One step at a time, Malecis walked up the stairs.
The pace of time slowly walked past Assuyan's diamond and platinum steps. Malekis, who was more than 7000 years old, was there, gazing with deep affection. Before Assuyan's Holy Fire, he was a shadow of himself when he was 1700 years old. His life gradually grew older, silently taking away his glory as a prince of the King Selection Congress. The moment he stepped into the Holy Fire, he lost all his glory and status, becoming a detestable Shaman King.
Malecis opened his mouth. He remembered an ancient song. How long has it been since he sang? About 5000 years, right?
His heavy footsteps stepped on the gorgeous steps, and hot blood spilled on the floor. Malecis suddenly felt that nothing mattered. If he failed, the whole world would be buried with him.
He remembered when he was a child, his father Alarion carried him in his arms and walked in the military camp of the Nagaros Kingdom.
He continued to move forward.
He remembered when he failed to become the Phoenix King. He traveled to the old world as a ranger. In the land of Brittany, he met his wife Alisala. (Yes, Malecis' first wife had the same name as the little queen Alisala.) She was the chief high priestess of the Moon Goddess Lilith. How sweet the time of marriage was.
Unfortunately, after some time of marriage, Alisala found out that Malecis was studying dark magic. The high priestess of the Moon Goddess chose to leave quietly, and the couple lived separately from then on.
He remembered that he continued to move east. Malecis' heart suddenly felt a stab of pain. He would never forget that the first Supreme Dwarf King held his hand tightly before his death, and asked him to promise that he would not betray their friendship.
Snorri Whitebeard! My dear friend, my brother!
I'm sorry … I'm really sorry.
He remembered how overjoyed he had been when, after a lapse of more than two thousand years, his wife, Alisala, had asked to be returned to him.
However, this news was heard by the Witch Empress, Morasi. The Witch Empress charmed an elite prince and asked him to lead an army to kill Alisa and her guards. He was so angry that he locked his mother in prison and tortured her crazily. From then on, he lost the last trace of warmth in his soul. He lost his family and love at the same time. The only thing left was the desire for revenge. He let Morasi go because his mother could help him take revenge.
He continued forward, and the holy flame was right before his eyes.
The funniest thing had happened. Now, everyone was telling him that he was the true Phoenix King?
What about all the things I've done, all the consequences I've caused, and all the countless sacrifices I've made?
Malecis couldn't help but laugh.
Let's move on.
The Shaman King's figure disappeared, leaving behind only a human figure screaming miserably in the sacred fire.
Amidst the endless pain, Malecis' consciousness gradually blurred.
The world disappeared, leaving behind only him who was being burned by the flames.
So, it ended just like that? Malecis thought. I failed again, Father.
Father?
Everything around him disappeared, leaving behind a vast expanse of whiteness.
A new scenery appeared. A beautiful elven manor, a plump rice field that was taller than a human, and a handsome figure that often appeared in his dreams was standing in the middle of the field, reaching out his hand towards Malecis.
Tyrian?! When he saw the other party's face clearly, Malecis instantly shuddered, and the Shaman King quickly retreated.
Oh no! Malecis touched his waist, but he didn't find anything.
Where's my sword???
The handsome figure looked at Malecis's flustered look and couldn't help but smile sarcastically. "What's wrong, Malecis? You don't even recognize your father? "
"Father?" Malecis couldn't believe it. The Shaman King quickly took a few steps forward, his voice trembling.
"Ah, I see my grown son. How did you become such a coward? You're a disgrace to me." The first Phoenix King, the hero who saved the world, the legend who defended the glory of the elves, and the founder of the Phoenix King Dynasty, the explorer Alarion said coldly, "To think that I gave you the name Malecis."
When time quietly turned around with tears in his eyes, the tall, handsome, and invincible Alarion was there, looking at him with affectionate eyes. Everything seemed to have returned to the past, the new kingdom of Nagaris, the teenage Malecis, his father taught him swordsmanship, and his mother taught him magic. Time passed quickly, the young Malecis carried his luggage and walked towards the Anuli Mountains to hunt.
It seemed like it was just yesterday.
Malecis' tears had already blurred his vision. The proud Shaman King knelt on the ground and laughed loudly. "Father? Son? Hahahaha! "
How many years had it been since he cried? Three thousand years? Four thousand years? Five thousand years?
Tears flowed down Malecis' face. The Shaman King gritted his teeth, sniffed hard, and said to Alarion, "Father, can you come here?"
"Hmm?" Alarion walked closer.
Malecis raised his fist and punched the first Phoenix King in the face. He cried and shouted, "You f * cking married a good wife! Father, do you know how much trouble that bastard Morasi has brought me? Do you know how much pressure I have to bear as your son? Do you know how much criticism I have to endure because of this? Everyone is saying that I'm a child cursed by Cain's blood! Everyone is afraid of me, they hate me! "
Alarion's expression changed slightly. The first Phoenix King pushed Malecis away and said coldly, "Good! You're spirited. You're like my son with this kind of strength. "
"You're still so annoying, Father." Malecis' tears continued to flow, but he still spoke sarcastically.
"You're also so annoying, son," Alarion said coldly.
Both father and son laughed at the same time.
"How old are you, Malecis?" Alarion's expression was still cold.
"6,982 years old, Father." Malecis wiped away his tears. The Shaman King tried hard to recall before saying, "But that doesn't include the time I spent in the Chaotic Wastelands and the Chaotic Domain."
"That's still a long time," Alarion said bluntly. "My lifespan isn't even a fraction of yours."
"Then should I be happy or sad?" Malecis was still crying, but he sneered. "Be happy. Your descendant Tyrion has already pulled out Cain's Sword. Now, no one is his match."
"… That's not surprising. Do you know why I put Cain's Sword back?" Alarion said coldly, "I knew this day would come. It's just a matter of time. Just like how Kaledor the Dragon Tamer and I parted ways, the elves parted ways as well. It's fated that the elves parted ways.
"Why?" Malecis waited for his father's answer.
"Because the war is too hopeless," Alarion said calmly. "Even if I can draw out the Sword of Cain and kill any demon that appears in my sight, the chaos is endless, and I can't do anything by myself. Therefore, the destruction of the elves is destined. That's why Kaldor proposed the Great Maelstrom Plan. At that time, I flatly rejected it, and it caused a rift between us. Now, the elves must be saying that I'm short-sighted and stupid."
"They're just a bunch of ignorant cowards," Malecis said through gritted teeth. The Shaman King was furious at the elves' cowardice.
"I had my reasons for making that choice," Alarion nodded. Alarion nodded. "That's because the success rate of Kaldor's plan is actually very low. Now that we know that the Maelstrom is a success, we'll naturally conclude that I'm a fool. But what if it doesn't work?"
"The elves would have been destroyed immediately," Malecis nodded.
"That's right. At that time, I still had hundreds of thousands of troops and more than 20,000 dragon knights under my command. If I didn't carry out the Great Maelstrom Plan, I could at least protect Ossouin for a few decades. But if the Great Maelstrom Plan failed and drained all the magic in Ossouin, the elves would have completely fallen within seven days," Alarion said. "All the magic weapons and magic circles would have lost their effectiveness, and the elves would have been destroyed immediately."
Malecis completely understood. Although there was a limit to dying late, how many people were willing to give it their all instead of fighting until the end? There were countless slaves in Nagaros, and only one person could get the chicken dinner in the end, so why did the group of gladiators still fight with their lives on the line?
"I didn't agree with the plan at that time because the success rate was too low. I didn't give up on the Great Maelstrom Plan. I just needed time to consider and make a choice. But in the end, a few days after I rejected the plan, Kaldor directly betrayed me and started the plan." Alarion's face was full of indifference. "I only knew that the ritual had begun at the most critical moment. I was forced to leave Morasi and you to lead the dragon knights to protect the traitors and people who were unwilling to accept my command. I united all the forces that I could use to face the four strongest demons under the command of the Four Gods of Chaos. Why did I do that? Wasn't it for the elves' tomorrow? "
"But they betrayed you!" Malecis roared.
"Yes, they betrayed us." Alarion seemed very indifferent. "The survivors didn't save their compatriots who were affected by Kane, nor did they thank us for our sacrifice. They only repeated their doubts and discrimination, afraid that a crazy warrior would rule over them again. Why didn't I let you become the Phoenix King? It's because the elves owe me too much, so much that they can't repay me, so they simply didn't pay me back. The elven court never lacked bureaucrats and politicians, and we always had too many politicians."
"You have to remember, Malecis, we don't owe the elves anything. On the contrary, the elves owe me a lot, a lot," Alarion said coldly. "You didn't become the Phoenix King because of everyone's recommendation. You just took back what was destined to be yours. That's all."
"That's all," Malecis repeated.
Yes, I am the son of the Phoenix King. The position of Phoenix King should have been mine! This is what the high elves owe me. I don't need anyone's approval or pity.
"The glory of the Elven Empire can be restored. It's all up to you, Malecis." Alarion nodded slightly. The first Phoenix King sneered and stared at his son. "If it's my son …"
"Have you ever loved your mother, father?" Father. "Malekith completely understood.
"If venting my desire for sex and the pursuit of beauty counts as feelings, perhaps a little," Alarion said casually. "I've only loved one woman in my life."
"The Eternal Queen, Estalia?" Malecis was stunned for a few seconds.
"Yes."
That's good. Then I won't feel any pressure when dealing with my mother.
"After you become the Phoenix King, remember to marry the Eternal Queen, Alarion. She's a good woman. Treat her well." Alarion nodded. "If there's anyone you owe, it's Finnuba. Treat his daughter well."
"Daughter???" Malecis was dumbfounded. "Wait, isn't Alarion Finnuba's wife and Tyrion's lover?"
"Alarion is Finnuba's daughter. When the previous fake king, Finnuba, was still in power, he already had an affair with the previous Eternal Queen. Alarion is the child of Finnuba and the previous Eternal Queen. She was only born after Finnuba succeeded the throne."
Malecis felt his head was in a mess.
"Remember, Malecis. You are your own master. My blood flows in your veins. You have always been your own master. You have always made decisions for yourself. When your people abandoned you, you never bowed to them. When our god was against you, you never bowed to him. In the end, you will never bow to Chaos, right? "
"Yes, father!"
"Then, that's all." Alarion smiled at Malecis. The first Phoenix King waved his hand. He turned into a thousand winds and left. "Today is your birthday, Malecis. Happy birthday."
"Thank you." Malecis cried again. He wiped his tears away. He had long forgotten his birthday, but Alarion still remembered.
The first Phoenix King disappeared in the light.
The Phoenix Pair flew away, leaving no trace behind.
Listening to the rain, the leaves rustling, the memories swaying with the wind.
Forever Alarion, forever the defender, forever the hero and legend.
The Assuyan Sanctum opened, and Malecis walked out unscathed. He was strong, handsome, and powerful. Assuyan's power enveloped him. He was no longer a mortal. He was the embodiment of Assuyan's will and power.
The end was set. There was still hope.
Three days later, Lothar, Phoenix King's Court.
Thousands of people stood in the huge square, ready to witness the ascension of the new king. In the middle of the Black Guards and the Phoenix Guards, Malekith, who had finally taken off his armor and was wearing the Phoenix King's robe, walked towards the throne step by step under thousands of gazes.
The High Elf Moon Goddess Lilith appeared. The Dark Elf Pale Queen Olica also appeared. They stood in front of the High Elves and Dark Elves respectively.
Malecis walked to the center of the hall and knelt on the white carpet.
Tegris, the Great Mage of the White Tower of Hoss, began to read the edict. "In the name of the God of Heaven, Assuyan, the Lord of the Phoenix, the edict is as follows."
"I've heard that Asuyan's blessings are constant and must be returned to the main line. Therefore, the four seasons are orderly and the mortal world is peaceful. The son of the first Phoenix King, Malekith, is skilled in both civil and military affairs, the Sun of the Phoenix is a reflection of Alarion's bow. He worships the gods above and protects the people below. His talents are precious and worthy of being a sovereign. Today, by the oracle of Asuyan, the Lord of the Phoenix, he ascends the throne as King and establishes the royal lineage as the twelfth Phoenix King!"
"Long live the Phoenix King!" There were some chaotic shouts in the square.
Amidst the wind music, the accordion and flute, and the accompaniment of the harp and trumpet, the Phoenix King Malecis walked up the steps step by step. He looked at the Phoenix King's throne in front of him with mixed feelings. There was joy, respect, anger, and sadness.
He could hardly describe his feelings at this moment.
This originally belonged to me, all of this originally belonged to me!
Even if it's 4500 years late, do you see it? Father! I finally got back everything I lost!
Thinking of Alarion, Malecis felt a lump in his throat.
The Moon Goddess Lilith stood beside the throne. Olica held a silver plate with the Phoenix King's crown on it. Malecis knelt down again. Lilith had a smile on her face. The Goddess took the crown, raised it, and gently placed it on Malecis' head. "Now, the era of the new Phoenix King has arrived!"
"May the Gods bless you, Malecis, the true Phoenix King!"
The petals of the Phoenix Flower filled the sky.
On this day, Ossouin ushered in a new era.
Malecis walked down the steps with Tegris and Imric following behind him. The Phoenix King looked back and forth at the celebratory procession. He recalled Tegris' instructions: the Phoenix King had to salute and pay his respects to the Queen of Eternity. This was a rule of Ossouin that all generations of Phoenix Kings had to follow.
He also noticed that many people in the crowd were looking at him with fear, suspicion, and hostility. It was clear that his title as the Phoenix King was not enough to convince them, even if he had obtained Asoyan's power and become her avatar.
Soon, Malekith found the Queen of Eternity, Alariel. She had returned to Ossuan along the roots of the World Tree three days ago, and then rushed to his coronation ceremony.
Alarion and Malecis looked at each other. The Phoenix King and the Queen of Eternity had met. Tegris hurriedly reminded Malecis, "Your Majesty, bow."
"What?" Malecis was stunned.
"She is the Queen of Eternity, greater than the Phoenix King, and now you are seeking her support," Tegris said anxiously, "Bow, or all the Asoers will have a problem with you!"
Malecis' expression changed slightly. He suddenly realized that even though he had ascended the throne, there was still a lot of things to do.
When Malecis saw Alarion's beautiful face and her unique and ethereal beauty, he swore that he had never seen such a beauty to his liking.
So beautiful!
Then, there was only one answer!
The new Phoenix King no longer hesitated. He quickly stepped forward and knelt on one knee. The Phoenix King reached out and grabbed Alarion's hand wrapped in a white lace glove. Malecis shouted, "Your Majesty Alarion, please marry me!"
His voice echoed throughout the Phoenix King's Court and did not calm down for a long time.
Tegris was shocked, Imric was shocked, and all the high elf princes and dark elf Dreadlords were shocked.
Lilith and Orica were shocked.
Alarion also took a few steps back in shock. The Queen of Eternity subconsciously wanted to shake off Malecis' hand, but she could not.
"Marry me!" Malecis repeated.
The entire Phoenix King's Court was silent.
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