Chapter 1109 The Gravekeeper of the Times

More than a hundred people divided into different teams and spread around. His Majesty the Phoenix King's request was very simple. The person who brought back the most prey before dusk would be the winner of this hunting ceremony.

There is no need to care about the so-called monarch's face, it is better to worry than the Phoenix King.

When you pierce the throat of the monster with your spear, it is the greatest respect for His Majesty. Every drop of blood seeping into the ground is a tribute to the greatness of the royal court.

Even the old man who has lived through three dynasties has never seen such a straightforward monarch, but I am afraid that His Majesty is really confident in winning the biggest trophy, or he does not want to use Warcraft to embellish the honor that can no longer be added.

At least Cohill thought it was the latter. After all, the scene in front of him really made the White Lion Guard not know what to say.

Imrik skillfully found a pile of dry firewood, piled it on a flat place at his feet, pulled out the Sword of Creation, which symbolized the authority of the Phoenix King, and casually lit a fire with the platinum phoenix flames.

He originally wanted to leave the Dragon Fire Sword to Drachnir, but he didn't expect that he actually looked down on this ancestral sword and believed that the artifact found in the Dragon's Back Mountains was more valuable.

This made Imric very worried, so he temporarily sealed the Dragon Fire Sword in the Dragon Palace and gave it to his grandson immediately when he was born to designate the identity of the heir.

This shows how worried the head of the family is about his children...

The flames of the platinum phoenix burned the dry firewood into ashes. This sacred power was so majestic that even the ashes were annihilated. This made Imric's brows jump and he thought about throwing the Sword of Creation to the ground and stepping on it hard. A few kicks.

Phyllis always felt that one thing was bothering her. Ever since Imric was crowned Phoenix King, he seemed to be releasing his repressed nature more and more, becoming a fun-loving person like Iron Wolf.

I wonder which elf with normal thinking would think that the platinum phoenix flames are used to ignite fires.

"My Majesty, if you are troubled by some small matters and are not good at handling them, please leave them to others."

"Haha." Imrik said nothing. He picked up a few stones and threw them on the spot. He gently stroked the rough surface with his palms and used his divine power to use the non-combustible rocks as ignition materials.

When the blazing fire from the stone shot straight into the sky, Phyllis covered her face helplessly, feeling shy in her heart, why did I fall in love with such a stupid person.

Facts have proved that the flame catalyzed by divine power is not reliable as a ignition material. When Cohir threw down a few pieces of dry wood, like the flames of the platinum phoenix, the red flames wiped them away from the world.

To stop the Phoenix King from trying to prove his ability, Phyllis took out two pieces of flint, found a small piece of dry bark and kneaded it into silk. She squeezed it with both hands and stroked it hard, and a tiny flame appeared.

After bleeding, the venison is sprinkled with salt and pepper and sizzles on the campfire, glistening with oil.

The maid quietly arranged the food. Judging from her appetite for Imric, she was afraid that the deer behind her would not be enough to eat.

Imrik, who was waiting for the food, took out a jug of wine, thoughtfully nodded to Cohir who was standing aside, and gestured to come over and sit down.

Cohir was a little surprised. After all, his relationship with Imric came more from his status. One was the monarch and the other was a guard.

"Your Majesty, I am your captain of the Guards..."

"So you and Fenuba were so polite when you were your partner?"

Cohir smiled helplessly, and his expression became much more relaxed. He took off his cloak and put it at his feet. He took the wine from His Majesty and sat down cross-legged.

"I just heard that the grandsons of Ode are still estranged from me. Considering the relationship between Arao and you, it is best for me to be a dutiful White Lion Guard."

"Arao is a good student, but unfortunately he is a bit stupid. He only knows how to chop with a big ax. I want to teach him marksmanship... He dislikes that this is a thing for women." Imrik also smiled and said mockingly to himself. : "I am not a competent teacher. He may have learned stubbornness and pride from me, but running a kingdom cannot be successful only by stubbornness and pride."

"But stubbornness and pride are the foundation of a warrior. I firmly believe that Arao can inherit the honor of Oud and become a warrior prince loved by the people."

"Of course, he is my student, Draconir's brother."

Teacher-student is a particularly sacred relationship, especially for the Dragon Palace, which has no proton tradition. Being a student of the prince means that one must swear to assist the heir who has not yet grown up, even at the cost of life.

"They might really become brothers." Phyllis interjected, stopping to look for spices.

"Why does Adira want to adopt her as her adopted son? Or..." Imrik thought of a possibility, and his expression turned a little unkind. Could it be that that brat from Alao is in love with Alisala?

"I heard from my father that Odd once asked Uncle Woodrow for a marriage..." Phyllis looked at the Phoenix King with an increasingly ferocious face. Filonina looked very similar to his deceased mother. She was so youthful. The version of the mistress of the dragon palace, and what will be the reaction when the student fucks his niece?

"He dares! I will take Minasnir to Charis immediately and pull out all the old lion's teeth."

However, after some angry words, Imric was still discouraged and waved his hands, "Forget it, Arao is also a good young man. As long as he and Filonina are in love, I will give my blessing."

"There are also Davian and Althea. I believe you won't object to these two matters."

"We'll do it together so I don't have to run around."

The brief chat between the parents changed Cohir's impression of Imrik. The usual Dragon Prince always had a business-like appearance, which made people mistakenly think that he only had two things in his mind - dragons and war. .

Chewing on a piece of deer leg, Imric looked at Cohir, who remained silent, "Tell me about you and prepare for something later."

With the precedent of Tyrion, Cohir did not think that the Phoenix King's words meant that he was dismissed from his position. I am afraid that for today's Phoenix Court, the true value of a warrior is not to guard the monarch as a mascot. After all, this The monarch can fight better than them all.

Raising the glass and shaking it, Cohir looked at the blood-red liquid and saw Fenuba's face again in a daze.

"Me... I'm not afraid of your ridicule. After Malekith's death, I had the thought of committing suicide. A warrior who cannot abide by his oath is not qualified to live."

Imric did not deny that if he were defeated and Malekith was granted the title of Phoenix King by destiny, and could unite the three spirits in the name of resisting the enemy of Chaos, I am afraid that many dragon princes would choose to rush to the Dragon Wasteland to follow their oath to accompany their monarch in the Holy Land. Leave.

First place...

He glanced at Phyllis, who was still tinkering with the bonfire. This maid who had been with him all his life would probably go to hell together.

But I won't let that happen, ever.

"So what made you change your decision."

Cohir stroked the black lion head beside him, with sadness in his low tone.

"Finuba has done a lot, but it is not enough for a Phoenix King. Perhaps many people will gradually forget his achievements and think that it is just the past.

But I will still work hard for the glory of One Piece..."

The tombkeeper of the era... Imric roughly understood what Cohir was thinking, and then thought about the composition of the Royal Guards.

Kadro believes in Asuryan, Kuran obeys Malekith's orders, Kohir remembers Fenubar, Aslay's legendary swordsinger Vetis only acts under the orders of the Woodland Council, Aenir is a group of good luck things...

So only the Flameborn Knight firmly protects the Phoenix King... no, it's the head of the Dragon Tamer family. (End of chapter)