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The Dragon Princes of Kaldor had always been extremely arrogant and indifferent.
But this was not surprising. When the Elf Empire was still around, the Dragon Princes of Kaldor were the best troops in the whole of Ossouin. Even after Alarion successfully entered the Sacred Fire of Assuyan and was reborn as the Phoenix King, his relationship with the Dragon Tamer of Kaldor was only that of a partner and a close friend, not that of a lord and a servant. This made the Dragon Princes of Kaldor recognize their position in Ossouin.
After Alarion, the Dragon Princes of Kaldor thought that they were allies and partners with the Phoenix Court. They were not subordinates and superiors, nor were they lords and subjects.
This was very similar to the alliance between the Emperor and the Automaton Faith. Those machines had always only recognized the Emperor, and they never felt that they were part of the Human Empire. Instead, they thought that they were in an equal and cooperative relationship with the Human Empire.
As for why they didn't leave the Human Empire and acquiesced to some of the orders of the Supreme Lord's Council, it was purely because the Human Empire was the largest raw material supplier and the biggest customer of the machines. The machines didn't want to fall out with each other over small matters.
Similarly, the Kaldor Kingdom also felt the same way. This idea reached its peak after the Phoenix King, Kaldor I, who was born in the Kaldor Kingdom, expelled the traitor Malecis and the Butcher King, Tesiris, who completely defeated the Dark Elves and expelled them from Ossouin. After that, no matter who led the army, no matter what the Phoenix King ordered, the Dragon Princes would always only raise the flag of the Kaldor Kingdom.
To put it simply, Kaldor despised everyone (excluding dragons), even the High Elves were their targets of contempt.
Now, the volcano in Kaldor was gradually extinguished. Now, the number of Dragon Princes was getting smaller and smaller. Now, the once-noble bloodline had never produced a Phoenix King since Tesiris. Now, the people of Kaldor looked at this despairing world with more arrogance and coldness. They didn't like to listen to military orders, and they hated communicating with people. They only liked to participate in the most desperate wars and dangerous operations. Many people thought that the once-glorious Dragon Princes had now become a group of arrogant and stupid idiots.
However, Finnuba didn't think so. The Phoenix King firmly believed that everything he had seen before was not fake.
During the Battle of Nur Plain, Finnuba, who had just ascended to the throne, was forced to face the siege of Lothar by the Chaos Demons and the Dark Elves (Malecis and the Demon Keeper of the Secret, En Kali, agreed to besiege Ossouin together). During the battle, Finnuba saw with his own eyes a Dragon Prince, in order to save the life of a militia, using his own body to block the crossbow bolts of the Dark Elves.
At that moment, Finnuba saw the light in the eyes of the Dragon Prince. It was the backbone of the Elves, who had persisted for thousands of years, to stand proudly in the world.
Although the light soon dissipated, the Dragon Prince immediately became colder and more arrogant after confirming that the militia was fine. He even scolded the militia for not being good at martial arts and for leaving the square without permission. However, Finnuba believed that he was not mistaken.
"Then, Imric, do you still have the pride of being from Kaldor?
Imric, as the last prince of Kaldor, do you still have the responsibility of being a prince of Kaldor?
Finnuba looked at Imric, waiting for his answer.
Sure enough, Imric's face showed extreme hesitation. The Prince of Kaldor was still hesitating.
If he didn't agree to Fennuba's request, he would be denying the foundation of Kaldor and all the sacrifices his ancestors had made. More importantly, he would be denying everything he believed in and everything he had been holding on to all this time.
But if he did, he would be breaking the tradition of the Kingdom of Kaldor. The dragons of Kaldor had to be commanded by the Dragon Prince. He would be denying Imric's belief that he would never submit to Tyrion. He would be denying Imric's way of doing things.
He was in a dilemma.
In the end, Imric said, "Your Majesty, if I go to help Tyrion and Aisling, can I assume that you have given me permission to command the entire Dragon Fleet of Assur?"
"For this one time, you can." Finnuba gestured for Kersil to take the Phoenix Flag and put it in Imric's hands. "With this flag, even Tyrion will be under your control. But only for this one time. I'm sorry, but I can't give you anything more."
This was less than expected. Imric still hesitated. The Prince of Kaldor knew that this was the most Finnuba could give him. He would definitely be held accountable by the Tai brothers after this.
Finnuba saw that Imric was not saying anything. The Phoenix King felt a chill run down his spine. No matter what, Finnuba had been a navigator before, so he knew a little about naval warfare. How could he not see that the situation would worsen if the dark elves were to charge in? Not to mention, Stardragon had no dragons! The ironclads also ran out of cannons.
They could not lose this battle. Otherwise, Lothar would be wide open. With that in mind, Finnuba continued, "Imric, victory or defeat now depends on you and the Dragon Princes. I, Finnuba, am not a brave Phoenix King, but I know the weight of the crown. I know the responsibility that comes with the throne. Can you understand me?"
Imrik was moved.
Prince Kaldor suddenly felt that Finnuba, the Phoenix King, was not worthless.
He recalled the encounter between the first Phoenix King, Alarion, and Kaledor, the Dragon Tamer in his ancestral mythology.
"You are the Phoenix King?"
"And you are the Dragon Tamer?"
"It seems that Aisling has brought us a savior, and I pledge my loyalty to you."
"It is my pleasure."
"I understand, Your Majesty. More than seven thousand years ago, Kaledor, the dragon tamer, asked for Alarion's help when he was at his most desperate moment of building the Great Whirlpool. The Phoenix King, who was cursed by Cain, led his army and fought until the very last moment. We, Kaledor, will always remember your kindness." Prince Kaledor gritted his teeth and nodded, "Seven thousand years ago, when Kaledor, the dragon tamer, was building the Great Whirlpool, he asked for help from Alarion. Today, it is our turn to repay the kindness of the Phoenix King. "
"Rest assured, Your Majesty. The Kingdom of Kaldor is the last shield of Ossouin. The Dragon Princes will fight to the last moment. Until heaven is no longer open to us, and the breath of the dragons will spread throughout the mountains and seas. This is the era that belongs to me, Imric!" Prince Kaldor shouted. He rode on Minatnir, the Ancient Luminous Dragon, and disappeared from the Dragon's Ridge.
Three minutes later, Imric entered the Dragon Volcano in Kaldor. As soon as he dismounted from Minatnir, he saw someone standing in front of the bridge of Val Iron Station, waiting for him.
No, it was not a human. It was a god, a true god who walked in the mortal world!
She was wearing a pure white Assur court silk dress with long sleeves that reached the ground. Her ankle-length white hair was gently coiled up by a laurel crown and a silver moon halo behind her. Her face was as pure as a girl's, and her body was like a devil's. Her wings were as white as an angel's, and her green eyes were shining with the brilliance of the moon. She was wearing a pair of nude stilettos, and her feet were covered by thin grey unicorn fur stockings. She stopped in front of Imric and smiled when she saw the Dragon Prince. "You have chosen the right path, Prince Kaldor."
"The Lady of the Moon?!" Imurek was speechless. Even the primordial radiant stardragon, Minatenir, couldn't help but stare at the goddess in front of him in amazement. Minatenir knew of Asuyan's divine ban. Ever since the ancient times, the Lord of the Phoenix had never allowed any gods to descend into the mortal world.
How did she do it?
"It's me, dear Imric. It's me," Lilith said gently. Lilith, the Goddess of the Moon, said gently. She was holding something in her hand. "You made the right choice."
No high elf would hate the Moon Goddess, Lilith. She had always been the most popular deity in Assur's Heaven. She represented hope and salvation. Imric hesitated for a moment before kneeling before the goddess. "I am honored to be granted an audience with you."
"I have brought you a gift." Lilith slowly walked to Imric. She was holding the legendary divine item, the Yserama Silver Dragon Horn. The fire dragon emblem and elven runes from Kaldor shone on it. "Take this. In my name, bring destruction to your enemies."
"The Dragon Horn?!" Imric rarely lost his composure. Kaldor hurriedly took the Yserama Silver Dragon Horn and held it tightly. He couldn't help but press his face against the horn. "Thank you, Lady of the Moon!"
"You don't have to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank Laing." A gentle and proud smile appeared on Lilith's face. She gently reached out and opened the small fan. The goddess whispered, "It was he who took the initiative to ask the dwarves to give him the dragon horn during the Great Expedition of the Eight Peaks. For this, he gave up a lot and owed them a huge favor. All this was just to let this long-lost divine artifact return to Assur and Kaldor's embrace."
"Then … why didn't you give it to me back then?" Imric raised his head, allowing the Dragon Prince to get a closer look at the goddess's unparalleled beauty. Even Imric, who was usually cold in this aspect, couldn't help but blush. His heart raced, and he couldn't help but ask, "And why is it in your hands?"
"If he took it out directly, are you sure you wouldn't fight him?" Lilith covered her mouth and giggled. Just as she was about to reach out and touch Imric's face to express her approval and affirmation, the goddess realized that she would soon be married off. So, she quietly withdrew her hand. "Go, Imric. I will watch over you from the heavens."
"Yes, yes. The Dragon Horn of Yseramar will once again sound from the spine of the Dragon!" Imrick watched as Lilith slowly disappeared. He gently raised the Dragon Horn, which he treasured like a treasure.
"Imrik, fill it with power. Blow it." The ancient Luminous Star Dragon, Minatenir, looked at the Dragon Prince whom it regarded as its junior lovingly. The Luminous Star Dragon's body was like a mountain. Its huge wings almost covered the sky.
Kaldor put the horn into his mouth. For some reason, there was a strange fishy smell in the horn. It seemed like there were a few drops of dry, alcoholic liquid that slid into Imric's mouth. But Kaldor didn't care. He blew the horn with all his might.
"Du wu ~ Du wu ~ Wu wu wu wu ~ Du ~ Wu ~ Wu ~"
The dragon's roar resounded throughout the Dragon's Spine. The Primordial Luminous Stardragon, Minatenir, also felt the call from the deepest part of its bloodline. Then, it opened its mouth and let out a roar.
Five seconds later, the first roar came from the volcano, followed by a second, a third, and a fourth!
Until the mountains were filled with the echoes of the dragon's roar, which sounded like thunder.
The Dragon Horn sounded again and spread throughout the mountains.
The Dragon Princes had gathered! They held their spears in their hands and fastened their armor. The runes on their equipment shone brightly. The elven servants placed the saddle and harness on the dragon's neck. The breath of the giant beast, the smell of sulfur and leather made the air in the mountains unpleasant, but all the people of Kaldor cheered.
Kaldor will be great again!
Stepping onto the dragon's back and pulling on the reins, Minatniel and the hundreds of dragons flew into the sky. Their huge wings cut across the sky.
"Forward! For Kaldor, for Ossouin! "
I am the section dividing line of Kaldor's greatness once again …
When the Kaldor dragon knights appeared on the battlefield, the High Elf fleet was still resisting. They may have suffered heavy losses, but they were not completely defeated. Sea Lord Aislin's rich battle experience and sharp strategic vision allowed him to grasp the moment when the Dark Elves' attack and the High Elf fleet lost their ability to fight. The High Elf fleet suddenly filled their sails and turned with the help of the wind. They shook off the High Elf fleet's entanglement and opened up a gap between them and the Dark Elves' fleet.
The Dark Elves' fleet was still moving forward, and the roar of the giant dragons could be heard from afar. Rosia – The Fallen Heart, who was about to give the High Elf fleet the final blow, heard the roar of the giant dragons. Her expression changed drastically. She looked up in disbelief and said, "Impossible! Impossible!"
But it happened. The giant dragons covered the entire sky, and the Dragon Knights swooped down. They covered the sun and attacked everyone's senses.
Imrek, the Prince of Kaldor, was the first to rush into the battlefield on the back of the Primordial Radiant Dragon, Minatenir. The Dragon Prince impatiently led his dragon knights into the battlefield. The dragons swept past the dense fleet of undead and dark elves and breathed out dragon breaths to form a huge net in the void.
Dense flames lit up the Dark Elves' fleet. The terrifying Dragon's Breath swallowed Lord Kraken's fleet. They could not avoid the flames that fell from the sky. Thousands of them died, like ants that had crawled into boiling oil.
The dragon's breath tore the enemy's battleships apart like a hot knife through butter. Just as Rosia was trying to command the fleet to salvage the situation, the second wave of attack followed. The dragons swooped down, flapping their wings and charging their chariots. Plumes of smoke and torn corpses fell into the sea. One battleship after another exploded, broke in half, or sank under the power of the dragons.
The Lord of the Sea, Aislin, was waiting for this moment. Under his command, the High Elf fleet immediately stopped retreating and completed the reorganization at an astonishing speed. The warships adjusted the distance between each other with a high degree of tacit understanding and gathered into an attack formation ready to launch a fatal counterattack against their cousins and the despicable Dark Elves.
After being attacked by the dragon's breath and the Dragon Knights, the Dark Elves' and Dark Elves' warships were defeated. They could not resist the High Elf's reorganization and swift counterattack. One after another, they sank or anchored in the explosion.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Oh Kane above, where did my cousins get so many giant dragons? " Rosia screamed with resentment. With this failure, who knew when she would be able to come to Ossouin again?
Just as he was about to inform Count Noktras to retreat, he turned back and saw the three-kilometer-long flagship, the Bloody Reaver, exploding and disintegrating under the dragon's breath and the High Elf's spell attacks. Count Noktras had no choice but to summon his own giant beasts to resist and order a retreat. The sound of explosions and flames made it impossible for Count Noktras to advance any further. He signaled for Rosia to retreat immediately.
"Retreat! Retreat! " Lord Kraken roared at the scene before him. He finally gave the order. "All troops, retreat!"
Finally, an hour after Imric led the dragonriders to attack, only a dozen warships managed to escape from Dragonfjord. The rest of the warships were reduced to wreckage and sunk into the depths of the sea.
The Battle of Dragonfjord was won by the High Elves and Humans' combined fleet.
The dragon's roar resounded through the sky. Imrick rode on the Primeval Luminous Stardragon and landed on the Martheran. Just as he was expecting to be cheered and praised by the victors, Tyrion strode forward and grabbed Imrick's collar and dragged him over.
"Imric! Why didn't you come to reinforce us in time? Do you know how many soldiers we lost because of you? "
"Tyrion, you stupid pig, shut your mouth. If it weren't for your failed strategy and my reinforcement, who knows how many Assur would have lost today? Now, express your gratitude to me and Kaldor immediately! "
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