Chapter 979 You Will Return Like Lightning

No matter how much Malus objected to this decision, he had no choice but to accept it under the Witch King's order.

There is still a slight possibility of success in the siege, but if the Witch King cuts off the alchemical potion, the possibility of the great demon Zakhan taking over his body is 100%.

Loxia's scarlet eyes also showed a hint of disdain for Malus. Lord Kraken shoulders the important responsibility of the family and is far more honorable than the illegitimate son of Black Blade.

As the Navy Commander of the Phoenix King, in this war where control of the sea means control of the battlefield, it must be countless times more important than a stupid cavalry command.

Lord Kraken caressed his chest to express greetings to the Phoenix King. The sharp hook showed a cold light from his waist as he moved. Just like the Black Ark plundered the world, Loxia was also used to using hooks to take away every piece of Asur's flesh and blood.

"Your Majesty the Phoenix King, the Tower of God Bless the Villains is at your command."

The act of showing his loyalty earned Malekith's praise, "The corrupted heart is still loyal, Loxia, you need to stop the rebel navy coming from Tyranlock when I lead my army to land in my homeland of Nagaryth."

The huge and ferocious octopus helmet slowly shook its head. Under Malekith's puzzled gaze, Loxia said firmly,

"No, Your Majesty, this is definitely not about stopping the rebel navy. God Bless the Evil Tower will annihilate all those who dare to be enemies with the Phoenix King, whether they are seagulls or giant dragons."

"That's very good." Although Malekith thought this was a bit unrevealing, why not give it a try.

When it was the Witch Queen's turn, mother and son said nothing. From the bottom of his heart, Malekith completely distrusted his mother. This mad woman only thought about Tyrion.

But Grond's sorceress group is very important, and the Witch King is not prepared to take the risk of executing the Witch Queen before it is fully penetrated.

Family ethics dramas are always very boring. When Malekith waved everyone away and was about to tell his mother about the long-cherished wish he inherited from his father, Tigris suddenly chuckled.

"Ha...that's really interesting."

All eyes in the palace were focused on Asul. No one trusted this traitor, not even the Witch King.

This chuckle seemed to be mocking Druchi for being nothing more than a group of disloyal guys.

After Teclis chuckled for a while, he looked around, and after meeting the eyes staring at him once, he looked at Malekith and said in a rather sarcastic tone,

"In recent days, a widely circulated song has appeared in Ulthuan, which seems to praise the sanctity of your Phoenix King."

Welcome Master Wang? An idea came to Malekith's mind, and he kept agreeing with it. It seemed that there were still elves in Asur who had devout faith in Asuryan. The Phoenix King offers help.

Although the effect is small, it is worthy of praise.

"tell me the story."

Teclis did not refuse, and did not even ask Malekith again if he really wanted to hear it. A ball of white light appeared in his left hand.

The passionate vocal music sounded as the prelude, and combined with the tenor chorus, this ballad to Malekith seemed to go straight into the heart.

"You will return like lightning, and the whole island will feast, the earth, the sky and the sea. Under your holy flame, I will wear white clothes and touch you again. Your light and my letter, how much I have Love you.

God's chosen king, the king who helps us. Show mercy, show mercy, Creator of Heaven, Phoenix King, Lord of Ulthuan, Son of Aenarion, By the Grace of Asuryan, Emperor of All Elves.

Under Lothern, riding a horse given by God, he exerts his authority with coldness and kindness..."

Regardless of Malekith's increasingly embarrassed expression, Teclis still played this ironic ballad.

"Under the gate of Tal Anlek, you left for another place. And a mission brought you here. At the right time, in the Platinum Flame Temple, we will meet again when we see the Holy Fire. With all Together with the elves, Malekith, son of Aenarion, Phoenix King chosen by Asuryan."

The steel handrail had been crushed to pieces by Malekith, but even though the veins on his forehead were popping up and his breathing was a little harder than usual, his tone remained so majestic and inviolable.

"I admire this ballad, who composed it, and what the name was."

Teclis cut off the magic, and after thinking for a moment, he tapped his temples in distress, as if he was reluctant to say it.

But this was all pretense. The corners of his mouth raised a clearly visible arc, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Who is the author? Everyone present is very familiar with it. It is Imrik who is trying to usurp your throne. And the name..."

"In line with the first line - you will come back like lightning."

Unrepressible anger spurted out of Malekith's body, and the fierce wind of magic and murderous aura spreading in the air all showed that the Witch King was completely pissed off at this time.

Will you return like lightning? This lightning refers to a period of more than four thousand years? !

Tigris, who didn't know what was interesting, continued to speak, "Of course, if you still want to hear the voices of the people of Ulthuan, I can also play some more widely circulated songs."

"No need." Malekith raised his hand, thinking that Tigris must have done it on purpose. Imrik, that brat, not only had dirty hands, but also had a dirty heart. He actually used songs to mock himself, covertly and covertly.

But I won't be inferior to him!

After dispersing all those present, Malekith asked Kuran to find a group of spies who had studied Asur culture in depth, and also brought in a war hydra. After repeating the song played by Tigris just now, in the palace Zhong roared like thunder and shouted orders.

"I give you ten minutes to compose a satirical ballad about the Caledor family. It sounds like praise, but the entire Ulthuan must be made aware that the Caledor family is a group of despicable, stubborn and arrogant traitors!"

The spies looked at each other in confusion. The Witch King had taken the wrong medicine again, and he actually wanted to gain some advantage in literature and art.

When we study Assur culture, we all follow the pattern of disguised assassination. It seems a little difficult to compose a song comparable to "You Return Like Lightning" in ten minutes.

Seeing that these useless trashes were still glaring at each other for the past twenty seconds, Malekith did not hesitate to let the pet war hydra straighten its head and open its bloody mouth to swallow the woman at the front. Elf.

Amidst the sound of flesh and blood being crushed by the war hydra as it chewed, Malekith's face became more ferocious.

"Eight minutes left."

Facts have proved that in times of crisis, the potential of elves is not inferior to that of humans. After the author of the ballads that dissatisfied the Witch King turned into war hydra rations, the last spy finally completed his mission and reluctantly composed a song with a card. A ballad inspired by the Ledo family.

This pleased Malekith, who ordered him to play it on the spot and prepare it for immediate dispatch to Ulthuan. (End of chapter)