Chapter 1210 The Tragic Father and Son

Talarion, holding the Old Woman's Staff, came to the Island of Death under the escort of the Archmages...

Eltharion tugged on Talalion's collar, and the emotions he rarely showed became uncontrollable at this moment.

"Phoenix King...Does Imric know your decision?! Assur has the ability to fight against all threats, instead of letting a...hero sacrifice himself voluntarily!"

Facing the maelstrom and the prying eyes of the horned evil god, relief appeared in Talarion's eyes.

He expressed his respect for Eltharion. It is the duty of the war lord to protect every asur, and this sacred mission is vividly reflected in Eltharion.

The watchman is willing to be heroic and glorious, rather than surrender in shame.

"Prince Eltharion, I sincerely appreciate your concern...but every Assur has made sacrifices to protect Ulthuan, and I am just the most insignificant speck of dust among them."

"You..." Elsharion tried to persuade him several times, but in the end he slowly released his palms and raised the White Tower of Hos on his chest to symbolize blessing.

"Your will will be passed down forever in the White Tower of Hos... We will remember a magic swordsman named Talarion who performed great feats with a small body."

"It's my honor." Talarion slowly walked towards the maelstrom, carrying the prophecy that was about to be fulfilled. In the hymn sung by the archmages... he was torn into pieces by the violent wind of magic.

In the blur, the large vortex vibrated violently, and the eternally rotating magical wind seemed to have a bomb dropped in the center, disrupting the normal air flow.

All spellcasters on Death Island felt their spirits were severely shaken and heard an extremely terrifying evil curse.

"No...Skaven...curse you..."

At the same time, in the Platinum Flame Temple far away from the Island of Death, the Omen of Asuryan turned into a rainbow connecting the sky under the command of the master, tearing apart the curse of the horned evil god with a crisp and moving cry, and with Tara Rayon disappeared into the maelstrom together.

The war lord clenched the Carmen Spear in his hand. He was not qualified to intervene in this dispute... He only felt a sense of uneasiness.

With a look of sadness and surprise on his face, Cavill slowly walked to the war lord's side and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty... must have already prepared a countermeasure. Asuryan wouldn't..."

"Cavill!" Elsharion reminded in a deep voice, his eyes full of calmness: "Don't make assumptions about the gods."

"Now, collect the remains of the war dead...if they still have any remains."

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At the Dragon's Back Mountains, Imrik's face turned a little pale. The signs of Asuryan pouring out of the temple were nothing but the projection of his divine power condensed with his strength and will.

Asuryan is too weak. Just extracting part of his strength to fight against the Horned Rat caused the platinum holy fire to sway violently... The giant snake proposed an idea of ​​rapid recovery. Every elf was born in obedience to Asuryan's will, and the soul , spirit, and thinking are the best supplements.

This was flatly rejected by Imric. If I regard my people as a source of strength, I will be considered a bullshit monarch.

Teclis cast a concerned look, confronting the dark gods head-on was not an easy matter.

Just as he was about to ask if he needed help, Imric interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

The Phoenix King gasped, gradually drawing strength from the land. He also had a trump card...the World Stone.

But there are only two options for this trump card. Draw all the power and sacrifice it to the Elf Empire to give the Chaos Gods a big blow.

Or... use the World Stone to seal the two-pole chaos portal, completely sealing the world.

The Phoenix King has not made a decision yet, and no one can make an easy choice until the end.

"Tai...Teclis, report on the research progress on the bipolar portal."

"We need professionals to go deep into the Chaos Wasteland..." Tigris paused, thinking that the Phoenix King might be about to make a difficult decision.

"Relying only on observation in the safe area, even Grond, who is closest to the Chaos Wasteland, still cannot correctly grasp the parameters of the two-pole portal... We need time."

The influx of power allowed Imrik to temporarily relieve his poor physical condition. He was silent for a long time and spoke slowly.

"I will start arranging this matter... This is not only a matter for the elves. Be prepared to go to the Empire of Altdorf with me."

"Um."

Imric took a deep breath and tried to keep his body as normal and stable as possible. After absorbing the power of Asuryan, his existence form became closer and closer to the divine creature, which is usually...the demon prince.

The maelstrom is not only repelling the power of chaos, but also repelling divine power. Even if there are multiple backdoors to deliberately reduce the pressure, the impact still exists.

The body gradually returned to normal, which made the Phoenix King barely smile. Especially when he heard a crisp baby crying in the temple, and... the echo of shadow rubbing the ground, his expression immediately turned into pig liver. .

Billak?

Without having time to consider the situation, the Phoenix King picked up the Sword of Creation on the table and rushed towards the center of the temple.

On the other side, holding the infant child, Draconir had infinite joy on his face. He comforted his wife who was sweating profusely and was equally happy. He wiped Gladys's forehead with his palm and used magic to slow her down. Go to sleep.

With one hand wrapped around the child, Drachnir's expression gradually became grim, and he turned his back to the endless shadows: "Bilak, Lord of Shadows... Your appearance here makes me feel very bad."

"Poor child... When you were born, your father had the same feeling as you." The shadow without a physical body tried to stroke the young son's cheek, as if to comfort him gently, but an equally invisible sword of eight winds had already nailed him to the wall.

Bilak laughed, his terrifying eyes full of sarcasm: "Yes, I saw everything about your father... You know, he is not your father.

At least, he is not the prince of Caledon named Imrik, but..."

Draknir was not angry at all, he just pierced Bilak's mouth with countless swords of eight winds in the calmest way.

"Bilak, don't try to influence me with your words... You are just a betrayer and a loser. What qualifications do you have to sow discord among the Caledor family? Do you think that with the protection of the dark gods, this world is your playground?"

"Of course not, my poor prince... But I should let you know the truth, the truth about your father."

Bilak's figure gradually disappeared, turning into a wisp of black shadow that was difficult to see clearly, flying towards Draknir... and the child in his arms.

"Pathetic." Draknir sighed and shook his head, disappearing in the crying of the child, leaving only a long sword burning with hot white flames, emerging from the shadows... (End of this chapter)