Chapter 980 Tar'an Lek

The method of spiritual victory was perfectly embodied in Malekith. A song of honor for the Caledor family was widely circulated within Druchi. According to the instructions of the Witch King, every squad leader with hundreds of soldiers under his command must pay tribute to The Dread Lord submitted a report on his experience.

Discuss how ugly and embarrassing the Caledor family was under the glorious singing, and how many insignificant victories they had against Drucci? That was just a trial by the Holy Phoenix King, a choice made by Asuryan, and had nothing to do with these wastes relying on dragons to exist.

Such a method of consolation caused some criticism within Druchi. In the past, Malekith did not care about the so-called ballads and public opinion. The Witch King's favorite sound was Asur's painful screams, expressing his hatred for the Caledor family. of praise? Could it be that he became insane after becoming God's chosen one?

Of course, no one dared to say this to Malekith openly. No matter how the identity of the son of Aenarion was changed, the cruelty of his methods was far beyond imagination. Those spies who turned into the excrement of the war hydra were not interested in this. Very vocal.

A small interlude was used as a comedy segment before the war. Maybe Malekith really took this ballad seriously, but he also knew that orthodoxy cannot be obtained by relying on the so-called popular support. Only absolute strength can rule the Phoenix King. His foundation is like his father’s and no one can resist.

As the fog guarding the island dissipated under the magic of the sorceress, many Druzi who had never seen their homeland finally had a clear view of Nagaryth, the origin of the dark elves.

The endless wasteland, the broken spears scattered on the surface, the jagged coastline, the crows passing over the head of the Black Ark...

This land has been ravaged by them for thousands of years, and will continue to be persecuted by Druzi. I don’t know what Aenario will have in his heart after Tal Anlek, who aims to crown the Phoenix King, becomes a deserted area. What kind of idea.

The journey went surprisingly smoothly. The Council of Archmages of the White Tower of Hoth seemed unaware of the magic attacking the Mist Guardian, allowing the Grond sorceress to break through the outermost layer of Ulthuan.

The imagined ocean fleet with dense dragon ships did not appear, which made many Druchi feel relieved. After all, one less battle meant that the possibility of survival increased.

But Malekith never thought so. With thousands of years of experience fighting for the throne of the Phoenix King, he rejected Tigris's plan from the very beginning. Will Asul give up the magic of the fog and the Nagaryth coastline? It’s simply a fantasy.

Especially under the premise that the leader of Assur's rebellion is Imrik, there is no way that the idiots of the Caledor family will threaten the territory at all.

But the actual situation made Malekith feel bad. This was a trap, which directly made most of the plans useless, but even if he knew it was a trap, he still needed to jump in.

Looking at the unsuspecting Nagaryth coastline, the Witch King knew that he had only two options now. It was impossible to go to the east. The strategic significance was too small, and Cosque's ocean fleet was extremely difficult to deal with. The natural disaster storm when the Tamaha Waystone erupted was an extremely difficult bone to crack.

Then the only option is to march westward and attack the mainland of Caledor, defeat Ulthuan's most stubborn resistance, and then directly crown him in Lothern.

Or to be on the safe side, establish a stronghold in Nagaryth, capture the Dragon Gate, advance towards the inner ring, and gain victory step by step.

For the first time, he paid attention to Teclis, although this nephew was very unreliable. The last time he provoked the relationship between Assur and Aslay, the Holy Sword of Kane was pulled out by Tyrion.

But maybe it is still useful in some aspects...

"Teclis, speak your mind."

Tigris pondered for a while, and also looked at the unsuspecting Nagaryth coastline and thought seriously.

"A premise needs to be made. If Imrik can awaken the dragon in a short time, we must attack Caledor immediately. Otherwise, when the shadow flies out from the Dragon Spine Mountains, you and I both know what the outcome will be.

The risk of doing this is that they will face a large number of city defense attacks, and Tyranno Locke will not sit back and watch the Black Ark move towards the south. "

"And if Imric cannot awaken the dragon in a short time, a better choice is when Nagaryth lands. We need strategic depth. Once the ten kingdoms of Ulthuan gather, the Black Ark will become a mobile coffin. "

After Teclis completed his analysis, he handed over the decision to Malekith.

Generally speaking, both are military adventures. It depends on whether Malekith dares to bet on the dragon horn to awaken a sufficient number of dragons in a short period of time.

If it were the former Witch King, he would have chosen the first option. He was used to losing too much. Druchi's life was worthless anyway, so he would die if he died.

But it is difficult for the current Witch King to take such a big risk. There is only one chance. All the Druchis have already played, and there is no possibility of a comeback.

He can't lose, and he doesn't dare to lose.

"Let Loxia contain Caledor and Tyron Locke in the west, and all the Druzi - land in our hometown of Nagaryth!"

The ancient black ark, which was originally created by splitting the land with Nagaryth, has finally returned to its hometown. It sounds very epic, consistent with the Angland clan's recovery of the Eight Peaks Mountain.

But after landing on his homeland, Druchi had no emotion in his eyes. He never thought about remembering his ancestors. He only stared at the surroundings with a pair of cold and bloodthirsty eyes, alert to any attacks that might occur at any time.

The Witch King's flagship, the Black Ark, landed in Tal Anlek. This city he once ruled for a long time has become very different from its ancient appearance with the passage of time and the Shadow King's poor management.

Flags made of Duruchi leather were swaying in the wind at the top of the city, and the wooden piles covered with black-haired elf heads outside the city were undoubtedly the Shadow King's gift to Malekith.

From the oldest to the youngest, the dead heads piled one upon another on the wooden stakes are as compact as mille-feuille cakes. The crows are still nibbling the eyeballs and singing the praises of the Shadow King's gift in a hoarse voice.

In order to welcome the Holy Phoenix King, the fastest fear riders burned all the wooden piles on both sides of the road and laid a hundred meters of red carpet from the city gate, waiting for Malekith's arrival.

The king surrounded by Phoenix Guards slowly walked towards the city. Malekith stared at the unrecognizable city in the distance. This was the place where his father was crowned. It was once the center of the Elf Empire and a strong shield protecting Ulthuan.

But the final result turned into a dead city filled with blood and innocent souls.

The Witch King entered the palace and announced something to the world.

He has inherited his father's orthodoxy and was crowned Phoenix King in Tal Anlek by the grace of Asuryan. All those who dare to disobey are rebelling against the Elf Lord! (End of chapter)