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 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 had seen 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.

After taking off Caledor's 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. He is wearing a dragon armor inscribed with countless fine runes and a feather helmet that reaches the sky. His handsome face seems to be the same as that of a god. He steals 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 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 old saints are just a bunch of rubbish who can only run away." Imrik's tone was very serious, but the increasingly energy-conceptualized soul seemed to deny this statement.

Aenarion sighed, and seemed unwilling to talk more about this topic.

"Before the official session begins, let's talk about it first. At least Asuryan is not so 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 trainer's spell and landed just behind the three people.

After Aenarion sat down, he smacked his lips and said, "It would be even better if there was another pot of wine."

"The Dragon Court will not disappoint its guests."

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

"So how did you deal with Malekith?"

"From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to cut him into pieces, but in the end I chose to bury him with honor."

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

The guardian had no interest in the fate of the elves, and only a trace of guilt for his child remained in his heart.

Affected by the power of Khaine, he did not raise Malekith into a brilliant and upright elf hero.

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

Aenarion took out the Sun Sword and showed his momentum in fighting against the four chief demons.

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

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

If Archaon had met his father instead of Malekith at the end of the world, the big guy with the hammer might not have had a chance to play.

Taking the lost sword of the family handed over by the ancestor dragon tamer, Imric smiled, and smiled in the dragon court that belonged to him.

The dragon tamer once pledged allegiance to Aenarion here, and now it is time to end this shackle and let Caledor get rid of the fate of being bound by the oath.

"Come, from now on, there will be no more Asur, Druzil, and Asrai. The Elven Empire you rule will fall into the hands of Caledor." (End of this chapter)