Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 1068 Aenarion and the Dragon Tamer

The high priest Asuryan, who looked respectful and humble, was kicked away by Drachnir.

Prince Caledor didn't have a good impression of all the Asuryan people, and when he looked at Kadroin, he wished he could spit his own flesh and blood.

After the ceremony, he will pursue the traces of Witch Queen Morath. The matter between Randy and Wycliffe has come to an end with Malekith's death, but he has never let go of Eldraine's death.

"Dracnir, be careful." Adira reminded the child. Although the female prince did not mind opening the eyes of the high priest Asuryan, the ceremony was about to be held after all, and the accounts would be settled after it was over.

"Okay, mother." Drachnir promised his mother, and left a footprint on the white robe of the high priest Asuryan. Today's platinum flame temple has long lost the sanctity of the past.

In the eyes of all the spectators, this was just a ceremony held by Imrik in recognition of inheriting the throne and continuing past customs.

Only a few people who knew something about the Asuryan Holy Fire Trial were worried about what was about to happen.

Aris Anar walked to Imric and whispered, "You may encounter him. I can't describe his power in words, but you must be careful."

Aenarion...the soul of the first generation Phoenix King must have been summoned by Asuryan. As for his attitude towards Imrik, perhaps we can only know it after stepping into the Holy Fire.

"Yes, but don't forget, our ancestors are by no means inferior to him."

The Shadow King recalled the Dragon Tamer's spellcasting ability that could be called a natural disaster during the Chaos Invasion. He finally shook his head and thought that he was too worried. This powerful mage who had suffered so much in the Maelstrom was still paying attention to Caledor's fate. .

"If we really meet him..." Aris wanted to tell Aenario what happened to the Anar family, but in the end he shook his head.

The hatred is over, and what he wants to think about is how to restore the glory of the kingdom that was lost in ancient times.

Asuryan Holy Fire, in fact, this was the first time Imrik saw it. The flame burning in the center of the stone altar was colder than the White Wolf Holy Fire seen in Middenheim in the Empire.

If Ulric's divine power is symbolized by coldness, but at heart he is a fierce warrior who enters the fire, then Asuryan must be an indifferent bystander, and coldness is his essence.

He is indifferent to everything except the fate of Aenarion's sons, including himself.

Taking off his Caledor armor and all the artifacts that symbolized his identity, Imric slowly walked into the final location under the complicated eyes of everyone.

At first, the cold fire did not have a substantial impact on him. The current situation of transforming into the existence of the ancient saints for many years has made Imrik's body appear in a conceptual state. It is undoubtedly extremely stupid to use concepts to destroy concepts.

But there was always something that he couldn't let go of. The flesh, blood and soul of the elves were exactly what Asuryan's holy fire could ignite.

A strange current situation emerged from Imric's body. His left half was wrapped in red and white flames, while his right half was covered in red and blood-red flames. The two forces were fighting for dominance...

One side is trying to burn, and the other side is also burning, but the former is to destroy, and the latter is to devour.

When he walked into the center of the Platinum Phoenix Flame Altar, Imric saw a familiar figure and couldn't help but smile.

"Father."

Mikhail, who had never appeared before, was also smiling at this moment. Wearing the Caledor armor that symbolized the family's honor, he slowly walked to the child's side.

"Imrik, you have lived up to the name of your great ancestor."

After passing each other, Imrik saw his grandfather, whom he had only remembered from the murals.

"Imric, you have awakened the dragons... it is really a joyful thing."

Generation after generation passed by and arrived at Caledor II.

"Well done, my blood descendant. The only thing worthy of consideration is to exchange my body for two useless cities in the Badlands. But overall, you should continue to go on."

His namesake, Imrik, forcibly broke off the dragon wing decoration on his shoulder and stuffed it into the vampire's hands.

"Protect Ulthuan, Caledor, and the dragons, and fulfill the oath I failed to fulfill."

"I will."

At the end of the group of ancestors is Caledor Dragon Tamer, whose face is still stern.

At this time, the endless red and white flames around him had disappeared, gradually turning into a place that Imric was very familiar with, the simple and magnificent Dragon Palace.

There is another person standing next to the dragon tamer, wearing dragon armor engraved with countless fine runes, wearing a feather helmet that reaches into the sky, and a handsome face that looks like a god, stealing the Yang Yan forged by the power of the sun. The sword is worn around the waist.

If people today look at him, they will definitely regard him as the war lord Tyrion, but Imric knows that he is the destined Phoenix King, the hero who saves the world.

Enario.

Perhaps it was meeting the dragon tamer again after six thousand years. Aenarion looked a little sad as he stroked the stone pillars lining both sides of the hall and said.

"Old friend, I never thought we would meet in this way."

The dragon tamer's stern expression changed, and he felt nostalgic for the first time.

"Yes, but at least you can now clearly understand who you are and are not bewitched by Kane and Moras."

"Yes, I know exactly who I am, and who you and he are..." Aenarion put down the palm of the enchanted stone pillar, turned around and looked at Imrik who entered from the door.

"Right, the ancient sage who is trying to gain the power of Asuryan."

"I am an elf, at least that's what I think. The Ancient Saints are just a bunch of trash who can only run away." Imrik's tone was serious, but his increasingly conceptual soul seemed to deny this statement.

Enario sighed, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic any more.

"Before the official session begins, let's talk first. At least Asuryan is not that stupid in this regard and will not force me to fight."

"Of course, we still have a lot of time."

Three chairs flew into the air under the dragon tamer's spell and landed just behind the three of them.

After Aenario sat down firmly, he said with a smile, "It would be better if there was another bottle of wine."

"The Dragon Palace will not live up to the expectations of its guests."

A bottle of wine made Aenario feel a little satisfied. After taking a few sips, he shook the bottle and said,

"And Malekith, what did you do with him?"

"From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to cut him into pieces, but in the end I chose to give him a proper burial."

Aenarion nodded and drank the contents of the pot in one gulp. The only reason he responded to Asuryan's call was because of Malekith.

The guardian has long been uninterested in the fate of the elves, and only has a trace of guilt for the child in his heart.

Affected by the power of Kane, he did not raise Malekith into an upright elf hero.

But this was by no means a feeling of guilt towards the elves. He no longer owed anything to the elves, nor did he owe anything to the gods. It was just his father's self-blame.

Aenarion, who took out the Flame Sun Sword, showed off his aura of fighting against the four chief demons.

"Then let us end our long-cherished wish of each other's families here. From now on, there will be no hatred between Aenario and Caledor."

Imric felt the long-lost oppression. Even without the Sword of Khaine, Aenarion was still one of the most powerful warriors in history.

If Archaon had met his father instead of Malekith at the end, the big hammer-wielding man might not have had a chance to play.

Taking the family's lost sword from the ancestral dragon tamer, Imric smiled, smiling in the dragon's palace that belonged to him.

Once upon a time, the dragon tamers were loyal to Aenarion. Now it is time to end this shackles and free Caledor from the fate of being bound by the oath.

"Come on, from now on, there will be no more Assur, Druchi, and Aslay. The Elf Empire you rule will fall into the hands of Caledor." (End of this chapter)