Chapter 994 Choosing the Wrong Witch King Again

The largest ceremony in a thousand years was held under inopportune circumstances.

It should not have been so extravagant and wasteful during the war, and many important personnel were rushed back from the front line at the risk of being raided by Druchi.

But the Witch King obviously also received this news, and for a moment he didn't even think of a response strategy. He could only roar at Teclis' incompetence in the palace.

No one dared to refute the Phoenix King's wrath. The precious treasures that symbolized the elf kingship from the secret storage room of the Black Tower of Nagarond were smashed into pieces by Malekith. These antiques that are more than six thousand years old are A product of the Aenarion era, it had been carefully maintained as his long-cherished wish over the years.

Even in times of crisis, Malekith never touched the items that symbolized his father's royal power, but this time, he felt truly desperate.

After smashing a phoenix sculpture delicately carved from red crystal, the countless fragments scattered on the ground seemed to mock Malekith's weakness and cowardice, not daring to put all his combat power into Loxia's raid on the west. In vain, he was dreaming of the Phoenix King in Nagaris, receiving the flattery of the Druzi.

"Imric, Imric, what a dragon lord, he paralyzed us all, thinking that the dragon horn has lost its effect!"

Malekith threw away the responsibility, and the Sword of Creation was placed on Teclis's shoulder. At this time, the Witch King finally cast doubt on this dear nephew. Everything was too coincidental.

He originally had a comeback weapon against the dragon's awakening - the Holy Sword of Kane. However, Teclis' action to seduce Aslay caused Tyrion to pull out the Holy Sword and lead himself into a misunderstanding, thinking that the dragon The horn has become a decoration.

The biggest significance is just to make Druchi feel afraid and not dare to launch a general attack easily.

But now... the Black Ark has all docked, and a lot of resources have been invested in the reconstruction of Nagaryth. Druchi has lost the possibility of retreat.

"You did a great job Teclis, you were successful as a double agent, but at what cost?"

The gloomy-looking Witch King did not hide his murderous intention. In his rage, he just wanted to execute Teclis. He provided a lot of valuable information, but he always slipped up at the most critical moment. It is difficult for people not to doubt his motives. .

Teclis looked calm, not caring about the Sword of Creation on his shoulder, and asked the Witch King a question.

"I have never interfered with your choice. The plan to station in Nagaryth is up to you. It is up to you to lure Aslay to attack Caledor. It is up to you and Morath to declare Asuryan's victory in Lothern without authorization. The choice is also due to your arrogance."

"A good person has never interfered with my choices, so do you know what my next choice will be?!"

"Oh, you could just kill me, but the fact that you are still talking nonsense shows that there is still a glimmer of hope left in your heart."

Teclis saw blood for a while, and Malekith would not be willing to be defeated by the dragon again. He had lost too many times, and there was already a shadow in his heart.

Fear and hope also exist, this is the contradictory Phoenix King.

The Witch King put down his sword and returned to the throne in despair, "Lilith, I can only rely on the help of the Moon Maiden to make all Asur understand that I am the destined Phoenix King."

"I will tell Lilith, but now you need to consider how to deal with the shadow that appears in the Dragon's Back Mountains. An Asrai..." Teclis paused for a moment, as if he was hesitating, but in fact he just caught Marley. Keith's interest.

“Araloth the Valiant obeyed Lilith’s orders and, as Lord of Tasheen, had great control over Asrai after Orion’s death and Ariel’s inability to intervene.

Perhaps you could send an emissary to fan the flames of resentment over Orion's death at Tyrion's hand, and get some Asrai into the Phoenix King's service. "

Originally, Malekith didn't have much interest in Aslay, thinking that they were just a group of wild species living in the forest, worthless except for the meeting sun tree.

But the current threat from the dragon was too great, and he needed every bit of his strength to save this bad situation.

Asuryan's Choice on the throne stared at Tyrion for a long time, carefully discerning whether there was any possibility of betrayal on the ancient and unwavering face, and he was also considering the possibility of this proposal in his heart.

After a long time, the Phoenix King finally made a decision.

"You go and bring Araloth to Ulthuan. No matter what purpose he and she have, I only want the position of Phoenix King!"

"Of course, as Asuryan's choice, the position of Phoenix King must belong to you." Teclis said some rather sarcastic words, and his body turned into a white light and disappeared from the palace.

Apart from Araloth, the only power left in Lilith's hands is the soul of the Holy Grail Knight of Bretonnia. The only thing she has to do now is to make the battle anxious and let an opportunity appear in the eyes of the Moon Girl.

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Shadow King Aris Anar is now considered by many to be the crow pet kept in Caledor's captivity. His move to abandon the entire territory of Nagaryth made this old monster who was once respected and feared by Ulthuan prepare subject to controversy.

But it was obvious that Aris had never been a person who cared about reputation. Rather than being popular at the banquet, he was more willing to be a dance partner with Drucci's corpse.

The Shadow Walkers lurking in the Dragon Gate watched in the shadows as groups of humans who should not have appeared here entered the military fortress. Unlike many Asur who had doubts about Draknir's move, the Shadow Walkers Monkey doesn't care who his comrades are, as long as he can kill Druzi, he is a good person.

As the person with the highest status behind the scenes, the Shadow King naturally received an invitation from Dracnir to discuss the war in the general hall of the Dragon Gate.

There were only three people in the hall, Dracnir, Elvis, and Agthel. Since early morning, they had discussed many important matters, but the substantive plan of march to the north had not yet been involved.

We still need to wait for someone, someone who can have the final say on the battlefield.

The shadowy man with his face covered by a veil walked into the hall. The guards on the perimeter were unaware when someone walked by in front of him. He held a spear and faced forward meticulously.

After the shadowy man walked into the hall, Elvis raised his hand to indicate that someone was coming, and turned his sight to the stone pillar not far away.

"Are you the Shadow King or the Hand of the Shadow Crown?"

A hoarse voice came from the throat of the shadowy man. He gradually emerged from the shadows. Except for a pair of eyes, his whole body was covered with black cloth, and it was difficult to see any physical features.

"There is no difference between the Shadow King and the Hand of the Shadow Crown. Who I am depends on what you think."

Fortunately, the three people in the hall were familiar with the habits of the Nagaryth elves and did not have any objections to this strange statement.

Asking someone who is wearing a mask is the stupidest decision. (End of chapter)