Chapter 1025 New Symbol

Agrim's every move was under Imric's sight. Even though he saw the Butcher King teaching the elf cubs to learn the dwarven flying axe, Prince Caledor's eyebrows inevitably twitched for a long time.

"But this is good news after all. Perhaps when our generation passes away, the trauma left by the Nagasu War will be completely forgotten."

Adira was noncommittal. She didn't have much interest in the dwarves. Tyranlok had little to do with the Kingdom of the Mountains. If she hadn't been the wife of Prince Caledor, she might never have interacted with the dwarves in her life.

"More than this, I'm more curious about what you did the night you mysteriously disappeared."

The female prince famously pointed out that her husband's actions were somewhat mysterious, and she was even more dissatisfied when she smelled a hint of flowers and plants from Imrik's ever-changing breath of flames during the day.

Is Alarielle so anxious? She hasn’t become the Phoenix King yet, she is really a resentful woman who only thinks about men, nothing like me...

Hearing the dissatisfaction in his wife's words, Imric smiled and said, "Where else can I go to take care of the trouble that Drachnir caused in Athel Loren."

To change the subject, he naturally mentioned something about the Twilight sisters.

"Speaking of which, our son actually hooked up with the Twilight sisters."

Adila looked indifferent, raised the tea cup and took a sip, "So, you are opposed to this matter?"

His wife's strange attitude made Imric a little confused about the situation. Logically speaking, it is best for our son to find Asul as a partner. Even if his status is low, it doesn't matter. There is no need for the two families to form a marriage alliance. Seeking power.

"Do you agree?"

"I don't agree with it, nor am I against it. As long as the partner he marries can give birth to more elf babies, I don't care who he is."

No, your child has only been independent for a few years, and you, as a mother, have this attitude.

Imrik complained in his heart that he used to regard Adira as a female dragon protecting her calf, but now it seems that she regards her son as a tool.

Nothing like me, I just feel sorry for my son.

"Don't be so impressed. Don't you hope that the wife Dracnir marries will have more children?"

"Of course I hope, it would be best to give birth to a strengthened group..." Imrik thought for a moment and thought this was a bit nonsense. The stronger the vital signs of an existence, the less likely it is to have an heir.

"I don't ask for more, just three. One will inherit my throne, one will be yours, and finally there will be the Phoenix King."

"Well, that's quite appropriate."

While the paperwork was being processed, the couple chatted for a long time. Due to their status, the two of them had not enjoyed peaceful time for a long time.

In the past, the focus in the court was on Drachnir, but now that the child is independent, he can also leave some romantic time for his parents.

But Adila was obviously not used to the long-lost peaceful time. She leaned on the bench and tweaked Miaoman's body, "Speaking of which, I gave Tyron Locke to Masnow. Isn't it a bit too perfunctory?"

"Are you still preparing to go to the battlefield?" Imrik chuckled and shook his head. If Aidila went to the battlefield, he would definitely be sniped by Druzi.

Although his own combat power is sufficient, he is afraid that Adira will rush into the enemy's formation and be captured. The Witch King will definitely "treat" the female prince Tyranrok well to force him to make a difficult choice.

"Although I really want to drive the Wheel of Dusk to charge, you will definitely not agree." Adila complained quite, but there was still some pride in her words. This is how it is to have a reliable husband. Druchi invaded even There is no need for the leader to resist personally, everything has been arranged.

"What about you, when are you going to dump the trouble on me?"

Imric was not upset that his thoughts were guessed. They had been a couple for so many years and had already formed a tacit understanding.

He is responsible for the war, prepares some domestic matters in the early stage, and then leaves it to Adila.

"Let's wait for Agrim to leave in seven days. I hope Malekith can give me some surprises by then. The choice of Asuryan after six thousand years is really exciting."

"Don't be blinded by arrogance. We cannot afford to lose this war."

"We really can't afford to lose, but so can Drucci..."

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Agrim, who enjoyed a seven-day leisure vacation in the Dragon Palace, received the reshaped Crown of Balag and the Ax of Dagor before leaving.

Judging from the shape, the two ancestral artifacts were no different from before. But when he held them in his hands, he could clearly feel a resonance with his body. It was not only the honor and oath passed down by the clan, but also the resonance from the clan. Soul identification.

He first held the Crown of Balague, which symbolized royal power. It was still the iconic orange crown that soared into the sky, but the material seemed to be different.

Mishan, who was in charge of the handover, explained according to the original words, "The pig hairs of Balag's Crown have been replaced by the feathers of Taibok's Wings. Generally speaking, it will give you an advantage against magic. The negative effect is that when fighting It'll look like a turkey crown."

Agrim put on the Crown of Balaag and mobilized the wind of Aksha in his body according to the method taught by Minas Nir.

Substantial flames appeared in the eyes of the Butcher King, like two miniature suns burning, and the hair crown on the top of his head, which was originally used as a decoration, also floated up from the roots with blazing fire.

As the wind blew, the fire swayed and spread backwards, making Agrim's whole body seem like a burning flame.

"It's interesting." Agrim stopped moving. After putting on the Crown of Balaag, he could clearly feel that his vision became brighter, and he could vaguely see the energy flow path on the ground of the dragon palace.

"Then my old friend Dago's Ax, I hope you haven't ruined the pride of your ancestors."

"The original words of the high priest were 'It looks okay. It should be a product after the golden age. Since it is a toy of the dwarves, then give it back to them.'"

"Huh? What something."

"The vibranium ingot kept in Itaza's basement was the first piece of metal smelted by Granny after receiving Slann's teachings. It was only the size of a palm, and was all used for Dago's axe."

Agrim's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe the news for a moment. His hands that were holding the giant ax roughly became cautious. He gently rubbed the surface of the ax, as if he could feel the Father's love in this steel creation. Favor.

"Sir, Grimnir, how many dwarf things do you have hidden?"

Mishan shrugged and didn't answer. He had never been to Itaza's basement. Anyway, he had heard the prince boast that all kinds of weird things could be found there.

"You need to try the specific power of the new Dago Ax yourself. According to the high priest's speculation, if it is used by a dwarf, it will at least have an indestructible smashing effect."

Agrim nodded in agreement. After packing up the items, he refused to enter the teleportation array. He twisted his body as if he had something to say.

Mishan was not polite and asked directly, "Is there anything else?"

"Well, speaking of which, do you still have this kind of vibranium ingot..." (End of Chapter)