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High Elves Calendar, Year 350 of Finnuba, the Lord of Navigation.
Prince Imrick of the High Elves' Kaldor Kingdom returned to his own kingdom.
Every time Imrik returned to Kaldor, he felt a deep sense of sadness, a sadness that went deep into his bones.
In the glorious history of the High Elves until the Elven Empire, Kaldor had always been the backbone of the Elven Empire. It was the most important, the most powerful, and the most glorious kingdom. It was also the kingdom that had sacrificed the most (at least, that was what the people of Kaldor thought).
To the High Elves of Ossouin, the island was a hollow circular island separated by a ring-shaped mountain range called the Anuli Mountains. The kingdoms in the outer ring were called the Outer Ring Kingdoms, and they were also the most vulnerable to attack. The kingdoms in the inner ring were called the Inner Ring Kingdoms. The Inner Ring Kingdoms rarely experienced war and usually enjoyed peace. At the same time, they also had a better living environment and a deeper foundation.
There were only five gates that connected the Inner Ring Kingdoms to the Outer Ring Kingdoms. Apart from these five gates, the Anuli Mountains were so high that it was believed to be impossible to climb over. This was also the case. To this day, after countless attempts, no mortal had been able to climb over the Anuli Mountains. Only a High Elven Archmage had used all his strength, wisdom, and magic to climb to the top of the Anuli Mountains.
Then, this guy came down and said, "The top of the mountains is the kingdom of the gods." After that, the archmage became blind and no longer used any magic. He lived in seclusion for the rest of his life.
According to his experience, countless scholars and archmages in the High Elves' White Tower finally came to the conclusion that the top of the Anuli Mountains was directly connected to the realm of Chaos. After that, the High Elves gave up on further research.
Among the five Inner Circle kingdoms of the High Elves, the Kaldor Kingdom had the smallest population. However, it had never concealed its great power because there were powerful dragons under the volcanoes of the Dragon's Spine.
A long time ago, the great Kaledor the Dragon Tamer was born here. He was the greatest Archmage in the history of the High Elves. He was also the one who created the great whirlpool.
Kaldor – The Dragon Tamer used the power of the enchanted weapon forged on Val's Anvil and his powerful magic power to tame the dragon. His descendants named their country Kaldor in honor of their great ancestor.
In the heyday of the Kaldor Kingdom, there were 20,000 dragon knights alone. Over the next few centuries, many tall stone fortresses were built in the smoky valleys. From these fortresses, the dragon princes flew over the silent volcanoes and into the battlefield with the help of the rising airflow. No one could match them in battle.
In the end, the first Phoenix King, Alarion, managed to fend off the attack of the Chaos Army in the final battle of the Great Maelstrom, allowing Kaledor – the Dragon Tamer to complete the Great Maelstrom. Alarion, on the other hand, was on the verge of dying after fighting four Chaos Demons alone. In the end, he barely managed to return the Sword of Cain – the Widowmaker before dying. Naturally, the Dragon Knights also suffered heavy casualties.
However, what was worse was that after the battle of the great whirlpool, the High Elven Empire entered the golden age of the next Phoenix King Beo Shannar. However, the Dragon Volcano in Kaldor began to cool down. After the betrayal of the Malecis and the division of the High Elven Empire, the Dragon Volcano in Kaldor began to cool down. The volcano was no longer hot. As the mountain lost its heat, the dragons also lost their vitality. One by one, they fell into a deep sleep and became harder and harder to wake up.
After losing the help of the giant dragons and the last descendant of the dragon tamer in the Battle of the Long Beard, the power and influence of the dragon princes in Kaldor had declined. Ever since the Butcher King, Tesiris, there had been no other Kaldor prince who could become the Phoenix King. But even so, the Kaldor Kingdom was still the most powerful kingdom in the whole of Ossuan. There were only a few giant dragons left (those that were awake), so the Kaldor Kingdom was still very important in the war council of the high elves.
After all, the glory of the High Elves had become a thing of the past. Their ancient enemies were getting stronger and stronger. The High Elves, who were originally strong enough to dominate the world, were now only strong enough to deal with their current enemies. Although their population was slowly declining and they were tired of dealing with the raids and attacks of their former brethren, the Dark Elves had to deal with the Barbarians of Chaos in the North and the Ghost Pirates in the South. From time to time, they were also attacked by the Green Dwarfs, Skaven Ratmen, and Tomb King Pirates. The High Elves could no longer fight on two fronts at the same time.
But even so, the High Elves still believed that they had the obligation to protect the world. Every year, some High Elves would pick up their weapons and stand up against the darkness. Even if one day, the beautiful and sad elegy of the High Elves would come to an end, they still had a lot of performances to perform before that.
Imric, Prince of Kaldor, returned to his own palace. He looked at the once glorious palace of the Kingdom of Kaldor sadly. The giant stone pillars and the spacious hall were once large enough for a large group of dragons to roam freely. But now, Kaldor was a silent place. The sky was no longer filled with the roars of the dragons and their fiery breaths. The dragon caves no longer echoed with their rumbling noises, and the earth no longer trembled under their heavy footsteps. Now, there was only emptiness and coldness. There were only a few echoes of the footsteps of the Dragon Princes and the guards, as well as the soft voices of the High Elves.
"Your Highness," said a Dragon Prince when he saw Imric return. "Is the meeting over?"
"It was over a long time ago." Imric's temper was not very good. Prince Kaldor did not say a word. "Tyrion won again. I can't even see the Phoenix King in person."
"It's always like this. I suggest we change the name of the War Council to the Thai Brotherhood Council. Oh, and we can add a clause at the end — this council is sponsored by the Thai Brotherhood Trading Company Limited." The Dragon Prince joked. Although Imric's expression was serious, he could not help but smile. But he soon remembered that he was alone and helpless in the War Council.
He had almost forgotten how many years it had been since the last time the Phoenix King, Finnuba, appeared in the War Council.
However, Finnuba's lackadaisical appearance during the meeting made most people think that it made no difference whether he was there or not.
"How's the Val Anvil?"
"It's running well."
"I want to enter the Val Temple!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
The style of the Kaldor Kingdom was pride and efficiency. Imric immediately went to the Val Anvil in the Dragon Volcano. This place was the most active volcano in Dragonspine Ridge. The temple of the Elven God of Forging, Val, stood in a tall black stone tower surrounded by boiling magma.
The only passage between the temple and the outside world was a narrow suspension bridge made of fine steel. The believers of Val were in the temple forging powerful weapons and exquisite equipment for the Elven Lords.
Unlike what the outside world thought, the dwarves were not the only ones who knew rune technology. The elves also knew rune technology. In some ways, the elves' rune technology was even better than the dwarves'. After all, no one could compare to the elves' mastery of the Wind of Magic (except for the Sran Magic Toad).
However, the cost was huge. The dwarven rune technology was to absorb and stabilize the Wind of Magic through the Doomsday Anvil. In other words, the dwarven rune craftsmen did not need to pay any price other than skill and strength.
The elven rune technology was completely different. The elven craftsmen of the Val Anvil had to gouge out their own eyes. They had to do this to prevent themselves from being affected by the Wind of Magic during the forging process. This was the only way to ensure that the knowledge and skills taught by the God of Forging, Val, would not be distorted. During the forging process, the life force of the elven craftsmen would also be injected into the weapons along with the Wind of Magic in their bodies. This would continue until the weapons with powerful rune power were created … or until the craftsmen's life force was completely exhausted.
How could the elven weapons and equipment that were forged with their own lives not be powerful enough?
These were weapons that were forged with their own lives! These were weapons that were exchanged with the lives of the children of Kaldor. Imurek gripped his Star Spear tightly. He knew that no matter what kind of difficulties he would face in the future, he would have to be prepared for them.
"Eimurek …" Inside the active volcano, a giant dragon flew out from the gushing lava. This dragon was more than 30 meters long, and its arms could reach up to 60 meters. Its entire body was dark blue like the night sky, and the huge dragon crown on its head and the majestic aura of a dragon showed its power.
The name of this dragon was Minatenir. It was the oldest, strongest, and purest of the Kaldor dragons. It was also the only ancient astral dragon among the dozen or so that were still awake. The astral dragon flew in front of Imrick and called his name in the ancient dragon language. "Come here, I have something to tell you," Imrick said.
"Yes." Even though Imurek looked at everyone with an arrogant gaze, he only showed his true feelings when he was talking to Minatnir. "What is it?"
"The power of chaos is gathering in the extreme north. I can feel that another warrior favored by the four evil gods is gathering his army in the north. Countless warriors of chaos are gathering under his command." The dragon lowered its body and said to Prince Kaldor, "Their numbers are innumerable. He is the last prince of Kaldor. The war that will end the world is not far away."
"Then let them come!" Imurek gripped his Star Spear tightly and said, "The son of Kaldor will never bow to the darkness."
"That's not how war is fought, child." The blue eyes of the dragon stared at the cute and energetic elf. The Starlight Dragon pressed its two front claws against the ground and spread its wings, stretching its body. "But no matter what, the dragon race will perish after the apocalyptic battle. This is the fate of the ancient prophecy."
"The dragons will die?" Imurek's arrogant and serious expression suddenly changed, but he did not question the authenticity of the prophecy. "I don't care. I don't care if the dragons will die or not. No matter what, if the war comes, the son of Kaldor will fight with the dragons until the last moment. I swear in the name of Kaldor!"
"We have known our fate since the ancient saints came, child," the Astral Dragon said slowly. Astral Dragon slowly said: "I know what you mean. This is our contract, it's a promise."
The relationship between Minatnir and Imurek was strange but harmonious. The elf regarded the dragon as a reliable companion.
The dragon, on the other hand, regarded Prince Kaldor as a naughty child.
"Yes, we have made a promise." Imurek nodded slowly. The unhappiness on his face became more obvious. "But I have no place to use my power. I am alone in the war council. I told you before that the Thai brothers and their minions have taken control of the council. Now, Ossouin's democracy has been destroyed. They even want to invite monkeys to step on our sacred land!"
"Not monkeys." The Astral Dragon suddenly opened its eyes. "They are the children of the ancient saints. There are two of them!"
"Children of the ancient saints?" Imurek was shocked. "Those monkeys? Are they worthy? The first children of the ancient saints are the lizardmen, and then there are us Assur. "
"Recently, a young ancient saint has been coming to this world frequently. He left behind a few children of the ancient saints. My prophecy says that these two children will bring change to the world. I don't know if this change will bring stability to the world or destruction."
"Whether stability or destruction, Ossouin will not allow such people to exist!" Imurek said confidently. "I will let these two so-called children of the ancient saints know that if they don't listen to me, they will die!"
"…" The dragon exhaled softly. The breath of sulfur and the fire of the stars came out of its mouth. "Huff …"
"But don't worry, Minatnir. Unless all the children of Kaldor die in battle, we will not let the dragon race disappear. This is the promise of our ancestors," Imurek said. "I will contact the children of the ancient saints and see if we can work together. Otherwise, I will take their secrets and power for the sake of Kaldor and the dragon race!"
"Whatever. Be careful. The power of the children of the ancient saints may be beyond your imagination." Minatnir spread his wings and left. "Also, if you want to awaken more dragons, you will need the Dragon Horn."
"Got it!" Imurek nodded and watched his partner leave.
The children of the ancient saints?
Ha! In terms of strength and courage, no one could compare to the dragon prince of Kaldor, and no one could compare to the last prince of Kaldor, Imurek!
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