Chapter 1029 The Dragon’s Revenge

A chessboard connected in a line was placed in front of Imrik, and sitting directly opposite him was an old man with a face as cold as frost. His body was as thin and craggy as a skeleton, but his eyes were piercing.

It seems that beneath the cold exterior, there is a burning heart hidden.

"I played a game of chess with the God of Bloody Hands, using Ulthuan as the base. The white stone in my hand seemed hopeless at first. The king, prime minister, pawns, and priests were all surrounded by black stones. Only one shogi was out of control... "

Imrik did not refute the fate of being used as a pawn. Being a pawn for his ancestors was an honor for a blood descendant. It was completely different from those idiots of the Old Saints.

He waited quietly for the dragon tamer's somewhat illogical speech after a long time. Regarding the fate of Ulthuan, the heroes who protect the world undoubtedly have a greater say.

"I hinted at chess to rescue the queen. At that time, I vaguely had another idea to let another capable soldier take on this important task, but it turns out that the chessboard can never confirm the logic of reality.

The former general has become a king, and the soldier has become an unclear chess piece..."

The dragon tamer trivially recalled the war that broke out not long ago. In his memory, the game with the Bloody Hand God seemed like yesterday. The eternal torture of the maelstrom paralyzed his perception of time.

The hero's nagging continued for a long time, until the unidentified black and white chess pieces in the center of the chessboard gradually dissolved and disappeared in a very strange way.

The dragon tamer stared at the dissolving chess pieces for a long time and asked silently,

"Aenarion Bloodborn, what do you think of them?"

"The line of Merion will not be cut off."

"That's enough." The dragon tamer nodded slowly, agreeing with this idea, "You need to pay attention to one thing. Aenarion's soul is still in the Platinum Flame Temple. If you don't want to face the one who was once feared by the Chaos Gods, Executioner, Malekith must not be allowed near the Holy Fire. Asuryan will do his best to give his remaining power to the children of the Guardian."

"Possessed?"

Imric thought of a possibility. If Aenarion went online to fight for him, it would indeed cause a lot of trouble.

What he and Malekith were competing for was Aenarion's orthodox Phoenix Throne. If the Guardian came in person, all these disputes would seem to turn into a joke.

It should be noted that Caledor swore an oath of eternal allegiance to the Guardian. Today, the Dragon Palace still has the promise made back then engraved on a wall as a symbol of the ancient kingdom's honor.

"It's possible, so I hope you go directly to the Platinum Flame Temple and take the power of the holy fire as your own."

"This is not in line with my views. I hope to weaken the influence of gods in elven society. In the past, taking the name Asuryan as the Phoenix King's legal and orthodox choice will become a thing of the past.

I will defeat Malekith with dignity and dignity and obtain the title of Phoenix King. "

A smile appeared on Caledor's stern face. This was his blood descendant, confident and proud.

"Go, as I have said, I will always watch you, and win new honors for Caledor."

Encouraged, Imrik put his right hand on his chest, "Live up to Caledor's name."

"Well, I'm proud of you, Imric."

The figure of the dragon tamer gradually dispersed, and the house with the huge chessboard became blurred, slowly turning back into the main hall of the dragon palace.

Davian looked slightly worried and looked sideways at the prince. An inexplicable magical aura suddenly entered the palace just now. He wanted to disperse it, but was stopped by Imrik. He just hoped that he would not have any influence on what happened next. Influence.

"Your Highness?"

Imric waved his hand and said it was okay. A meeting of generals was being held just now, and he was suddenly dragged to a small meeting. It can only be said that it was in line with the style of the elves.

"I'm fine, continue now."

Due to the large number of dragons reviving, the originally empty palace suddenly became a little crowded. More than twenty ancient beasts squatted under the dome, waiting for the lord's war order with their companions.

The most eye-catching among them are the five Glory Star Dragons with purple-white scales. This is one of Imric's greatest confidences. One Glory Star Dragon is enough to influence the direction of the battlefield, and he has five of them in his hand.

The Star Dragon Gladios was once one of the closest comrades of the Conqueror King, but now it also has a new identity, the blood-sworn ally of Mr. Edgar.

After Randy's death, Edgar, who was in charge of the deployment of Tal Kaled's military nobles, should have a strong voice, but he could not stand up to the fact that the dragon beside him was older and the living fossil of Caledor, so he could only hold back. He waited patiently for the dragon to finish speaking.

Gladios has a bad temper and is extremely vindictive. Especially when he woke up and heard that a large number of dragon eggs in Caledo had been stolen by Drucci, he became even more furious.

If Lao Mi hadn't essentially taken over the title of old ghost of Qajar, Yao Xing Long, who was mindful of his hatred, would have already set up another banner and led his compatriots to avenge their unborn cubs.

The voice of the Yao Xing Dragon was very angry. Although the aura on Imrik was oppressive to ancient creatures like them, it did not mean that they would be afraid.

Dragons and elves have a relationship of honor and disgrace.

"Imric, show me a path of revenge, those unborn children... Damn it!"

When he thought of becoming a compatriot of the black dragon, Gladios's heart felt like it was being cut with a knife, just because his unbroken heir was also persecuted by Druzi.

"Gladios..." Imrik knew very well why the Star Dragon was so angry, but it wouldn't be right if I was in the same situation as him. As the dragon lord, I was already in the same situation as it.

Anger is just natural.

"I have found some clues about your unborn heir."

"explain!"

The thunderous roar of the dragon made the huge palace tremble, but all the elves and dragons present lowered their proud heads in silence.

"Malekis has enough annihilation lords to legion. There are thirty black dragons in total. Your descendants... were tamed by a Druzi named Volul."

Yao Xinglong, whose eyes were like fire, spoke in a low tone and silently about the target of revenge.

"Lord Annihilation...Vorul...I remember these names."

"Well, you can summon your relatives to avenge those children, or Minas Nil and I are also willing..."

The dragons of Caledor are divided into several different clans. In the past, when the number of awakenings was few, they paid little attention to them. But now that the leaders of each clan have awakened, it is difficult for Minas Nir to bypass these same older guys and directly Ordered.

"No, leave the matter of revenge for the children to me. You and Minas Nir have more important things to do, revenge for Caledor who sank to the bottom of the sea!"

Another tragedy, but more tragedies only make people stronger. (End of chapter)