In the year 2524 of the Empire's calendar, thousands of Dark Elven battleships and Black Ark approached Ossouin from the west, officially announcing the start of the Elven Civil War.
This caught the High Elves off guard. As everyone knew, the High Elves had just officially expelled the last Chaos Demon under the leadership of Tyrion, the Regent of Ossouin, and all the enemies were driven out of Ossouin. Tyrion had gathered almost all the troops in Ossouin, and even some of the Dragon Princes of Kaldor had volunteered to join Tyrion's army.
After banishing all the Chaos Demons, according to the previous agreement of the High Elven War Council, Tyrion only needed to maintain this state of peace for a year, and then he would be crowned the twelfth Phoenix King. This was originally Tyrion's dream. Ever since the High Elven War Lord gained absolute power, the scene of him becoming the Phoenix King kept appearing in his mind.
But when the moment really came, Tyrion did not feel very happy. On the contrary, there was only emptiness left in his mind.
Alariel had been missing for a long time, and his lover was gone.
His best friends, Azarion and Bellannal, had been missing for a long time, and so had Alariel.
At first, Tyrion kept trying to deceive himself. Maybe they were just in trouble, or maybe they had rescued Alariel but were unable to return to the Old World due to some circumstances, or maybe Azarion and the others were already on their way back to Ossouin.
However, a few months had passed, and now, more than a year had passed. No matter what kind of trouble Azarion was in, there should be at least some news.
Tyrion tried his best to block and ignore the news that the archmages of White Tower had confirmed the death of the great "Wise One" Bellannar. He refused to listen to the divination of the Phoenix priests that the magic net that symbolized Alissanda's power had collapsed.
Did Tyrion not know what was going on with his daughter Alissanda? What happened to Azarion and the others?
He had already thought of it, but he was unwilling to accept it. The Guardian of Ossouin realized that he could not do anything about it. He could get rid of any enemy in front of him, and he could destroy any obstacle that stood in his way. As one of the most dazzling heroes of the High Elves, Tyrion was a High Elven Hero who had "responsibility," "glory," and "duty" in his bones. When Ossouin was in danger, he had to stand up for it, and this stopped him from saving his daughter again.
But this also meant that he only had time to see Alissanda one last time in Nagashzha.
Sitting on the chair next to the throne of the Phoenix King, Tyrion the Elven War, Tyrion, with his eyes closed, "Brother," Tyrion's, Tegris. My brother, what is he doing? "
Standing beside the Prince Regent was the captain of the White Lion Guards, Keshir.
Keshir was still grieving for Finnuba's death. On the day of the Seafarer King's funeral, Keshir, as his best friend, did not cry when he saw Finnuba's body, which had been lying there for months, turn into ashes in the flames. As his best friend, Keshir did not cry. He just changed his White Lion fur to black and stood silently in front of Finnuba's bonfire. He poured two glasses of wine, one to the Phoenix King, and the other to himself.
The captain of the White Lion Guards stood alone in front of the bonfire until the flames were extinguished, until dawn. From that day onwards, the captain of the White Lion Guards wore a black robe to mourn for his best friend. Keshir never questioned how or why Finnuba died. He only blamed himself. The purpose of the White Lion Guards was to protect the Phoenix King. Now that Finnuba was dead, he would bear all the responsibility.
On one hand, Tyrion appreciated Keshir's loyalty and friendship. The Prince Regent had never punished this brave and loyal captain of the White Lion Guards for his mistakes. On the other hand, Tyrion secretly wondered why Finnuba was killed in the impenetrable Phoenix King's Court.
At that time, in order to protect the Phoenix King's safety, the Star Iron Gate of the Phoenix King's Court was tightly shut. Dozens of White Tower Mages had set up an indestructible magic circle. The assassin would have to kill at least one-third of the White Tower Mages before the magic circle would fail.
What if someone could sneak in and force their way in?
It was impossible. The hinges on the Star Iron Gate were so strong that it would take Tyrion three to four hours to break it open with his Flaming Sun Sword.
Then, the conclusion was obvious.
There was a mole in the Phoenix King's Court! And the mole was so powerful that he could directly affect the magic of the Court.
There were only three people in Ossouin who had the opportunity to quietly break through the magic defense and the frontal defense to kill Finnuba or at least provide assistance.
Obviously, this person could not be Tyrion himself. Tyrion knew that he had the idea of replacing Finnuba, but there was no need for him to do so. As a pinnacle Sanctuary-level powerhouse, Tyrion could live for at least 2000 years, and Finnuba was already more than 600 years old. He only needed to wait a little longer. One or two hundred years was not a long time for Gao Jing.
This person could not be Keshir either. Tyrion knew Keshir's loyalty. As long as it was possible, Keshir would not hesitate to die for Finnuba. If he wanted to kill Finnuba, Finnuba would have died ten thousand times already.
Since the mole was not Tyrion himself or Keshir, who else could it be?
"There is still no news of the Supreme Mage Tegris. None of the messengers sent have seen the Supreme Mage in person, my Lord Regent," Keshir said in a low voice. Tyrion said in a low voice. Tyrion did not know what he was thinking or what he had realized. The Prince Regent felt a surge of anger. Some kind of crazy blood was breaking free of his shackles. He realized that from the moment he became the Prince Regent, many things had left him. Love, family, friendship, these things had abandoned him or betrayed him one by one.
"Your Majesty?" Keshir's voice continued. The White Lion Captain said worriedly, "Are you listening? Do you need me to send the White Lion Guards or go to the White Tower in person? "
"He is my younger brother. Tegris is my younger brother! Keshir, remember this! "Tyrion suddenly exploded. The Regent growled like an Orc," I won't allow it! Other than me, no one is allowed. I won't allow it. "
"Yes." Keshir was silent.
This was not the end.
In the ten days since Tyrion expelled the last Chaos Demon from Ossouin, one bad news after another reached the Phoenix King's Court.
The Storm Fleet of the Dark Elves attacked the Kingdom of Taranlok. The Kingdom of Taranlok, which had just expelled the Chaos, was attacked by the Dark Elves. The ancient Watchtower collapsed, destroyed by witchcraft or engulfed by flames. Along the pier, the proud Dragon Boat shone brightly and then calmly sank under the waves.
In a panic, Prince Morva of Taranlok gathered all the troops of Taranlok and fought the Black Ark pirates led by the legendary Dark Elf hero, Duruqi's Navy Commander Rosia – Fallen Heart. After two days of fighting, the Kingdom of Taranlok paid a heavy price to repel Fallen Heart's Black Ark pirates. Prince Morva was seriously injured in the battle and died three days later.
The Asurs rejoiced that the Dark Elves were defeated, but in fact, this was just a diversion by Malecis. This time, the Witch King's army was unprecedentedly large. After the Kingdom of Taranlok lost its combat power, Duruqi's army immediately turned to attack Nagaris, targeting the Eagle Gate.
The ratio of the Dark Elves to the Eagle Gate was 30: 1. Prince Ivan, who was in charge of defending the Eagle Gate, knew that he was facing a hopeless battle.
Under normal circumstances, even if the ratio was 30: 1, the Eagle Gate was confident that they could hold on until reinforcements arrived.
However, the situation now was extremely bad. In the war against the Chaos that had been going on for nearly a year, the High Elves' fortresses all over the island were attacked on a large scale and paid a huge price. The Eagle Gate was also attacked by the Nurgle Demons. 60% of the defenders were injured or killed. Many temporary replacements came in, but there was still a 40% gap. Moreover, the newcomers were all new recruits. Without decades of training, how could these new recruits be worthy of the title of Eagle Gate Guard?
What was even more troublesome was that six of the eight walls that made up the Eagle Gate had been damaged, and the repairs were far from complete. The most damaged part of the wall was only as tall as three people compared to the other passes that were dozens of meters high. With just a hook and a noose, the Dark Elves would be able to leap over it.
The battle began at dawn. Prince Ivan led the guards of the Eagle Gate and fought for a day and a night. Malecis ordered his champion, Marus-Blackblade, to be the vanguard. However, Marus-Blackblade was stubbornly repelled by the Eagle Gate's guards three times. With the arrival of Knight Erion, Taranlok's guards, and the Taranlok Chariot, the Dark Elves seemed to be facing another defeat.
Marrus had no other choice. In order to avoid the terrible punishment of the Witch King, he decided to summon the Great Demon Zakan in his body. The appearance of Zakan instantly reversed the situation of the battlefield. The Great Demon, who was finally released, found that it was as if it was in a Michelin three-star buffet restaurant, surrounded by delicious elven souls. It did not differentiate between friend and foe, and the commander of the defending army, Prince Ivan, was killed by a slit in his throat after only three rounds.
At this moment, the appearance of the Kaldor army and hundreds of dragons gave the High Elves a glimpse of hope. The Asurs burst into cheers, while the Dark Elves trembled. Every Duruzi knew what the sound of the dragon horn from Kaldor meant.
It was the end of the world.
The guards of the Eagle Gate were extremely excited. The young recruits couldn't wait to welcome the Dragon Prince from Kaldor. They felt honored that such a famous warrior like the Dragon Prince was participating in the defense with them. They tried their best to show respect to the people of Kaldor, but at the same time, they also gave up their defensive positions.
When they looked at the Dark Elves again, the Rune Swords produced from Vaal's Anvil pierced their chests from behind.
"Why?" many of the young recruits asked before they died. "Why?"
"Because Kaldor is now serving the Witch King." The Dragon Prince said with shame, "Kaldor – Dragon Tamer's Edict. Malecis is the rightful Phoenix King."
The dragons attacked without warning and mercy. There were a lot of dragons, more than any other dragon legion seen since the era of Alarion. Hundreds of dragons spread their wings and illuminated the sky. On the outer walls of Eagle Gate, the cheers gradually turned into screams as the dragon flames engulfed the walls.
When the High Elves realized that the Kaldor people were not their allies, it was already too late. The dragons' claws tore apart the thin armor of the High Elves, and the flames engulfed the archers. The gate of the Eagle Gate was opened by a group of Kaldor knights. Everyone who tried to stop them was killed. The Dark Elves rushed into the gate and slaughtered all the High Elves except for the Kaldor people.
As the golden eagle on top of the Eagle Gate fell from the sky and fell to the ground and turned into dust, the battle of the Eagle Gate officially ended.
In the tent of the Witch King not far from the Eagle Gate, the Witch King Malecis was sitting on the main seat. Below him were two High Elves who had surrendered. They were Tegris, the supreme mage of the Council of Magisters in the Kingdom of Saffry, and Imric, the last direct descendant of the Kaldor Dragon Tamer, the Prince of Kaldor.
This is too easy. So easy. Mom and Dad don't have to worry about my strategy for Ossouin anymore. Malecis proudly spread his legs and leaned against the back of the chair. He had never been so happy before. Phoenix King's Court? Assur? The end of these hypocrites and usurpers is here!
Kaldor, the symbol of Ossouin's ancient glory and the strongest fighting force, has surrendered to me!
Tegris, the symbol of the guardian of Ossouin and the crystal of the highest magic, has pledged allegiance to me!
Tyrion? What do you have to fight with me? You are surrounded by my people!
Is this the so-called 'a just cause enjoys much support, while an unjust cause enjoys little support'? Looking at the battle report of the Eagle Gate, Malecis tried his best to suppress his joy. The Witch King almost wanted to write the word "justice" on his back.
No, according to Lilith, it was mine to begin with! The Witch King tried hard to adjust his thinking. He was still adapting to the change of his identity. He was supposed to be the legitimate Phoenix King, not a usurper!
Imric's face was filled with pain and shame. Kaldor realized how disgraceful it was to use his ancestor's horn and summon a dragon to kill his own kind. It would leave a stain on Kaldor's glorious record.
However, Lilith's guidance in his dream made him realize that the Witch King might really be the legitimate Phoenix King, especially when the goddess allowed him to cross the barrier of the Great Whirlpool and briefly meet Kaldor, the Dragon Tamer. The Dragon Tamer told him the origin of all the tragedies. He also told him that ever since the second Phoenix King, Beo Chanel, no Phoenix King had ever been recognized by Assuin. It was a curse.
Prince Kaldor's pride and shame were placed on a scale. The words of Lilith and the dragon tamer echoed in Imrek's mind. It was hard to tell whether Imrek hated Tyrion more or Malekith more. After all, to Imrek, it was shameful for him to tell which one was more disgusting between two piles of dog poop.
In the end, Lilith's promise played a decisive role. A Dark Elven ship with the holy emblem of the Moon Goddess appeared in the fog, carrying hundreds of dragon eggs. Following the whisper of the goddess, they were sent to Kaldor, and Imrick finally made up his mind.
I'm not betraying you. I'm just doing this so that Kaldor can survive the Battle of Heaven and the Final Moment. I'm not betraying you. I'm doing this so that Kaldor can be great again.
Imrick suddenly felt that he was very noble. He was enduring the humiliation for the fate of the elves and Kaldor. He believed that history would give him a fair evaluation.
Everything was for Kaldor!
Compared to Imrick's self-hypnosis, Tegris was shrouded in a deeper sense of guilt and torment. His face was paler than ever. Tegris realized that if Imrick could hypnotize him to betray his own people, then as the Guardian of Ossouin, he would be responsible for the death of thousands of elves.
I'm sorry, brother!
This is all Lilith's mission. I'm doing this for the fate of the mortal world.
Can you understand me? Brother?
"Is that so? Is that what Lilith told you?" Malecis' voice sounded. The Witch King asked with interest, "Are you sure? The Goddess of the Moon is on our side? Isn't she always Asuyan's lackey? "
"Please show some respect. Our gods have all descended to the mortal world. As the Moon Goddess, Lilith's prophecy is not to be doubted." Although Tegris' heart was turbulent, his face was expressionless. "We all know that Yisha and Kunos live in Azeroth. This is a reincarnation, the reincarnation of the Battle of Heaven."
"Since it's a reincarnation, why does she still want to help me? Can't she just wait for everything to restart?" Malecis was still suspicious of everything. "We will die, but she won't."
"She managed to escape the previous reincarnation tribulation, so she plans to escape this time as well." Tegris said quietly. "The only thing that can fight against the Four Gods of Chaos is Asuyan's power of creation. I said before that you are not Kane, and you never were. But she is Lilith, and she has always been. She even chose to marry …"
"A monkey," Imran interrupted. Prince Kaldor remembered Laing's arrival in Ossouin and the dragon tamer's words. He hurriedly added, "The ancestor mentioned a monkey that can fight and speak human language."
"And the Lord of the Phoenix never said anything more," Malecis couldn't help but say. "I didn't receive any revelations."
"The Lord of the Phoenix has been defeated in the subspace and fell to the mortal world. His power of creation can do anything, anything. This is the only chance." Tegris emphasized again. "As the rightful Phoenix King, only you can inherit Asuyan's power. The conflicts of the past will disappear, and an era of great change will come. In this era, the friendship and hatred of the past will no longer control our fate. She told us that if we want our people to survive, we must let go of the past and embrace the future."
"The elves will be united again, and a true Phoenix King will rule the world. As the descendant of Alarion, this is your destiny. The ancient war will come to an end, and we will be the masters of our own destiny, together with the gods."
"Okay, okay." Malecis was moved by Tegris's description.
The unification of the three essences!
The true Phoenix King!
Rule the world and rebuild the Elven Empire!
It was burning!
"Then who is Kane's avatar?" Malecis, who had been burning for a while, suddenly thought of something. "There's no way Kane won't choose an avatar."
"Kane will be the last to arrive, but he has already chosen someone."
"Who is it? Who will be the destroyer and the one who will bring the end of the world? "
"He is …"
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