The pace of time slowly walked through the diamond and platinum steps of Asuryan. Malekith, who is more than 7,000 years old, is there. Looking at it with affectionate eyes, in front of the Asuryan sacred fire, there is his shadow when he was 1,700 years old.
The gradual passage of life silently took away his glory as the prince of the Kingsmoot. The moment he stepped into the Holy Fire, he lost all glory and status and became the Witch King who was hated by people and ghosts.
Malekith opened his mouth and remembered an ancient song. How long had it been since he sang? About 5,000 years ago?
Heavy steps stepped on the gorgeous steps, and hot blood spilled on the floor. Malekith suddenly felt that everything didn't matter. Anyway, if he failed, the whole world would be buried with him.
He recalled the time when he was a child, when his father Alario held him as an infant and walked in the military camp of the Kingdom of Nagaros.
keep going.
He recalled his failure to become the Phoenix King. He traveled to the old world as a ranger. In the land that is now Britannia, he met his wife Alyssa (yes, Malekith's
The first wife has the same name as the little queen Alisara), a chief high priest of the moon goddess Lilith. How sweet the newlywed time is.
Unfortunately, after a period of marriage, Alishara discovered that Malekith was studying dark magic - the High Priest of the Moon Goddess chose to leave silently, and the couple separated since then.
He recalled that he continued to move towards the east, and Malekith's heart suddenly stung. He could never forget that the first Dwarf High King held his hand tightly before his death and asked him to promise not to betray them.
friendship.
Snorri-Whitebeard! My best friend, my brother!
I'm sorry...I'm really sorry.
He recalled how overjoyed he was when his wife Alisala asked to come back to him after more than two thousand years and she accepted. How happy he was at that time.
However, this news was heard by the Witch Queen Morasi. The Witch Queen charmed a high-elf prince and asked him to lead his army to kill all Alisala and her escorts. How was he angry and killed his mother?
He was imprisoned and tortured crazily. From then on, he lost the last trace of warmth in his soul. He also lost family affection and love. What was left was only the desire for revenge. He let Morasi go just because of his mother.
Can help him get revenge.
Keep going, the Holy Fire is right in front of you.
The funniest thing has come. Now, everyone tells him that you are the orthodox Phoenix King?
So what do all the things I have done before, all the consequences I have caused before, and the countless sacrifices I have made before, count for nothing?
Malekith couldn't help laughing.
keep going.
The figure of the Witch King disappeared, leaving only a human figure screaming in the holy fire.
In the endless pain, Malekith's consciousness gradually blurred.
The world disappeared, leaving only myself burned in the flames.
So, is it over like this? Malekith thought, I failed again, father.
Father?
Everything around him disappeared, leaving only a vast expanse of white.
A new scenery appeared, a beautiful elf manor, a paddy field that was full and taller than a human being, and an unparalleled and handsome figure who often appeared in dreams stood in the field, stretching out his hand towards Malekith.
Tyrion!? When he saw the other party's face clearly, Malekith suddenly shuddered, and the Witch King quickly retreated.
Oops! Malekith wiped his waist, but found nothing.
Where is my sword???
The handsome figure looked at Malekith's panic, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and sarcastically said: "What's wrong, Malekith? You don't even recognize your father?"
"Father?" Malekith couldn't believe it. The Witch King hurriedly took a few steps forward, his voice trembling.
"Ah, I saw how my son became such a loser when he grew up. You really embarrass me." The first Phoenix King, the hero who saved the world, defended the legend of the glory of the elves, the founder of the Phoenix Dynasty, the explorer
Aenario said coldly: "Thank you for giving you the name Malekith."
When the years quietly turned around with tears in their eyes, the tall, handsome, and invincible Alario was there. Looking at it with affectionate eyes, everything seemed to have returned to the far point, the new kingdom of Nagaryth, and the teenage Maleki.
Si, his father taught him swordsmanship, and his mother taught him magic. Time flies, and young Malekith packs up his bags and heads towards the Anuli Mountains to hunt.
It seems like just yesterday.
Tears had blurred Malekith's eyes. The proud Witch King knelt on his knees. He laughed and sobbed: "Father? Son? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
How many years has he not cried? 3000 years? 4000 years? 5000 years?
Tears streamed down Malekith's face. The Witch King gritted his teeth. He sniffed hard and said to Alario, "Father, can you come here?"
"Huh?" Alario approached gently.
Malekith swung his fist and hit it directly on the face of the first Phoenix King. He cried and shouted: "You have a really good wife! Father, do you know what that bastard Morasi brought to me?"
How much trouble have you put in? Do you know how much pressure I have to bear as your son? Do you know how much criticism I have suffered because of this? Everyone is saying that I am a child cursed by the blood of Kane! Everyone is afraid
I hate me!"
Alario's face changed slightly. The first-generation Phoenix King reached out and pushed Malekith away. He said coldly: "Okay! He is very energetic. He is like my son with this kind of strength."
"You still look so annoying, father." Malekith said sarcastically as he burst into tears.
"You also have this annoying look, son." Alario said coldly.
Father and son both laughed at the same time.
"How old are you, Malekith?" Alario's face remained cold.
"Age 6982, father." Malekith stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears. The Witch King struggled to recall, and then said: "But I didn't include the time I spent in the Chaos Wasteland and the Chaos Realm."
"That's a long enough life." Alario said unceremoniously: "My lifespan is not even a fraction of yours."
"Then should I be happy or sad?" Although Malekith was still crying, he sneered: "Be happy, your descendant Tyrion has pulled out the sword of Kane, and now no one can be his opponent.
.”
"...This is not unexpected. Do you know why I put the Sword of Kane back?" Alario said indifferently: "I had already thought that this day would come, but it was just sooner or later, just like Kale and I.
As the dragon tamers part ways, the elves part ways as well."
"Why?" Malekith waited for his father's answer.
"Because the battle situation is too desperate." Alario said lightly: "Even if I draw the sword of Kane, I can kill any demon that appears in my sight, but the chaos is endless, and I am alone.
Humans are incapable of doing anything at the same time, so the elves are doomed, so Caledor proposed the 'Maelstrom Plan'. At that time, I flatly refused, which led to a breakup. When the elves judge me now, I must be short-sighted and stupid, right?"
"Those are all a bunch of ignorant cowards." Malekith said through gritted teeth. The Witch King was filled with resentment at the elves' cowardice.
"There was a reason why I chose that way." Alario nodded: "Because Caledor's plan actually has a very low success rate. We all know now that the Maelstrom is successful, and then we move forward based on success. Naturally,
I'd be a fool to conclude that, but what if it doesn't work out?"
"The elves will be destroyed immediately." Malekith nodded.
"Yes, the situation at that time is that I still have hundreds of thousands of troops and more than 20,000 dragon knights under my command. If the Maelstrom Plan is not implemented, I can at least protect Ulthuan for decades. But if the Maelstrom Plan fails,
The result of draining all the magic power of Ulthuan is that Ulthuan will be completely destroyed within 7 days." Alario said calmly: "All magic weapons and magic circles will be ineffective, and the elves will perish immediately."
Malekith fully understands that although death is too late, how many people are really willing to give it a try rather than wait until the end? In the battle royale game of countless slave arenas in Nagaros, there is obviously only one person in the end.
Even if they can eat chicken, why do those gladiators still fight desperately?
"I didn't agree with this plan at the time because the success rate was too low. I didn't give up on the Maelstrom Plan. I just needed time to think about and make choices. However, the result was that a few days after I rejected the plan, Caledo directly
Betrayed me and started this plan." Alario's face was full of indifference: "I am
Only at the most critical moment did I know that the ceremony had begun. I was forced to leave Morasi and you to take the dragon knights to protect the traitors and people who were unwilling to accept my command. I united all available forces to face the four forces of chaos.
The four most powerful demons under God, what am I doing for this? Am I not doing it for the future of the elves?"
"But they betrayed you!" Malekith shouted.
"Yes, they betrayed us." Alario looked very indifferent: "These people who survived did not save the compatriots affected by Kane, nor did they appreciate our sacrifices. They just repeated suspicion and discrimination for fear that there would be another incident.
A crazy warrior rules them, why don't you become the Phoenix King? It's because the entire elves owe me too much, too much for them to repay, so they simply don't pay it back. The elves' court is always full of bureaucrats and politicians. We have always
There are too many politicians."
"You have to remember, Malekith, we don't owe the elves anything. On the contrary, the elves owe me a lot, a lot." Alario said coldly: "You became the Phoenix King not as a result of everyone's recommendation.
You just got back what was destined to be yours, that's all."
"That's all," Malekith repeated.
Yes, I am the biological son of the Phoenix King, and the Phoenix Throne should have been mine! The high elves owe it to me, and I don’t need anyone’s recognition or pity.
"Can the glory of the Elf Empire be restored? It's up to you, Malekith." Alario nodded lightly, and the first-generation Phoenix King sneered. He looked at his son intently: "If it's my son.
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"Have you ever loved your mother? Father." Malekith understood completely.
"If venting your sexual (harmony) desires and the pursuit of beauty can be considered feelings, maybe I like her a little bit." Alario said casually: "I have only loved one woman in my life."
"Eternal Queen Estalia?" Malekith was stunned for a few seconds.
"Um."
This way, that's fine, I won't have any psychological pressure when dealing with my mother.
"After you become the Phoenix King, remember to marry the Eternal Queen Alarielle. She is a good woman. Treat her well." Alario nodded: "If there is anyone you can feel sorry for, it is Fenuba. Treat him well.
daughter."
"Daughter???" Malekith said with a dull look on his face: "Wait a minute, isn't Alarielle Fenuba's nominal wife and Tyrion's lover?"
"Alarielle is Fenuba's daughter. When the previous false king Bel-Hazer was on the throne, Fenuba had already gotten together with the previous Eternal Queen. Alarielle was the daughter of Fenuba and the previous one.
The child of the Eternal Queen, she was born only after Fenubar succeeded to the throne."
Malekith felt that his mind was particularly confused.
"Remember, Malekith, you are your own master. My blood is flowing in your body. You have always been your own master. You have always made decisions for yourself. Always. When the people abandoned you, you never
Bow to his people, and you never bowed to God when our God was targeting you. In the end, you will not bow to Chaos, right?"
"Yes, father!"
"Then, that's it." Alario smiled at Malekith. The first-generation Phoenix King waved his hand. He turned into a thousand winds and left: "Today is your birthday, Malekith.
Happy birthday."
"Thank you." Malekith cried again. He wiped away the tears hard. He had long forgotten his birthday, but Alario still remembered it.
The first Phoenix King disappeared into the light and shadow.
The phoenix flies away, its feathers fluttering, leaving no trace in the distance.
Listen to the drizzle of the parasol tree, rustle its leaves, and let the wind sway the memory.
Asuryan's temple opened wide, and Malekith came out intact. He was strong, handsome, powerful, and unharmed. Asuryan's power enveloped him, and he was no longer a mortal.
He is the embodiment of Asuryan's will and power.
The overall situation has been decided, but hope still exists.
Three days later, Lothern, Phoenix King Court.
Thousands of people stood in the huge square, preparing to witness the new king's enthronement. In the middle of the Black Guard phalanx and the Phoenix Guard phalanx, Malekith finally took off his armor, wearing the Phoenix King's crown uniform.
Amid thousands of gazes, he walked step by step towards the throne.
Lilith, the high elf moon goddess, appeared, and Orika, the pale queen of the dark elf, also appeared. They stood at the front of the high elf and dark elf hall respectively.
Malekith walked to the center of the hall and knelt on the white carpet.
Teclis, the Supreme Master of the White Tower of Hos, began to read out the edict: "By the oracle of Asuryan, the Lord of the Phoenix, the God of Heaven, this edict reads."
"I have heard that the blessings bestowed by Asu Yan are permanent and must return to the direct descendants. Therefore, the four seasons are orderly and the world is prosperous. Malekith, the son of the first Phoenix King, a literary and military strategy, a phoenix sun and a celestial watch, is deeply loved by Alario.
I bow to honor the gods above and to protect the people below. My possessions are valuable and I am worthy of being a king. I now respect the Lord of the Phoenix, Asuyan, oracle, and ascend the throne as the king. I will be the twelfth Phoenix King!"
"Long live the Phoenix King!" Some confused shouts rang out in the square.
Amidst the string and bamboo wind music, the accordion and recorder, and the accompaniment of harp and trumpet, Phoenix King Malekith walked up the steps step by step. He looked at the Phoenix King's throne in front of him with mixed emotions.
, there is joy, respect, anger and sadness.
He could hardly describe his feelings at this moment in words.
This belongs to me, all of this belongs to me!
Even though I came 4,500 years late, have you seen it? Father! I finally gained everything I lost!
Thinking of Alario, Malekith's nose felt sour.
The moon goddess Lilith was standing next to the throne. Orika was holding a silver plate with the Phoenix King's crown in it. Malekith knelt down again. Lilith had a smile on her face. The goddess took the crown and raised it.
, and then gently put it on Malekith's head: "Now, the era of the new king has arrived!"
"May the gods bless you, Malekith, the true Phoenix King!"
The petals of the Phoenix flower are flying all over the sky.
On this day, Ulthuan ushered in a new era.
Malekith walked down the steps, with Teclis and Imrik following behind him. The Phoenix King searched back and forth along the celebrating team. He recalled Tieclis's guidance: The Phoenix King must move toward eternity.
The Queen salutes and pays respects. These are the rules of Ulthuan, and all Phoenix Kings will abide by them.
He also noticed that many people in the crowd looked at him with fear, doubt and hostility. Obviously, he, the Phoenix King, was not enough to convince the crowd, even though he had gained Asuryan's power and became Asuryan.
the incarnation of.
Soon, Malekith found the Eternal Queen Alarielle - she had just returned to Ulthuan along the roots of the World Tree three days ago, and then rushed here to attend his coronation ceremony.
Alarielle and Malekith looked at each other, the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen met, and Teclis quickly reminded Malekith: "Your Majesty, bow."
"What?" Malekith was stunned.
"She is the Eternal Queen, greater than the Phoenix King, and now you are seeking her support." Teclis was anxious: "Bow down quickly, otherwise all Asul will have problems with you!"
Malekith's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly realized that even if he ascended the throne, he still had a lot to do.
When he saw Alarielle's alluring face and her unique high affinity and ethereal and quiet beauty, Malekith swore that he had never seen a beauty who was so appealing to him.
So beautiful!
Well, there is only one answer!
The new Phoenix King no longer hesitated. He quickly stepped forward and suddenly knelt down on one knee. The Phoenix King reached out and grabbed Alarielle's little hand wrapped in a white lace glove. Malekith shouted: "Alarielle
Your Majesty, please marry me!"
The sound echoed throughout the entire Phoenix King's Court, unable to calm down for a long time.
Teclis was shocked, Imric was shocked, and all the high elf princes and dark elf fear lords were shocked.
Lilith and Orika were shocked.
Alarielle also took a few steps back in shock. The Eternal Queen subconsciously wanted to shake off Malekith's hand, but she couldn't.
"Marry me!" Malekith repeated again, and there were echoes.