Year 2513 of the Empire Calendar, May. Ossouin, Resurrection Island, the palace of the Eternal Queen of the High Elves, the Eternal Queen's Courtyard.
Resurrection Island was located in the northern waters of the High Elves' Maelstrom, near the coast of the Kingdom of Avalon (the territory of the Eternal Queen). Other than the ruins of the temple of Mother Earth, there was also the temple of Yisha, the Mother of All, in the depths of the beautiful valley. Every Eternal Queen was crowned here. Priestess Yisha of the High Elves lived here. The origin of the temple on the island was shrouded in the fog of time. The underground part of the temple was extremely complicated, and many mysterious ceremonies were held underground. No male elves could watch or participate.
Every female elf in Ossouin had to make a pilgrimage to the island once in their lives.
Here, there was probably the most beautiful natural scenery in the world. It was like spring all year round, and the power of the Goddess of Life from the Elves, Yisha, continued to bless this land. In the towering cliffs and the splashing waterfalls, flowers covered every corner of the island. The grass swayed, and birds sang here. In the depths of the cliffs and among the peaks of the valleys, there were clouds and valleys, and ancient trees that had been there for thousands of years. When the sun rose in the morning, thousands of wisps of mist floated, and the deep forests and gardens were either bright or dark.
At night, the moon was bright, and the starry sky was vast. The atmosphere was elegant and dignified, and the forest was deep and ethereal. Animals, plants, and the High Elves who lived here blended into nature. The moss covering the surface of the rocks and the vines falling from the cliff told of the ancient history of thousands of years.
The Palace of Avalon was full of guests, and the High Elves once again drank until dawn and enjoyed bliss. The whole palace was filled with the aura of lust and harmony. A convention to encourage fertility was held here, and it would last for a few days.
Unlike the dark elves who had eight to twelve children or even more, their cousin Assur's population had gradually declined over the years. If not for the Phoenix King Finnuba opening up the trade route to the old world, Assur's population decline would have continued. Even with the economic recovery brought about by massive ocean trade, the high elves' fertility rate was barely enough to maintain the standard of population decline. A group of elite couples would usually only have one or two children, and it was rare to have more than three.
In the early morning of Avalon, the pure sunlight passed through the fresh and elegant palace of the Queen of Eternity, the Summer Palace. An urgent military report was sent into the palace, waking up the Queen of Eternity and her champion warrior who was sleeping soundly in the palace.
On the large bed, the thin silk blanket was unable to hide the storm from before. The Eternal Queen's Chosen One champion was still a little sleepy, but after hearing the news, he knew that he had to get up.
He was the patron saint of Ossouin, the war lord of the high elves, and the pride of Assur.
Following the gentle sunlight, the man only wore a robe. He came to the spacious bathroom and slowly immersed himself in the water under the white marble tiles and golden patterns.
Two Avalon maids came in from the outside with fragrant oil and towels in their hands. Another Avalon maid gently held a basket of flower petals. Her movements were graceful as she sprinkled the petals into the pool.
In Ossouin, to be an Avalon maid was the highest honor for the women of Assur. This sisterhood, which originated from the mission of the ancient elves to protect the Queen of Eternity, was not only the goal of all the female elves in the entire kingdom, but also the symbol of the highest status. These Avalon maids were all stunning beauties. They were usually responsible for serving the Queen of Eternity and declaring the will of the Queen of Eternity to the various high elf kingdoms. During wartime, these maids would use a storm of arrows full of magic power and the enchanted scimitars in their hands to protect their queen.
Each Avalon maid was at least at the mid-Legendary-level, and there were many at the Sanctuary-level. There were more than a thousand Avalon maids under the command of the Queen of Eternity.
And now, they were serving the warrior in the bath.
The bath was large enough for a dozen people to swim in. The warrior closed his eyes and enjoyed the service of the Avalon maids in the bath. In the past, these maids would only serve the Queen of Eternity and the Phoenix King, but he was used to it. The Queen of Eternity had made countless exceptions for her Chosen One champion, and this was just one of them.
His streamlined muscles glowed faintly. The two Avalon maids stared at the warrior's muscular body with adoration and love. The muscles on the warrior's back were as hard as the High Elves' finest Yserama silver armor, but the skin on his chest and abdomen were covered with scars one after another. Those were the warrior's military medals, and it was also the extent of their detail that repeatedly told of the countless dangers the warrior had encountered, and how he had always faced his enemies head-on and never retreated.
After applying the ointment, the maids used their delicate fingers and small sandalwood knives to scrape off the essential oil on the warrior's body. The dazzling golden hair and the warrior's extraordinarily handsome face made the maids blush.
He was like the sun. Many Avalon maids liked to say that he was bright, dazzling, and hot. He brought hope to everyone, but if they got too close to him, they would be in danger of getting hurt.
Now, the warrior's golden hair was carefully tied into small braids by the Avalon maids. He stood up from the water and calmly stretched out his hands. He put on a white High Elven shirt and trousers, then a mithril inner armor, and then a chain armor, armor skirt, shoulder and shin armor. It was only when he put on the legendary Alarion dragon armor, a golden winged prince helmet, and a pale blue cape of Kothi that everything was done.
The War Lord of the High Elven War Council, the Guardian of Ossouin, the Descendant of Alarion the Defender, the Chosen Champion of the Eternal Queen Alarion, the Dragon of Kothi, and the greatest warrior in the world. Tyrion nodded slowly and slowly walked out of the bathroom.
As a matter of fact, Tyrion had already sensed Tyrion's call when they were drinking till dawn. Tyrion seemed to be eager to say something to him. As twins, Tyrion and Tyrion were completely different. Tyrion was a brave warrior and a great leader. It was easy to tell what Tyrion was thinking from his face. On the other hand, Tyrion was a great mage who did not show his emotions on his face. Tyrion could maintain the same expression all day long.
However, the two still maintained a strange connection. Tyrion could easily feel Tegris' emotions, whether it was anger, happiness, worry, or calmness. The twins were connected by a mysterious bond. Tyrion did not know if Tegris could feel this connection too. Compared to Tyrion who liked to use passion and passion to drive his sword, Tegris preferred to plan his spells and think about problems with foresight.
Alarion's dragon armor was burning with Asuryan's Fire of Heaven. This golden dragon armor was most likely the strongest and most powerful armor in the entire world. It was also the greatest piece of art in the history of the high elves. Every time Tyrion put on this dragon armor, he would be reminded of the glorious first half of his ancestor Alarion's life, as well as the latter half of his life.
More than once, Tyrion heard the High Elves questioning his ancestor and discussing Alarion's final madness. However, the last descendants of the Defenders always believed that if it were not for the legendary Alarion, the world would have been destroyed.
No one knew how to forge an epic divine item like Alarion's dragon armor. The dragon armor came from the anvil of the High Elven God of Forging, Vaal. No other armor could compare to this dragon armor. Not even the legendary Chaos divine item Moka's armor or the plate armor bestowed by the Dwarf God Glanny could compare. It was the only one and could not be replicated. Both Elven magic and Dwarven craftsmanship paled in comparison to it. Under the sun, the sun and the magical fire within the armor took turns to shine brightly.
"Your brother is calling for you, Ossouin. He is calling for your help, my warrior." While Tyrion was thinking in the bright fire of heaven, a sweet voice came from behind the Guardian of Ossouin. The voice contained some kind of powerful divine power.
Wherever she went, flowers bloomed, and a faint fragrance filled the air. The brilliant light on her body was enough to dispel any darkness, and her words could touch the softest spot in the deepest part of every elf's heart. She had existed for even longer than this dragon armor, and in the future, she would continue to guide her people to fight for her.
"I will fight for you, my lady." Tyrion immediately turned around and knelt on one knee in front of the Queen of Eternity, the "Radiant Light" Alarion. As her champion, Tyrion could not help but breathe heavily when he saw the Queen of Eternity.
There were no words to describe Ariel's beauty. The Queen of Eternity was barefooted, only wearing a thin gauze dress. Flowers bloomed in the air with every step she took. It was as if all the kindness and goodness in the world had gathered around the Queen of Eternity. The fragrance of flowers wafted into Tyrion's nostrils, making him relax. "The curse of Cain, or rather, the curse of the ancestors, still lingers on the dragon armor."
"You can overcome it, right? My warrior. " Alarion's words soothed Tyrion's heart like a drizzle. The Queen of Eternity was as beautiful as the elven goddesses. It was said that only Lilith, the Goddess of Moon, was as beautiful as the Queen of Eternity. She was the most beautiful woman in Ossouin, the spokesperson of Elven Mother Goddess Yisha in the mortal world, and the most beloved descendant of Ursuin. Tyrion willingly knelt on one knee, but he soon joked, "I've overcome a lot of difficulties, including you, my lady."
"Now is not the time to talk about that, my champion." Alariel couldn't help but chuckle when she heard Tyrion's words. She and the Eternal Queen had been fated to be the Chosen One champion for a long time, and there was a tacit understanding between them. Alariel gestured for Tyrion to get up and said softly, "So, are you going to leave?"
Tyrion stood up slowly. The Guardian of Ossouin and the War Lord of the War Council sighed, "Tarenloch and Lotharne are under attack by some undead pirates. Tegris and the War Council are calling for me to return."
"I can feel it. Ossouin is crying. Those undead pirates are trying to put corruption and curse on Ossouin." Alarion nodded slowly. The light around her was very bright. The power of the Queen of Eternity was closely related to Ossouin. When she sang, Ossouin bloomed, and everything was quiet. When she was sad, Ossouin was rainy. When she was happy, Ossouin would welcome the beautiful sunshine.
However, if Ossouin was threatened by corruption and invasion, the power of the Queen of Eternity would be weakened. Her fate was already connected to Ossouin. "Good times are always short, my champion."
"I will never disobey your order, my lady." Tyrion bowed. "But I think I have to leave now. A qualified guardian should be ready to fight at any time."
"Yes." Alarion put her hand on Tyrion's face. The Queen of Eternity said casually, "Are you going to find your brother, Tegris?"
"Him? Yes, that's right. " Tyrion was stunned. Then he said in a strange tone, "You can feel Tegris' emotions too?"
"No, I can't. But I can feel yours." Alarion's green eyes glowed with warmth. "You can't hide from me, my champion, at any time."
"You can always see through everything, my lady." Tyrion's expression looked better. "But I always feel that I'm a bit too easy to be seen through in front of you."
"Your emotions are written all over your face, my warrior." Alarion smiled. Her smile enchanted the Guardian of Ossouin. "Are you leaving now?"
"There's no time to lose." Tyrion nodded. He took his sword, the Sunfire Sword, from the hands of the maid of Avalon. This long sword was used to kill and expel the demons of Chaos in ancient times. It was still full of power. Tyrion could feel that he was transforming from the Queen of Eternity's dwarf to the greatest champion warrior of Ossouin.
The Heart of Avalon was hung on Tyrion's chest. It was a gift from the Queen of Eternity. It also represented the fruit of their love. "I'm ready."
"May Asuyan's Heavenly Fire bless you forever, my champion." The Queen of Eternity nodded. "My daughter and I can't leave Avalon at will. But we will wait here for the news of your victory."
Tyrion nodded. He walked out of the palace.
No matter how many times he had been there, he would always be shocked by the beauty of Avalon. This pure land of the high elves was like a dream under the blue sky. Towering trees with huge canopies as pure as jade surrounded the two sides. Laughter like silver bells drifted down from the branches filled with magic. That was the way the spirits of the forest expressed their joy.
Treants, Dryads, and even Ents walked around the woodlands of Avalon, singing. The beautiful scenery was faintly discernible in the mist, and the fresh and pleasant air was inhaled into Tyrion's lungs. The Guardian of Osurian closed his eyes. He knew that the convention to encourage fertility was still going on. Thousands of young elves and elves would continue to party in Avalon. They did not know what was going on outside, and they were not interested in it.
Tyrion was vaguely irritated. On one hand, he knew that the high elves were abandoning their martial spirit and indulging in pleasure. Despite the repeated orders of the Phoenix King's Court, there were fewer and fewer elves who were willing to stand up for their homeland. On the other hand, he was irritated that he had to leave Avalon for a while. Tyrion often dreamed of the handsome face of the God of Blood Hand, Kane. He could always feel the anger that came out of nowhere and without warning. He wanted to tear everything apart.
"You're in a dilemma again, my champion." The Queen of Eternity walked up from behind. The warm smile on her face and the light fragrance on her body calmed Tyrion down. "I'm always in a dilemma, my lady. The Lord of Murder still can't forget the blood of his ancestors. I'm not Tegris. I can't seal my brain. He has Lilith, but I only have you."
"Then I think my champion needs a little encouragement …" Alariel gently kissed Tyrion on the lips. The light fragrance of her kiss dissipated Tyrion's anger. The Queen of Eternity's champion kissed Tyrion back in revenge. The two kissed for two or three minutes before they stopped. Tyrion mounted his horse, took one last look at Alariel, his lover, who was standing at the gate of the Summer Palace, and left.
The dark red satin military flag was engraved with Tyrion's personal coat of arms. It was a golden phoenix that was reborn in a red flame, but there was also a red heart that symbolized Alariel and a peace dove holding an olive branch in its mouth.
From now on, the Queen of Eternity's lover had temporarily disappeared.
The guardians of Ossouin would immediately rush to Lothar to fulfill their duties.
Assur was not afraid of war. They would unite under Tyrion's leadership and fight to protect their homeland!
"For the Phoenix King, for the Queen of Eternity!"
"For Ossouin!"
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