Chapter 995 Race and Gods

"Alaros, assuming I'm right, this is the only Asrai army that will help Malekith."

Draconir's words only made Agthel feel strange. Looking at his nephew Elvis's calm expression, he vaguely guessed that there must be a deeper secret inside.

But he had no interest in why Aralos helped Malekith. Killing Aslay was a bastard like Druchi anyway, so just kill him. It would be useless to think too much.

The reinstated Dragon Gate general rubbed his chin, pointed at the endless mountains on the Ulthuan map and said,

"My soldiers are not very good at catching bugs. If I want Aslay to play his best role, they must not be cannon fodder on the frontal battlefield. The environment in Nagaryth is very unfavorable to Aslay. Only Anuli Mountains can serve as hiding places for guerrilla warfare."

"Leave this matter to the Shadow Walker. No Asrai can leave Nagaryth." The shadow man, who may be the Shadow King, kept his voice hoarse and captured Lilith's mistress alive. This was a very tempting goal.

"So be it." Draconir nodded in agreement. The only thing to do now was to send troops from the Dragon Gate to press closer to Tal Anlek.

After the news of the dragon's awakening spreads, Malekith will focus his defense on the Tyranlock border, and always be on guard against Tal Anlek, the capital, being burned into ruins by the flames.

The army of the ancestors attacked from the east. The army led by Prince Caledor contained the Druzi on the periphery and gradually eroded towards the heart of the Witch King.

The prince's vision swept across the uncle and nephew in Fengxiao City, and handed over the decision-making power to Agthel and Elvis.

"The Dragon Gate needs one person to guard it."

Agthel muttered, "Don't you just want to go to the battlefield..."

Under the expectant gazes of the two young men, the Julongmen general, who seemed to be getting older, chose to give up the opportunity.

"Victory is my only request. Caledor will not allow failure."

Draconir smiled and retorted before emphasizing.

"No, it's not that Caledor doesn't allow failure, but His Majesty the Phoenix King doesn't allow failure."

Several people poured a glass of wine as a last celebration before going off to war, and raised their glasses in unison before leaving.

"To His Majesty the Phoenix King."

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The pace of war is getting closer and closer. Some people want to gain fame and supreme honor in the war, while some people want to wait patiently for the end and quietly wait for death.

But for Araloth, privately leading Asrai's army into Ulthuan through the Oak of Time seemed like a betrayal of the race.

His heart was struggling. When Queen Ariel was struggling to find a way to resurrect the king, Teclis suddenly appeared and explained to Aslay that the time for revenge has come. Don't you have anything to do with Asul who killed Orion? resentment? Would you rather pray silently in the forest for the arrival of next spring than use blood to honor the dead?

If he only used hatred to incite emotions, Aralos could suppress them by force, but Lilith's words made black and white blur in an instant. What does it mean that he will appear as the savior of the elves? Does Asrai have to learn two things? Cousin, establish your own Phoenix King?

Under the double temptation, an army led by the Eternal Guard and the Woodland Guard marched towards Ulthuan. After meeting the Phoenix King Malekith, Araloth received unprecedented respect and was appointed by the Chosen of Asuryan. The new master of Athel Loren, enjoys all the power of Orion.

This appointment, which seemed like a waste of money, only made Aralos's contempt for Malekith grow stronger. The paranoid maniac, this was the destined Phoenix King.

He did not follow Malekith's orders and use the Oak of Ages as a means of maneuver to wreak havoc and killing in Ulthuan. Instead, he moved along the Anulli Mountains in an attempt to pass through the Dragon Gate to Avalon and meet the Eternal Queen. Your Majesty wants an explanation.

Druzi cannot win this war...

Araloth judged this in his mind as he walked through the Wasteland of Nagaryth accompanied by the Greyhawks.

But where should Aslay go? The king has left. Now the queen is undoubtedly in a lunatic state. Lord Dais is seriously leaning towards Caledor. His relationship with Imrik is difficult to explain...

While he was so deep in thought, the Greyhawks suddenly made some movement. This guard, composed of elite rangers, was the pride of Tarsain. Each one of them was a eagle-shooting hero who could pierce through the enemy with a hundred steps. Their vigilance and keen perception could be called The peak of elves.

A black sharp arrow flew quickly under the refraction of the sun and pierced Aralos' face. It was extremely fast and extremely secretive. The brave man in a meditative state did not even notice the threat to his life.

But the response of the elite guards was extremely fast. More than ten long green arrows with starbursts shot at the black sharp arrows at almost the same pace. When they were still hundreds of meters away, they accurately hit the target that was not as thick as a finger.

Black arrows are not Asul's usual color... and with such superb archery skills, there is only one possibility...

Aralos, who reacted quickly, put aside the messy thoughts in his mind and immediately determined the identity of the attacker. Even if the shooter was not the Shadow King, he must have been the Shadow Crown who shot and killed Asrai's legendary hunter Skalok.

The Gray Eagles put their arrows on their bowstrings and began to be on alert in the endless wasteland. The non-forest environment made them feel uncomfortable, but it did not mean that the lethality of these elite hunters would be reduced by half.

But Aralos had an idea and ordered some members of the Gray Eagle team to look back to look for any traces of Drucci.

This strange behavior prevented the ambush from starting. Except for the black sharp arrows that seemed to greet them at the beginning, the Shadow Walkers actually stayed where they were, waiting for Asrai's next move.

The atmosphere remained strange until the Gray Eagles, who were scouting the rear, returned and indicated that there were no Druzi men following behind, and Aralos made the next move.

The brave man walked out of the center of the Gray Eagles without any worries, holding a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand, raising his weapon high when facing the empty wasteland.

This was a very clear signal that Aslay had no intention of fighting.

The future of the race and the blessing of the gods, Aralos, who had struggled for a long time in the roots of the oak tree of the times, made a decision in his heart.

It was already hard for him to believe that piece of shit from Tigris. What he said might be true, but there must be a bigger trap waiting for Asrai.

We need to find a way to break the situation so that Aslay can survive this crisis at the lowest possible cost.

Araloth is more willing to trust Alarielle than Imric and Malekith. He needs a way to enter Avalon and find the eternal queen who can determine the future direction of Assur. (End of chapter)