Chapter 1061 The Promise Will Come True
When the white dwarfs arrived in front of the Witch King, the ancestor who always faced people with a majestic and solemn attitude was now in a state of embarrassment.
The phoenix flames of Kadroin ignited his long beard, and the knee-length white beard that once symbolized wisdom and courage was now only an inch.
The cloak woven by the Mother Goddess herself, which had never faded for thousands of years, became extremely dim at this moment in order to protect the child.
But even though he was in a state of embarrassment, his eyes would not deceive people. The white dwarfs had endless fighting spirit, which could only be washed away by blood and fire.
In contrast, the Witch King who said he would lead the Lord of Annihilation to fight against the Dragon Legion was not in a good situation. His powerful black dragon who replaced Serafin was pierced through the head by Imrik with the Star Lance, and the rest of his body full of toxins was bitten by the angry Star Dragon.
From the beginning, there was no need for any confrontation in the air battle. Everyone understood that Druzy was powerless to resist the anger of the dragon group...
But the war must continue, and hatred needs to come to an end.
The white dwarf was facing the Witch King, who was only more than ten meters away. When he saw the familiar handsome face, he suddenly felt a sense of loss.
Especially the red Phoenix King's cloak, which made the white dwarf's big hand holding the battle axe tighten a little more.
"Malekith... I have witnessed this scene in my dream. You came to the Mountain Kingdom wearing the Phoenix King's crown. I swear to you in the name of the High King.
The friendship between the dwarves and the elves will be as sincere as you and me. Even if the stone and steel are shattered and broken over time, the oath cannot be changed."
Malekith didn't know what to say. He could use the name that the elves owed their father Aenarion for his merits and forcefully demanded the throne of the Phoenix King.
Or he could rely on Caledor Dragon Tamer's oath of allegiance to the Guardian and call the Dragon Kingdom a traitor.
But throughout his life, Malekith knew very well that the son of Aenarion did not owe anyone, but only Snorri Whitebeard was a hurdle that he could not bypass in his life.
Snorri... even before his death, he still did not forget his elf friend, and promised the dwarves and elves an eternal alliance with his dying oath.
But what about Malekith... He changed from the Prince of Nagaryth to the Phoenix King who seized the right to rule Ulthuan...
Malekith's hoarse voice was very different from Snorri's impression.
"At this point, are you still talking about those useless things, Snorri?
Since I have chosen this path, betraying oaths and friendship... is just a stepping stone to becoming a king. Do you think that my eternal alliance with the dwarves is out of my heart?"
The white dwarf looked up at the sky and suddenly laughed.
"In this case, I am relieved to see that a friend who claimed to be a tall dwarf has become an oath-breaker who uses any means to gain power...
The oath cannot be changed... In the name of Snorri's dead soul, I will fulfill the dying oath of the first High King!
The relationship between the dwarves and the elves started with me, and it should end with me."
"It should be so... Snorri Whitebeard."
The long sword shaped by the power of creation carries the absolutely cold will of Asuryan and the battle axe symbolizing Grimnir's anger.
After nearly five thousand years, the best friends who had hunted trolls and manticores together in the World's Edge Mountains chose to chop their weapons at each other's throats.
The battle between the Witch King and the White Dwarfs was somewhat unexpected. Most people thought that it should be Imrik who stood opposite Malekith.
After finishing the hunt for the remaining phoenixes and manticores, Davion drove the dragon to Imrik's side. He was a little worried that the final results of the battle would be usurped. If Malekith was killed by the white dwarfs, Caledor Phoenix King's right to speak would undoubtedly be weakened.
"Your Highness, maybe we should make some for the white dwarfs..."
"No, let him fulfill his oath before his death. Malekith will not die easily."
Davion stared at the battlefield below for a long time, thinking that the prince's words might be unfair. In the air battle just now, Malekith was besieged by many dragon princes.
Even with the power of Asuryan protecting him, it would not be easy to defeat the white dwarfs while he was injured...
"Support the ground forces. We need to kill all Druzil as soon as possible. The land of Nagarys has been stained with stench for too long. I urgently need this land to breed new warriors."
"Yes."
Things went much more smoothly than expected. As the pioneer of Khorne, Valkia wanted to find Damian to continue the "fate" that had not yet ended during the Great Crusade.
Unexpected things always happen. An imperial human with a double-tailed comet and the power of the white wolf god actually fought side by side with a vampire.
The contempt for the imperial human is rooted in the hearts of the Norscans. She spread her wings and soared, pointing her spear at the vampire emitting a terrifying breath, opened her mouth full of fangs, and anger filled the voice of the bride of Khorne.
"Vampire of the Blood Dragon Family, this war is more interesting than I thought. Are you Valazi Harkon?"
Valazi Harkon, the current leader of the Blood Dragon Family, was a warrior with a similar mental state to his brother Luther Harkon when Abras was wandering around the world looking for opponents. He spared no effort to spread the horror of the Blood Dragon Knight in the old world.
"..." The Blood Dragon Knight was speechless. For Abras, demons were probably at the top of the list of the most hated.
Although Nagash was a psychopath, he still had a profound impact on many undead in the fight against the Chaos Gods.
"If you don't want to say it, my spear will pry your mouth open."
Valkia, after her last defeat, received the blessing of Khorne, and her strength is much higher than during the Great Crusade.
At that time, she was beaten into pieces by Damian's several heavy blows. Now, even if her strength has improved a lot, it is probably not easy to defeat Abras.
But there are always people who like to interfere, such as Magnus, the Chaos Champion of the Yankees, who was furious after knowing Valkia's identity. He is the demon prince who is responsible for guiding the northern barbarians to obtain the blessing of Khorne.
"In the name of Sigmar, vampire, get out of my way. This Yankee woman will die in my hands."
The greatsword shining with orange-yellow flames, along with Magnus's charge, almost cut down the "friendly" Abras.
Abras stepped aside. His mind had long been attracted by Malekith and the white dwarf, and he didn't care about Valkia's provocation.
The roar of the Sword of Creation and the White Dwarf's battle axe when they collided was like an earthquake, with a strong and determined fighting will, which attracted the blood dragon ancestor's warlike desire.
But Malekith seemed to be targeted by too many people, and it would never be his turn.
This made Aboraash a little puzzled. In the past, a rare player in a century appeared like a leek in the elf decisive battle.
After killing a few ignorant Khorne Chaos Warriors, Aboraash was still looking for an opponent worth fighting, but soon the magic communication from Masno made him brighten up.
"Aboraash... your opponent is here."
"Who."
"Kane incarnates Tyrion."
"Isn't he your target?"
"I'm worried about something, something far more threatening than Tyrion, perhaps a debt from thousands of years ago..."
"I don't care about what's going on between you elves, tell me where Tyrion is."
"To the northeast, he's being hunted down by the incarnation of Sotek and Draknir."
"You want me to intercept him? But a siege is not a warrior's move."
"I'll persuade Draknir to enter the front battlefield, you just need to hold Tyrion back before Malekith dies."