Chapter 1059 The Prince Attacking

Above the magnificent city gate modeled after an ancient dragon, a breeze with a hint of blood blew, lifting the golden hair of Prince Caledor.

Draknir stood alone at the city gate for a long time. The servants vaguely guessed the prince's mood. He could not participate in the important war that determined the fate of the kingdom because of his father's order.

This must be a great sorrow for any blood descendant who intends to prove that he is worthy of inheriting the family honor.

"I feel a kind of sorrow from the singing of the wind..."

"Your Highness?" Kunnir, the son of the champion warrior of the dragon lord, is also the chief servant of Prince Caledor.

He stood behind the prince, and although he didn't know the deep meaning of Draknir's words, he kept nodding and said, "Yes, tragedy is happening all the time in Ulthuan now, but you, who have such power, stay at the Dragon Gate because of your noble status.

But the prince will definitely defeat Malekith and end the eternal tragedy."

"Really..." Draknir murmured. He felt the fluctuations in the distance. Elvis, who would rather die than be humiliated, used himself as a sacrifice to summon Nakai.

But the son of Harandur only needed one word. Even if his father ordered Prince Caledor to stay at the Dragon Gate, Draknir would disobey the king's order and personally stop the incarnation of Cain.

At this point, do we still have to go...

"Quinnir, if Elvis died in the hands of Druzy because of you, what would you do?"

Quinnir was stunned at first, and then he was silent for a long time, thinking about something, and said with sadness.

"Although I don't like him always ordering us in the name of the Serpent God, he is a respectable man. If he dies because of me, I will kill his Druzy and spend my whole life to make up for this regret.

I'm sorry, my oath to you cannot let me freely choose my life."

"It doesn't matter. Emotions and responsibilities are always contradictory. Maybe I should be willful sometimes..."

"What do you mean?"

Draconil nodded slowly and said to the trusted servant in a calm tone.

"Elvis died to stop Tyrion. As the future lord of Harandur, I have the obligation to avenge my subjects.

Let those damn princes' responsibilities go to hell! All I want is victory, a victory without any sacrifice!"

Quinnir lowered his head when Draconil's tone changed. He believed that he could not interfere with the prince's thoughts. Since persuasion was useless, why not be willful.

After all, Caledor will be inherited by him in the end. Draconil has the power to make such a request and must participate in person.

"Yes, your will."

The elite soldiers of the Dragon Gate began to gather at the fastest speed. Although Elvis had brought out most of the troops, the elite soldiers loyal to Draknir never left.

As the prince with the highest expectations in history, countless elves were willing to be loyal to Draknir. During his reign, hundreds of elite warriors with a great reputation in Kaledo volunteered to join the squires.

And the prince never failed to live up to the expectations of these warriors. He tried his best to give these "rangers" a sense of belonging as long as he could provide the best horses and armor within his power.

The long-term training has allowed the prince to have a squire group specializing in various types of battles. There are many types, but everyone is elite, from dragon princes to archers.

After the servants had assembled, the Dragon Gate did not open. Draknir, standing at the front, guided the steady magical wind of Ulthuan, allowing the energy that was originally like a stream to gather into a turbulent sea. The call of the Chaos Realm could be vaguely heard in the raging wind.

The dragon mage servants who assisted the prince in casting spells used Caledor's unique magic at a very fast speed to stop the Chaos Realm from spying on the Dragon Gate.

This military-level magic, even in the ancient times before the establishment of the Great Vortex, could only be performed by a few great wizards.

Today, they may witness a miracle and turn the tide of the battle with their personal power.

The staff made of star iron, a red iron embryo that had just been produced under the influence of the magic wind in Draknir's hand, when the magic wind reached the critical point, a strong flash of light flashed in front of everyone that could not open their eyes, and a huge roar came out of their ears.

With a buzzing sound, Kunnir opened his eyes and found a battlefield full of debris and blood.

The familiar Knights' mascot, Pakal, was madly hitting Druzy with a hammer. Judging from the scars on the giant lizard's body that were covered with blood, the battle was not as easy as imagined.

Elvis... Kunnier vaguely understood the meaning of the prince's words. It turned out that the Grand Master used himself as a sacrifice to summon the incarnation of Sotek.

But is it all worth it...

Throwing the staff that had turned into molten iron aside, Draknir ordered the chief attendant.

"Quinnier, lead the attendants to support."

Kunnier immediately understood what the prince wanted to do. He wanted to persuade him from the bottom of his heart that the meaning of the attendant was to protect the master, not to let the master take the lead.

But when he saw the cold profile that seemed to be exactly the same as His Royal Highness's, all his persuasions turned into anger and hatred.

"Yes! In your name, we will bring death to Druzy!"

"Yes."

After responding softly, Draknir focused his attention on Pakal. He could clearly see the fierce battle between the incarnation of Cain and the incarnation of Sotek, but he was not ready to support them immediately.

Even if we join the siege of Tyrion, it will still take time to deal with the Sword of Khaine, so we might as well focus our attention on the other people.

For example... Hellebron, the witch who bathed in Asur's blood.

When the teleportation spell allowed the thousand-man squire group to arrive at the battlefield, even a madman like Hellebron knew that the situation had changed. She temporarily put aside the slaughter of Asur soldiers and chose to approach the God of Faith.

The witch was extremely fast. Even by the standards of the elves, Hellebron's body movements were the best in the world.

But there was always someone faster than her. The appearance of a golden dragon-patterned shield forced Hellebron to forcibly block it with two swords.

When the shield slowly fell, Hellebron saw a face that seemed very familiar. She had faced the Lords of Caledor countless times, sometimes in bloody battles, and sometimes in death.

But there was no doubt that she won in the end. This time Hellebron also believed that the gods would stand on her side.

The witch's voice was as sharp as a knife, with malice and bloodlust, "Draknir? I thought Imrik would protect you well, hiding you in the deepest cellar of the Dragon Gate, waiting until the war was over and you were about to molder, and then you took over the identity and will of those dead people, fighting against the great God of Blood Hand like an ant."

"But unfortunately, you will not see that day...Witch Hellebron. All the damage you have caused to Caledor will be settled by me!" (End of this chapter)