Chapter 1031 Blade Ceremony

After arriving at the office, Oliveira met the champion warrior Masno in the main seat.

And Ablash took off his helmet to reveal a pale face.

"Your Excellency Masno, and Your Excellency Abolash..."

Oliveira doesn't have a good impression of vampires, but those with strength will always win respect. When facing the ancestor of the blood dragon, he will also feel a sincere fighting spirit.

Of course, the Blood Dragon Ancestor also fought against him once, and the result was very regrettable.

Abrash's evaluation of the Fearless is that he has a bright future. If he goes through some training, he may be able to become a legend. Although the army has tempered his will, staying in the military camp for a long time is not a soldier's destiny.

The ancestor of the blood dragon nodded imperceptibly. There were not many people who could agree with him, and Oliveira was barely one of them. Although the young elf's strength was still insufficient, who could predict what would happen next.

He doesn't mind cultivating an opponent to satisfy his inner desire to fight.

Although there were vampires present, Masnow had no intention of avoiding suspicion. After some contact, he clearly understood that Abolash was a pure martial arts idiot. Apart from occasionally caring about Nehekhara's situation, he had no interest in anything. Don't care much about anything.

Masno, who was in charge, asked Oliveira to sit down. Needless to say, the relationship between the two of them was that for many years he had regarded the Fearless as a confidant and invested a lot of energy, and the facts proved that this investment had not been wasted.

After sitting down, Masno said the topic of calling Oliveira without exchanging pleasantries.

"How do brothers react to the current situation?"

Oliveira was at a loss for words. It was impossible for him to answer that most people felt hopeless about future promotions and were preparing to retire voluntarily after witnessing His Highness's coronation as Phoenix Queen. This could be called an active tear for the Northern Army.

But going against conscience, saying that everyone is happy to see the dragon awaken and that the future belongs to Caledor seems difficult to accept.

He also didn't want to embarrass Masnuo, who was under huge pressure to weaken the proportion of the Dragon Prince's power in the Northern Army. Tradition was such nonsense. While safeguarding the interests of a group of people, it also sacrificed the interests of some people.

Oliveira didn't want to answer, causing Masno to sigh.

"We all hope that the dragon will wake up, but the reality is very embarrassing. The Dragon Prince Legion will be disbanded and reorganized in the form of mid-level commanders and grassroots officers. This is the general trend. A giant dragon inspires soldiers Ability is much more useful than an officer’s roar.”

"I can understand that this is an inevitable process. Just like Caledor in the past, the dragon is enough to crush all enemies."

"So, brothers, are you planning to retire from the Northern Army after the war is over?"

"Yes." The deep reply made Masino and Oliveira fall into silence. Most of the soldiers of the Northern Army were brought here by champion warriors. It would be too false to say that there was no emotion at all.

But it is unrealistic for Masnuo to betray his class and go against the palace's ongoing military reforms. As the defender of tradition, the Dragon Prince's power is much stronger than that of the new nobles.

Even if the prince favorably provides a lot of support, it can't hide the fact that the traditional nobles will crush the new nobles after having a dragon partner.

Not to mention that most of the people in the Noble Council are staunch dragon prince supremacists.

Masnot will not stand on the side of the newly minted nobles. As a champion warrior, even if many of his actions are not instructed by the palace, most people will think that there is the shadow of the prince behind him.

He needs to have someone stand up as the actual leader of the new nobles to compete with the Dragon Prince class, otherwise the injection of fresh blood that has been achieved with great difficulty in the past hundred years will return to the previous rigid state.

The Champion Warrior took out a nameplate with blade-like runes, placed it on the table, and motioned for the Fearless One to take it.

Oliveira took the nameplate and flipped it left and right to find that there was nothing special about it. It was a token of Adreze that was very common in Caledo.

"Adreze held a grand blade ceremony in the Sunset Canyon of the Anulli Mountains to select thirteen new blade lords."

"You want me to participate in this blade ceremony?" Oliveira was surprised for a moment. The blade ceremony is Druchi's bloody sacrifice. The process is probably to throw all the elves who are eager to win the battle into the arena, and finally fight until only one is left. Thirteen people.

The winner will receive the most respected and feared title in Naggaroth - the Blade Lord.

Can Asul participate in the Blade Ceremony? He had never heard of a similar case.

"That's right." Masno nodded and handed a choice to Oliveira, "Now you need to prove to Caledo that even without the help of the dragon, you can crush the enemies of the kingdom."

"You don't need to worry about how to enter the Blade Ritual. Although Malekith is a sinister and despicable murderer, he still abides by some elven traditions.

In ancient Nagaryth, Caledor Assur also participated in the Blade Ceremony presided over by his father. If he wanted to maintain the Phoenix King's orthodoxy, he could not refuse this proposal.

Moreover, your feats in Nagaros are also widely spread among the Druzi, and the Witch King will not miss an opportunity to undermine Caledor's morale. "

"What do you think, Oliveira?"

Holding the token of the Lord of Blades in his hand, Oliveira's expression gradually began to smile. Which warrior could refuse this proposal.

In the enemy's base camp, win the most important ceremony.

"How could I refuse."

"Very good, I really saw the right person." Masnuo nodded happily, "Don't worry about what happens after the end. You only need to think about how to kill all the opponents and win a grand victory for the prince."

"No, not only for the prince, but also for the Northern Army."

The champion warrior also showed a smile, put his hand on the table, and held it tightly with Oliveira's strong palm, "For the Northern Army."

After concluding the conversation, Masno sent an envoy to the front line, requesting a meeting with the Witch-King.

The Phoenix King agreed to Caledo's request, and he also wanted to see what tricks Masno wanted to play.

In Malekith's heart, he vaguely believed that Imric was not worthy of Masnow's allegiance. After all, he had caused so much trouble for Druchi and was considered a valuable talent.

If you abandon the secret and surrender to the light, and take the initiative to surrender when the king's army goes south, wouldn't everyone be happy?

In the spacious and bright camp, Malekith, who was wearing the ancient Phoenix King's crown dress, showed his royal temperament. Looking at the Northern Army envoy in the audience, he asked with interest,

"It's hard for me to imagine that Masnow would send an envoy. What made him change his mind and want to communicate with me, the usurper."

The envoy touched his chest and saluted out of etiquette. This may be more out of respect for the imperial robes that Aenarion once wore, but no matter what, Malekith was very satisfied with it. A war is a war, and etiquette cannot be lacking. I am the king of all elves, no longer the Witch King who liked to peel off human skins. (End of chapter)