The Phoenix King had gone missing.
When the high elves were faced with endless threats, the sky was roaring. When wildfires burned across the fertile plains, when the winds and clouds above the Anuli Mountains changed drastically, when lightning and fire descended from the mountain peaks, when the endless Chaos Demons roared from the cloud-covered mountain peaks, when the tides of Chaos descended together with rain, lightning, and thick poisonous fog.
Surprisingly, the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen did not respond.
The trees mutated, the animals went crazy and grew tentacles, the earth decayed into a pool of mud, and the warehouses full of food became a stinky and filthy place for mosquitoes. When the flames lit up the forest of Charis, when the power of Chaos descended upon Ossouin, almost every high elf was calling out, "Phoenix King, Eternal Queen, our king, where are you?"
There was no response. The Phoenix King's Court was now in a state of eternal closure. No matter how the high elves and the representatives of the people pleaded and called out, the stone-hearted Phoenix King Finnuba did not respond.
The high elves were forced to start arming themselves. The ten kingdoms fought for themselves. Without a commander and coordination, the high elves took out their own weapons and fought to protect their beloved homeland.
The Kingdom of Charis was engulfed in flames, and the demons of Tzeentch spread their colorful flames throughout the forest. Savry's White Tower archmages had to stabilize the giant whirlpool while dealing with the challenges of the Tzeentch Wizards on flying discs.
The soldiers of the Koth Kingdom and the Erion Kingdom gathered together. The plague of Nurgle was spreading across the once fertile lands.
The Khorasans had their eyes on Ithain and Taranlok. The Bloodthirsty Demons were looking for skulls that could satisfy the Khorasans. The Horasans drove their carriages, danced, sang, and drank in the high elves' manors until dawn.
All the kingdoms were in a state of emergency until Prince Imrek of Kaldor appeared. Kaldor was the first High Elf Kingdom to completely destroy the Chaos Demons with his own strength. Imrek was free to gather his troops and prepare to support the other kingdoms. Prince Kaldor was confused as to why the Keda Duck did not do anything, so he personally led a group of Dragon Princes to Lothern.
Imric, the elite Legendary hero Finnuba relied on, the last descendant of Kaldor the Dragon Tamer, entered the Phoenix King's Court despite Keshir, the captain of the White Lion Guards. When he came out, Imric had a strange expression on his face. On one hand, Prince Kaldor seemed to be a little sad. This was an expression that the proud Kaldor people would only see when their close dragon companions died in battle. On the other hand, many people said that Imric's face was burning with the fire of ambition.
As expected, the first thing Imric did was to announce that he would temporarily act as the acting Grand Lord of War since Tyrion was not around. Imric was quickly satisfied with this request because he urgently needed the support of Kaldor's army. He was appointed as the acting Grand Lord of War.
However, Imric was not satisfied. Soon, when Prince Kaldor asked to control the important personnel of the entire High Elf Kingdom and part of the Phoenix King's Court's financial power, many Assur realized that if they agreed to Imric's request, Prince Kaldor would effectively control the Phoenix King's Court and would be able to make some decisions naturally. Therefore, many High Elf nobles refused to accept this condition.
Imric's response was simple. All the High Elf Kingdoms and High Elf nobles who accepted this condition would be supported by Kaldor's army. Those who refused Imric's proposal would have to find a way to protect themselves. Kaldor's army would not provide any help.
"Everyone knows of Imrek's intentions."
— Lotharn Street Proverb
Therefore, when the Tai brothers and a group of High Elf heroes led the defeated army back to Ossouin, they found that the whole of Ossouin was a battlefield. Although the Chaos Demons' attack was under control, a lot of land had fallen. Among the High Elf nobles who did not support Imric, only the most daring ones dared to openly talk about the possibility of recovering the lost land from the Chaos Demons.
Tyrion was an intelligent and politically powerful being. He almost immediately realized that Imric wanted to become the Phoenix King. His ambition had swelled like a tide. Even so, Tyrion knew that he, Tegris, and the High Elf nobles had to thank Prince Kaldor and his army. If it were not for the dragon army, the situation in Ossouin would be out of control. However, Imric's actions also meant that he was using this as a bargaining chip and capital to help Prince Kaldor once again advance to the Phoenix King's position.
Logically speaking, Tyrion should suppress Imric's ambition at this time. At the same time, he should also mend the "pro-Kaldor" and "anti-Kaldor" factions that had been divided in Ossouin. At this time, only Tyrion could do it.
However, at this time, Tyrion only had Alissanda in his heart. The War Lord ordered the Ten High Elf Kingdoms to mobilize enough troops to resist the Chaos Demons' invasion and prepare to organize another High Elf army to go to the old world to rescue Alissanda.
Even with the threat of the Chaos Demons, the Phoenix King's capital, Lotharn, was still as prosperous and luxurious as before. In the magnificent courtyard of the High Elves, Tegris, the supreme mage of the White Tower Magus Council, strode into the courtyard.
In the courtyard, Prince Azarion of Iris and Princess Aedilah of Terrenrock greeted Tegris, but the supreme mage was a little unhappy. Tegris did not know what Tyrion knew, but in the most critical moment, Tyrion chose to trust Azarion and Aedilah, and the two High Elves were also the few high-ranking High Elves who knew the truth of Alissanda's identity.
"Brother, you have to step up." Tegris said to Tyrion. The War Lord had locked himself in the meeting room for an entire day to come up with a strategy. "You have to take over all the troops in Ossouin. Otherwise, Imrek will divide Ossouin. If Ossouin is devoured by the demons, what's the point of saving Alissanda?"
"You're teaching me how to do things? My brother. " Tyrion turned around and looked at Tegris. "She's your niece, Tegris. She's our future."
"No …" Tigris sighed. The Supreme Mage tried to persuade him again, "You know very well that only the daughter of the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen can become the next Eternal Queen."
"Isn't she the daughter of Finnuba and Alissanda?" Tyrion looked impatient. "Isn't she the rightful Eternal Queen?"
"No, she's not. She won't become the Eternal Queen." Tegris suddenly sighed. "Brother, guess what I see on your face?"
"What?"
"The curse of Cain. The handsome face of the Bloodhand God. It's so clear." Tegris took a deep breath and said coldly, "The curse in our blood is eating away at your sanity. If you continue like this, you will bring destruction to Assur."
"…" Tyrion's expression froze. Suddenly, a sense of honor and responsibility rose in his heart. He clutched his chest and felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.
Tegris waited for Tyrion's reply in the shadows.
"You're so cold, Tegris. Isn't Alissanda your niece?" If Tyrion admitted his mistake easily, he would not be Tyrion. The War Lord looked at his brother coldly. He tried not to show his weak side. "You've always been so cold. Compared to Alissanda, you'd rather deal with Lilith and the magic scrolls in the White Tower Library. Maybe you're only suitable to be friends with the lizardmen."
Tegris was suddenly speechless. The War Lord opened his mouth and finally said, "The fate of our race depends on you. Brother, you need to make a choice."
Tyrion was silent. As the War Lord, the Guardian of Ossouin, the sense of duty and honor, and the responsibility and love of a father were fighting in his chest.
"Ossouin needs a hero." Tegris left the last sentence and then turned to leave.
Before leaving the room, the War Lord murmured in his heart.
I'm sorry, brother. Forgive me.
After Tegris left, Azarion walked to Tyrion's side. "War Lord, Assur's future is in your hands."
"Assur's future has never been in my hands!" Tyrion said coldly. "Let's go to the Assuyan Holy Temple. The Lord of the Phoenix will decide Ossouin's future."
Without saying anything, Tyrion, Azarion, and Etilla immediately set off for the Assuyan White Gold Phoenix Pyramid on Flame Island.
The process was unexpectedly smooth.
The Phoenix Priests and Phoenix Guard Captain Ka Zhuoin were still the same as they had been for the past several thousand years, unable to obtain any divine edicts or prophecies from Asuyan. Similarly, the Phoenix Priests were already used to making decisions on behalf of Asuyan, and this had been the case for the past several thousand years. The Phoenix Lord almost never spoke or issued any divine edicts. In the past two thousand years, only Phoenix Guard Captain Ka Zhuoin had obtained Asuyan's Sacred Emblem, but just like all the other Phoenix Guards, Ka Zhuoin had remained silent ever since.
When Tyrion, Azarion, and Etilla arrived at the Phoenix Pyramid, all the Phoenix Priests believed that Tyrion was Assuyan's choice because he was the first to arrive at the Phoenix Lord's Pyramid.
Ten thousand Phoenix Guards knelt down at the same time. Dozens of golden halberd phalanxes swore allegiance to Highlord Tyrion under the proclamation of the Phoenix Priests. The Phoenix Priests proudly declared that Tyrion was Asuyan's choice.
"The Lord of the Phoenix has chosen you, Tyrion." Azarion walked up to Tyrion, and Prince Iris told Tyrion his decision in the most sincere and serious tone, "Go back, Highlord War, and meet your destiny."
"But what about Alisala?" Tyrion was very shaken. The War Lord's sense of honor, responsibility, and mission began to suppress everything.
"Leave it to me and Etilla." Azarion nodded to Princess Etilla. "We will form a new army and go to the Old World to rescue Alisala. We will save Alisala … or until we die in battle."
Tyrion was silent for a long time. He stared at Azarion and Etilla until tears welled up in his eyes and their faces became blurred. Finally, War Lord nodded and said, "Please, my friend."
Tyrion, Azarion, and Etilla parted ways. When War Lord led an army of thousands of High Elves and ten thousand Phoenix Guards into the Phoenix Parliament, everyone was shocked by Tyrion's appearance.
Tyrion unsheathed his Sunfire Sword and coldly announced that he would take over the entire army of Ossouin. If anyone disagreed, they were welcome to duel with him.
No one dared to face Tyrion's sword directly, not to mention that Tyrion had actually replaced Finnuba as the ruler for over two hundred years. Everyone was already used to following Tyrion's orders. It did not matter whether Finnuba was present or not. As soon as Tyrion appeared, all the High Elf Princes and Dukes, as well as the Archmages of the White Tower, knelt down and declared their loyalty to Tyrion.
Then, Tyrion loudly announced that he would be the Grand Tutor's Regent. He would be in charge of all political affairs in the Phoenix King's Court and all military affairs in the Ten Kingdoms.
Prince Kaldor realized that all his efforts were in vain, so he decided to fight back. "The Phoenix King is not here. Tyrion, what right do you have to take the place of the Phoenix King? What right do you have to crown yourself as the regent?" Prince Kaldor questioned. "His Majesty Fennuba is not here, Tyrion," he said. What right do you have to unilaterally declare that you are in charge of all military affairs in Ossouin? You are trying to rebel! "
"Even if you are the Phoenix King, you are just a servant of Assuyan in the mortal world. Imrick, I'm afraid you are mistaken." Tyrion looked at his last opponent and sneered. "Unfortunately, I, Tyrion, War Lord, am fortunate enough to be recognized by Assuyan. I am his messenger and favorite in the mortal world. Don't you believe me?"
Tyrion looked outside the parliament.
The Phoenix Priests shouted outside the hall, "Assuyan has decreed, Tyrion, Regent! Tyrion, Regent! "
Imrick's face turned pale. Prince Kaldor suddenly realized that he had no chance to fight against Tyrion, who had the right to do so.
He announced that the Kaldor Kingdom was officially independent from Ossouin. The proud Dragon Princes would face the Chaos Demons and the coming Final Moment alone.
After that, Imrick strode out of the Phoenix Council.
Tyrion sneered, and War Lord laughed at Imrick for overestimating himself. Then, the new Grand Tutor of Ossouin strode out of the Phoenix Council.
Ten thousand Phoenix Guards and the heroes and warriors of the Nine Elven Kingdoms knelt down, ready to listen to the orders of the Grand Tutor.
Tyrion suddenly felt that he understood the true meaning and nature of politics.
Looking at the magnificent scene of hundreds of flags and tens of thousands of elite soldiers all kneeling before him, a burning excitement came from the depths of the blood of the new Grand Tutor Regent.
He understood.
"Without power, there is no way to defeat the bandits.
Without power, there is no way to rule the world!
Other than that, there is nothing else. "
"Chaos is trying to destroy the world?"
"You overestimate yourself!"
"Assur, advance! For the Phoenix King's Court, for Ossouin! "
"For Ossouin!"
… I am the section dividing line that I have comprehended …
On the other side, Laing was returning to the Fontainebleau Palace after withdrawing his troops from Gissoleiox.
His personal maid, Olica, suddenly heard an oracle from the void.
A twisted and venomous voice filled with endless coldness drilled into Olica's ears, which were adorned with several golden rings.
"Daughter ~ My daughter, the time has come ~"
"It's time to give your everything to your mother!"
Olica couldn't help but smile sweetly.
Yes, it's about time, mother ~
Your time should come to an end.
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