, but by others, and he is that person. After he said this, he could clearly feel the eyes of the Asurs change.

"Respected Son of Hoss, I want to know whether it was the Ancient Saints who created the elves, or Aisha?" Marlene asked humbly.

"Kid, there is no conflict." Salir once again showed his mysterious smile.

Dacus did not discuss related topics with Salir last night, but now he understood everything after hearing Salir's words. Just as Salir said, this is not a conflict, and it is not important. Asuryan and Aisha created the elves, the ancient saints transformed the elves, and the ancient saints and Asuryan and other elven gods communicated with each other. Of course, it is also possible that the elven gods found the ancient saints and asked them to help create the elves and create a basic group to provide the power of faith.

Or, as he had guessed before in the folded space, the ancient saints used advanced alchemy or advanced biotechnology to let Aisha create, DIY according to the needs of the elven god, and shape the elves. The price was that Asuryan merged with the ancient saints to ensure that this era would run normally until the end.

Asuryan's symbols are the flaming phoenix, the Eye of Asuryan, and a pyramid engulfed in sacred fire. In addition, he dwells alone in a great pyramid atop Heaven, gazing upon the medieval world from his diamond throne.

The phoenix and the eyes are easy to understand, but the problem lies in the pyramid. Elves do not have pyramid-style buildings, so where did this pyramid come from? According to Morellian, who specializes in studying lizardmen, and Teclis, who has been to the continent of Lustria, the shape and pattern of the pyramid are similar to those of the temple city of Lustria. This has led to another speculation. Some scholars believe that it was the Old Saints who first contacted Asuryan and taught the elves to worship Asuryan.

In addition, mortals have never seen Asuryan's true face, so he is always depicted in Ulthuan wearing a mask. This mask is divided into two halves, one half is white and the other half is black, symbolizing Asuryan's role as the keeper of balance. Of course, it is also possible that one half represents the Old Ones and the other half represents the Elven God.

Dacus was more inclined to this view. Aisha's words and Alaros were here, which meant that Asuryan of the last era was real. Based on the nature of Asuryan's performance, he believed that the ancient saint who merged with Asuryan was most likely Kotego, the god of the sun. It was a bit like Orion, with Kunos occupying half and the rest occupied by the Asrai nobles of each year, who dominated the Asrai nobles of that year. But it was not like Orion's pie chart, Asuryan and Kotego were more like half and half.

Asuryan is not someone who is easy to talk to. His known actions include: when he learned that Hoss taught elves knowledge, he set Hoss's book on fire. He forbade Aisha from direct contact with elves, forcing Aisha to beg Lilith to pass on messages through dreams and nightmares. Lilith rarely spoke directly to elves because such behavior was forbidden by Asuryan. He drove Ers Haiai and Anes Lema to Hades.

However, everything changed with the arrival of Dacus. Aisha and Lilith could appear in front of the elves openly, and other elf gods also appeared frequently. These things were unimaginable before. Asuryan could not kill those elf gods.

He thought that a big reason was that after Asuryan knew about his appearance, he acquiesced to this behavior and no longer restrained him as before. He was so noisy, Asuryan should have killed him long ago, but he didn't, which was inexplicable. If Asuryan had forbidden the Elven God to help him in the Chaos Demon Realm, he would have been left there. In the end, he didn't, and even showed a supportive attitude...

This is very important to Dacus. Although his body is an elf, he is actually a beggar version of the Old Saint who can do neither this nor that. Asuryan's attitude is very important in matters of elves. After all, this world is a divinely granted monarchy, and there are real gods.

He could adjust his policies according to Asuryan's attitude. He could stop being conservative and become more radical. For example, he could let Finubar leave Athel Loren. He didn't even need Finubar to swear an oath, because at some point Asuryan could give Finubar a big hand. Asuryan's actions were different from his actions in politics, and it wouldn't prevent him from winning over the Kaihai faction.

When Sarir's words spread in the meeting, the elves were all shocked and confused. This information washed away their three views like a torrent, and the history and faith they had firmly believed in began to waver. Many elves looked at each other, at a loss, with confusion and shock written on their faces. Even Malekith behind the silver mirror could not help but frown, and a trace of confusion and uneasiness flashed in his orange eyes.

"How is this possible? Our history books never mention this." Seraphim muttered.

“How can we confirm this?”

"The evidence is in history, but you have not carefully verified it. When everything is over, you can go to the island of Orbion." Salir said calmly. He looked at the different reactions of the elves and continued, "Okay, let's continue the topic. The history of the elves began in Ulthuan, and Ulthuan was shaped by the Old Saints.

The Elves considered Ulthuan their homeland. Before Aenarion shaped the Elves into warriors, the Elves were peaceful farmers and shepherds. The Elves lived in harmony with their lands in an eternal spring of devotion to their Everqueen. It was a peaceful time, a period known in history as the Golden Age.

During this time, the Everqueen ruled Ulthuan from Avelorn, and your ancestors left that primordial land to venture forth, and the kingdoms were founded.”

Sarir deliberately ignored a key piece of history: the earliest elves were placed under the care of the Slann Mage Priests, and learned a lot from their reptilian mentors, and soon reached a high level of civilization. When Ulthuan was transformed and everything was debugged to a working state, the Old Ones migrated the elves from the Isle of Albion to Ulthuan, and the belief system was taken over by the elven gods.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with saying this, but Salir knew that these words were not the focus of this meeting. When Dacus asked him to start from the beginning, he knew what Dacus was going to do.

The elves in the meeting agreed with the second half of Sarir's words. After all, that was how history and legends described it. But the key point was that they were confused and puzzled by the statement that Ulthuan was shaped by the Old Saints, which once again caused a cognitive conflict among them.

"Children, when you learn about the past, you will find that this is not contradictory. Later, you know what happened. The Polar Gate was once a passage used by the Ancients to travel from one world to another, but the Polar Gate collapsed, releasing a surge of magical energy that swept across the world, triggering a catastrophic event known as the 'Great Invasion'.

The Golden Age of Peace in Ulthuan ended in violence and bloodshed, a time when the world was torn asunder, a time when the Elves trembled in fear. The skies were raging with flames of purple and blue, the wilderness and mountains trembled with earthquakes, the clouds between the peaks took on faces of demons, and in the Dreamsea the voices of Chaos roared from the bottom of the sea.

The terrible servants of the Chaos Gods came across the sea in terrible daemon ships or came in waves from the cracks in the world itself. Countless daemons came to Ulthuan, bringing death and wailing to the Elves. Thousands of Elves died at their hands. Whether old or young, man or woman, noble or common, all were harvested by the claws and blades of the screaming servants of the Chaos Gods.

The Elves stood no chance, for they were untrained in warfare and their magic was only for peaceful purposes. Warriors in black armor burned sacred groves, Beastmen slaughtered entire villages and towns, and Daemons raged in the ruins of settlements. All the Elves could do was flee, their bows and spears, used only for hunting and dueling, were useless against the armor of Chaos Warriors and the bronze hides of Daemons.

The elves hid in caves, woods and hillsides, hoping that they would not be discovered, hoping that a hero would appear and save them from this disaster. It seemed that nothing would change, and the world seemed to be tortured by madness forever..."

"What were the gods doing at that time?" Zoya, the Night Owl, interrupted Fenrir and asked the question that concerned her most.

This issue was not only of concern to Zoya, but also to the elves present and Malekith who was watching all this.

"In a brutal battle with Chaos, in another world!" After Sarir finished speaking, he turned to look at the seats where Dakusdruchi and Ainir were and continued, "The world you have been to before."

"We are honored. Also, thank you for your help in allowing us to walk out of that world alive." Dacus responded with a smile and respect.

Except for Liv, the Asrai were at a loss. They didn't know what had happened to Daxus before, but they vaguely knew what the other world referred to. As they thought more deeply, the expressions on their faces changed from confusion to surprise, and then to shock.

Most of the Asur had indifferent expressions. They had learned some general things from Beloda last night. Although they didn't know what happened in detail, they knew that Dacus and the others had walked out of that world alive.

"Aenarion was a man of great stature and strength, who had traveled the world. He did not want to see his people destroyed by the daemons, so he returned to Ulthuan in its hour of need. He realized that the weapons of the Elves were no match for the ravages of Chaos, and fought his way to the Temple of Asuryan, where he begged Asuryan to help his people.

Asuryan did not answer Aenarion, nor did he answer after Aenarion burned his sacrifice, nor did he answer after Aenarion sacrificed a white lamb. At that time, he was fighting Chaos, and Aenarion's prayers were too vague.

Finally, in despair, Aenarion roared that he would throw himself into the sacred fire if Asuryan could save his people. Asuryan still did not respond, but he fulfilled his promise and strode into the sacred fire, chanting the oath of sacrifice. Pain tore through his body and burned his limbs. His hair was on fire and his heart stopped beating. The elves who witnessed this thought he was dead, but a miracle happened.

"Aenarion refused to die. He walked slowly and painfully through the flames. His burned skin healed and his singed hair grew back. He emerged from the flames unscathed, changed by the cleansing fire. Asuryan's power entered his body, and a light emanated around him, a symbol of Asuryan's blessing on him. This was visible to all the Elves who witnessed it, and they realized that he had become a carrier of a supernatural power."

Sarir was still telling the story, but the Duruchi's eyes were no longer on him, but on Dacreus. In Tar Litanel, in the Temple of Asuryan, they had witnessed everything just like the elves Sarir had described. What happened to Dacreus was so similar to what Sarir had described, even more exaggerated than what happened to Aenarion.

It was a scene that could not be described in words. At that time, they felt a strange silence, as if time had been stretched out, and all the actions that took place became slow and clear. They could clearly see that Dacus was shrouded, and the roar of the holy fire rang in their ears. They could clearly see that the flames extended like ripples and attached to Dacus's broad back, forming a pair of vivid and lifelike flame wings, as lifelike as a phoenix.

The wings were not burning hot, but a kind of tranquility after nirvana rebirth. The flames were as light as swaying, but revealed infinite power. This scene was far more shocking than what Salir described. Aenarion only had a ray of light around him, but a pair of wings appeared on Dacreus' body.

"After leaving the temple, Aenarion led the Elves to the battle. On the ramparts, he faced the roaring Chaos hordes. His spear pierced the body of a Daemon Prince, pierced the chest of a Banner-Bearer, and finally pierced the neck of a Minotaur. Unarmed, he strode down the steps towards the stunned enemy, picked up weapons from the ground, and slaughtered the remaining members of the Daemon army.

Aenarion was crowned the first Phoenix King, the ruler of Ulthuan. He raised his sword to the arrogant demons under the cheers and expectations of all the elves, and led the elves to take up arms against these chaotic creations. No demon could defeat him. As long as there was a trace of a demon, he and his undefeated army would appear there to save the local civilians.

Soon, word of his victory spread quickly throughout Ulthuan, and all the Elves were inspired by his victory and gathered around him spontaneously. Nothing was the same. When he arrived in the kingdom of Caledor two years later, Caledor swore fealty to him, and together they trained the Elves in the art of fighting, forging armor and weapons. He taught the Elves how to make war, how to follow him, how to fight and conquer. From that time on, the Elves changed, and their spirits were shaped into a whole new people. He remade the Elves in his own image, and he was a great war leader, leading the Elves to victory in times of war.

Even though the elves had heard the story of Aenarion many times, they were still deeply attracted by what Salir said. The history and stories of the elves began with Aenarion. Aenarion's position in the history of the elves was too important. Now everything about the elves was shaped by Aenarion.

"The darkness within must be succumbed, for you know the truth lies within. He holds the sword of Khaine, promising endless power. The god of light and the god of murder fight for his soul. All demons are slain, and the lord of the elves stands tall. If his task fails, the mortal world will fall.

On the island below the battle, spells protected the battlefield, and the demons' minions wailed and cursed their damnation. Today I bow to the hero, the savior is my lord, Aenarion the proud defender, Aenarion the brave forever. "

The Asur could not help but hum the "Song of the Creator". Every ten years, the Asur would hold a festival of light to celebrate Aenarion and commemorate his sacrifice. At dawn on the festival day, each Asur would repeat this verse five times. Then the Druki, the Asrai and the Aenil also sang, no matter where they came from or what they existed. Aenarion changed the elves and was the common hero of the elves. This was beyond doubt. At that moment, the air in the entire venue solidified, and all the elves found resonance and strength in this ancient ballad.

Even Malekith, who was watching all this, couldn't help but humming. His orange eyes kept flashing, and the complex emotions in his heart made him speechless for a moment. He thought of what his father had said to him when he was a child: You are a natural warrior, you are destined to live on the battlefield, and you can control those few elves who are capable of controlling swords.

His father had taught him wisdom and martial arts, and instilled in him his own hatred of Chaos and demons. At this moment, he felt that long-lost feeling, that Aenarion's legacy was not only him, but also the courage and sacrifice of warriors, and a spiritual bond that transcended time and space, connecting all the Elves. As the song echoed, a new hope seemed to be kindled in the hearts of the Elves. They realized that no matter how many battles and misunderstandings there were in the past, Aenarion's spirit still lived in the hearts of every Elf. As the song sang, Aenarion was not only the proud guardian of Ulthuan, but also the brave man who led the Elves into the future.

Salir nodded with satisfaction while listening to the song. He did not plan to tell the story afterwards, because all the elves present knew about it and there was no need for him to elaborate. All he did was to start the conversation, pave the way for the next meeting, and point out the existence of the divinely granted monarchy and the ancient saints.

Dacreus smiled with satisfaction as he hummed. In his opinion, Sarir's wall-banging was a good match, although he had not discussed it with Sarir before. Sarir first pointed out the importance of the Old Saints in the history of the elves, and then pointed out the greatness of Aenarion, who was indispensable in the history of the elves, and implicitly pointed out the divine right of the king.

Yes, the divine right of kings is not the divine right of kings. The concepts of these two words are completely different when translated.

The divine right of kings refers to a practice advocated by monarchs in ancient times when religion dominated politics in order to consolidate their power. They said that they were sent by heaven to govern the world and were the representatives of the gods on earth. As people, they could only follow the instructions of the monarch and could not resist. To put it bluntly, whether it is the divine right of kings or the divine right of kings, they are ideological tools used by rulers to paralyze the people.

But the divine right of kings is not like that, don’t get confused.

Take Athel Loren for example, why did the Asur pledge allegiance to Orion and Ariel? Logically speaking, among the Asur who fled to the border of Athel Loren at that time, Leandra had the highest political status and personal strength. She was the ruler of Kor Vanath, and her noble bloodline was there. But she did not become the ruler of Athel Loren because she was not granted the power of kingship by the gods. She was not the incarnation of Kurnos or Aisha like Orion and Ariel.

There is God in this world, and God is not illusory.

In a world where the gods are real and clearly involved, the legitimacy of divine right is greatly enhanced. In such an environment, the authority of the monarch is not only secular legitimacy, but also directly derived from the approval of the gods. The Asur rallying around the Phoenix King and the Everqueen is the best proof of this.

Politically speaking, monarchs were considered to be the executors of the gods’ will, and their decisions and policies were seen as manifestations of the gods’ will. Monarchs had a sense of divine mission and believed they were fulfilling the gods’ will, which affected their ruling style and decision-making. Monarchs were seen as being protected and blessed by the gods, making their political position more stable.

In such a world, religion and politics will be highly integrated and even difficult to separate.

Clergy may hold a high position in political affairs, or even be directly involved in the decision-making process, as evidenced by the Old World's Bretonnia and Empire. Major decisions and activities of the state are accompanied by sacrifices and religious rituals to ensure the blessing and guidance of the gods. The legal system may be based on religious doctrines, with the will of the gods becoming the highest standard of law.

On important occasions, the gods may appear in some way to clearly show their support for the monarch. The legitimacy of the monarch and the legitimacy of his rule may be verified through miracles or omens. The monarch or heir may undergo some kind of sacred trial to prove whether they are truly recognized by the gods, such as the Knight of the Holy Grail.

The monarch's actions and decisions were seen as role models for morality and ethics, influencing the values ​​of society as a whole. The way history was recorded and interpreted was influenced by the divine right of the monarch, and important events and the monarch's achievements were given divine significance. Literature, art, and cultural works were filled with elements of the divine right of the monarch, emphasizing the connection between the monarch and the gods.

They all match up, even though Malekith clearly didn't believe in Cain, he still lied to Druki and claimed that he was Cain's son. All previous Phoenix Kings had to go through the fire-avoiding spell and walk into the holy fire of Asuryan. Orion and Ariel were simply the incarnations of gods. Only Marest's situation was a little special, but her bloodline was there, and she was considered a poor version of the Everqueen, and was accepted by the Anil. If it was Kaia, the Anil would have made a fuss long ago.

After the song ended, the elves' mood gradually returned to reality from the harmonious resonance.

"The election of the second Phoenix King is a scam! Barshana is a political victim!" Sariel's words reminded Flanes of some past events. He rarely spoke and took the lead without any preparation. His voice sounded coldly, breaking the silence. His eyes under the helmet were sharp, and he mercilessly scanned Asur in the meeting hall. His clenched fists and tense facial muscles showed his inner anger and dissatisfaction.

Gilead's eyes were dull. He just couldn't say "Fuck!", otherwise this word would come out of his mouth. He couldn't understand why Franais, who was always friendly to him, suddenly went crazy.

"What are you implying? If you have evidence, just show it!" Isharion responded. He stood up suddenly, looked at Franais coldly, pointed at Franais and questioned him.

"Evidence? You power-hungry people don't need evidence at all! The entire election process is a joke. All decisions were made in the dark. There is no fairness at all!" Cowell stood up without flinching, his eyes burning with anger.

"For our race to survive, bloodshed and suffering are the price we must pay! The Kingdom of Nagarythe is a meritorious one and should be at the forefront among all the kingdoms, but we will not allow war to rule our people! Our spirit should return to kindness and friendship, instead of being full of bloodlust like when Aenarion was still here. We cannot establish a new order through violence and war, and the heart occupied by anger should no longer exist!"

"Hypocrisy! Weakness! Malekith is the legitimate successor!"

"absurd!"

"That election was full of conspiracy and manipulation!" Franais said as his voice got louder and louder, almost roaring. His accusation made many people present look gloomy, some began to whisper, and some glared back at him angrily.

"Nagareeth should not think highly of himself, but should be equal to all kingdoms!"

"Fuck you!"

Dacus had originally listened to the quarrel of the elves with an expression of staying out of it, but he couldn't hold back after hearing what came out of Baine's mouth. Why did he have to learn to curse from him? Baine taught him martial arts, but what did he teach Baine? Anyway, no matter what it was, it was definitely not cursing, he guaranteed it with his reputation. He turned his head and glanced at the silver mirror. After he adjusted his expression, he put his index finger under his nose as before and covered his mouth with his hand.

"Greatness is determined by achievements, not by the opinions of others!"

"This is just your personal opinion, don't impose your opinion on us!"

Chaos, total chaos. The elves no longer maintained their former elegance and decency, and the entire venue fell into chaos. Except for Enil and the demigods, the elves of various factions were shouting loudly, with angry words and accusations ringing out, and the entire scene seemed extremely out of control.

"You corrupt guys only think about yourselves!" Celile shouted angrily, his voice full of anger and dissatisfaction. The Drukis echoed and expressed their support.

"Shut up! You villains don't understand what real power is! We are the real leaders, and you rebels will only bring disaster to us!" Sarandil's voice was full of contempt and ridicule.

"Disaster? The real disaster is you selfish guys! You only think about your own interests and never consider our future!" Cowell retorted angrily, his hand already on the hilt of the sword, his eyes full of hostility.

"Nonsense! The rule of Ulthuan has never been the exclusive domain of Naggaroth, so how can we talk about seizing it? History clearly records that Tar Anlek is notorious for the corpses and suffering everywhere. We have been sending envoys there, but what about you? We have always hoped that you could consider our ideas, but what about you? If Malekith has any innate rights, it was Morathi who gave them up on his own initiative." Fenryl also joined in and started arguing.

"How dare you disrespect our kingdom!?"

"You Nagarys only know how to solve problems with violence!"

"Fair? Do you know what is fair?"

"You only pursue so-called justice, but we understand true power!"

"You lunatics! Lunatics! Lunatics!"

"You'd better be careful with your words. Being too arrogant will be bad for you." Kalyon laughed sarcastically, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Daxus turned his head to look at Kallion. He could clearly see that Kallion was trembling all over. Fortunately, the Owl Crossbow was not in Kallion's hand, otherwise it would definitely be shot at Asur's seat.

"Malekith's becoming the Phoenix King is his birthright! This is not something that requires your permission! Who are you? A bunch of people who only care about protecting their own rights!"

"Where were you when Aenarion was fighting? In the caves! Begging for mercy in the caves, shivering like a pig lying in the mud! It was Aenarion who saved you! It was the spawn of Nagaryth who saved you!" Maranur could no longer sit still. He joined the battle and launched a harsh mockery.

"Shut up! What gives you the right to say that?!"

"Come on! Come on! Let me see what else you can do besides talking!"

The entire venue was in chaos, with the noise and roars of the elves interweaving together to form a chaotic noise. The previous order had long since disappeared, and everyone was driven by anger and dissatisfaction. It seemed that a bigger conflict could break out at any time.

Dursu, who was standing there listening, felt a headache. The quarrel among the elves reminded him of things that happened a long, long time ago, when the elves at that time were also quarreling like they were now.

The second Phoenix King selection was held in the Kingdom of Avalon, not on the Fire Isles as it was after the death of Barshana. Durthu was also there the second time and played the final role, proving that Elaina's identity was real, or that Elaina, the daughter of Aenarion, played the leading role. At that time, Morathi and Malekith did not know that Elaina was still alive, and Elaina appeared in the middle of the argument.

Elaina strongly declared that she was Aisha's chosen one, the heir of the Everqueen, and that she could not stand a bloody and dark place like Tal Anlek, and could not live with the followers of Khaine. She also said that Morathi was no longer the queen, the Everqueen had returned, and Baalshana would rule Ulthuan, just as my mother recognized my father.

But Morellien and Elena gave up the right to rule Nagareth. In the words of Serio, a student of Dragon Tamer Caledor, she and her brother were the sons of Avalon and had no intention of competing for the right to rule Nagareth. They were favored by Aisha, not by Cain. This was a political compromise, otherwise they would have fought at that time.

"Order must be born! There must be a fair and calm judgment as the standard!"

"And you make decisions in the dark? There is no justice at all!"

Daxus never joined the battle, nor did he plan to stop. As long as there was no fighting, it was fine. His eyes wandered between the quarreling elves. He felt that the quarrel seemed to have reached a logical closure. But this was not important. What was important was that he thought of the past that Malekith had talked to him about.

In his opinion, the appearance of Elana played a big role at that time, and the importance of the divine right of the king was fully demonstrated. Those factions that opposed Naggaroth actually centered on Elana and united around Elana. As Flanais said, Barshana was just pulled out to take the blame, and this Phoenix King could be anyone except Malekith.

It doesn't matter whether Barshana is the Phoenix King or not. What matters is that Elia, who is recognized by those factions, will not marry Malekith. If they don't marry, Malekith will not become the Phoenix King. This is a dead end for Malekith. Politically speaking, it has to be said that this move is too brilliant. Then... (End of this chapter)