Chapter 840, Morning of Avalon

In the calendar year of the empire, in May, the blessed land created by the Old Sages, Ulthuan, Resurrection Island, the palace of the Eternal Queen of the High Elves, the Garden of the Eternal Queen.

Resurrection Island is located in the northern waters of the Maelstrom of the High Elves, near the coast of the Kingdom of Avalon (the domain of the Everqueen). In addition to the ruins of the temple of the mother of the earth on the island, there is also a temple of Isa, the mother of all things, in the depths of the beautiful valley, where the successive eternal queens were crowned. The high elf priestess Isa lives here. The origin of the temple on this island is shrouded in the mist of time. The underground part of the temple is extremely complicated. Many mysterious ceremonies are held underground, and no male elves can watch or participate.

Every female elf in Ulthuan must make a pilgrimage to the island once in her life.

Here, there may be the most beautiful natural landscape in the world. It is like spring all year round. The power of Isha, the goddess of life from the elves, continues to bless this land. Among the towering rock walls and the rushing waterfalls, Flowers are everywhere on the island, the grass is swaying, and the birds are singing here. In the depths of the rock wall and the peaks of the valley, there are clouds all around, thousands of years old trees gather, and the sun rises in the morning. , Thousands of mist are flying every now and then, and the deep forests and gardens are bright or dark, changing magically.

At night, the night is quiet, the moon is bright, the starry sky is vast, the atmosphere is elegant and dignified, the woodland is deep and misty, and the animals, plants, and high elves living here are integrated into the nature. The falling vines tell the ancient history of thousands of years.

The Pearl Tower of the Avalon Garden Palace was full of guests and friends, and the high elves once again drank Dadan and enjoyed bliss. The whole palace was full of obscene (harmonious) atmosphere, and a conference to encourage fertility was held here, which lasted for several days.

Unlike the dark elves, where almost every couple has eight to twelve children or even more, their cousin Asur's population has gradually declined after many years. trade routes, the population decline of Azul will continue, even due to the economic recovery brought about by a large amount of ocean trade, the fertility rate of the high elves is very reluctant to maintain the standard that can maintain the population without decline, a team of high-spirited couples often Only one or two offspring are born, and more than three are very rare.

Just in the early morning of Avalon, pure sunlight passed through the fresh and elegant Palace of the Eternal Queen, the Summer Palace, and an emergency message was introduced into the palace, waking up the sleeping Eternal Queen and her God-Chosen Champion. warrior.

On the big bed, the thin silk quilt could not hide the violent storm before. The Eternal Queen's God's Chosen Champion was a little sleepy at first, but after hearing the news, he knew that he had to get up.

He is the patron saint of Ulthuan, he is the warlord of the high elves, and he is the pride of Asur.

Following the gentle sunlight, the man only wore a long robe, and he came to the spacious bathroom, under the white marble tiles and gold-edged patterns,

Slowly immerse in water.

Two Avalonian maids came in from outside holding sesame oil and towels in their hands, and another Avalonian maid gently held a basket of flower petals, and she floated the petals in the pool gracefully.

In Ulthuan, being a Handmaiden of Avalon is the highest honor for an Azul woman. This sisterhood originated from the mission of the ancient elves to protect the Eternal Queen. The supreme status symbol, each of these maids of Avalon is a stunning beauty. They are usually responsible for serving the eternal queen and going to the high-spirited kingdoms to declare the will of the eternal queen. In wartime, these maids will use Protect their queen with magical storm arrows and enchanted scimitars in their hands.

Every maid of Avalon has at least the strength of the legendary middle class, and there are quite a few of the sanctuary class, and there are as many as a thousand maids of Avalon under the command of the Eternal Queen.

But now, they are serving the warrior in the bathroom to take a bath.

The bath is very big, big enough for a dozen people to swim in it. The warrior enjoys the service of Avalon's maids in the bath with his eyes closed. In the past, these maids would only serve the Eternal Queen and Phoenix King, but he has become accustomed to it. Well, the Eternal Queen made countless exceptions for her God's Chosen champion, and this is just one of the very inconspicuous ones.

The streamlined muscles exuded a faint light, and the two Avalon maids stared at the warrior's toned body with admiration and love. The muscles on the warrior's back were as hard as the silver armor of Iselama, the highest elf of the high elves. It is perfect, but the skin of the chest and abdominal muscles is covered with scars one after another. These are the warrior's military medals, and their level of detail repeatedly tells the countless dangers the warrior has encountered, and the fact that he has always been Facing the enemy head-on, never flinching.

After applying the ointment, the maids used delicate fingers and small sandalwood knives to help the warrior scrape off the essential oil from his body. The dazzling long golden hair and the warrior's unusually handsome sunny face made the maids blush.

He is like the sun, many Avalon maids like to say, bright, dazzling, fiery, he brings hope to all, but if you get too close to him, you are in danger of being hurt.

Now, the long blond hair was carefully braided by the maid of Avalon. The warrior got up from the water and stretched out his hands with a calm face. He wore a high elf white shirt and trousers, and then the mithril inner armor , followed by chain armor, armor skirt and shoulder armor, greaves, until the legendary Alario dragon armor was put on his body, the golden pointed winged prince helmet and the blue Cosque cloak After landing on his shoulders, everything is done.

High Elven War Council Warlord, Guardian of Ulthuan, Descendant of Defender Alario, God-Chosen Champion of Eternal Queen Alariel, Dragon of Cosque, the greatest warrior in the world, Tyrion nodded slowly, He walked out of the bathroom slowly.

In fact, when drinking Dadan before, Tyrion had already felt the call from Teclis, and the other party was eager to say something to him. As twins, Tyrion and Teclis are completely different , the former is a valiant warrior and a great leader, and it is easy to see what Tyrion is thinking from his face, while the latter is a master who is neither moody nor angry, and Teclis can do it all day long. is an expression.

But the two sides still maintain a strange connection. Tyrion always easily senses Teclis' feelings, whether angry, happy, worried, or peaceful. The twins are connected by a mysterious bond. , Tyrion doesn't know if Teclis can also feel this connection, compared to Tyrion who likes to drive his blade with blood and passion, Teclis prefers to weave his spells and foresight to think .

The fire of Asuryan's heaven burns on the Alario dragon armor. This golden dragon armor is most likely the strongest and most powerful armor in the world. It is also the greatest work of art in the history of the high elves. When Ryan put on this dragon armor, he could recall before his eyes the glorious first half of his ancestor Alario's life and the mixed half of his life.

More than once, Tyrion heard doubts about his ancestors in the High Elf court and discussed Alario's last madness, but the last blood of the defenders always believed that if it wasn't for the legendary Alario, the world would have been destroyed .

No one knows how to forge such an epic artifact as the Alario Dragon Armor. The Dragon Armor comes from the anvil of Vaal, the God of Elven Forging. There has never been any armor comparable to this Dragon Armor, even the legendary The Chaos Artifact Moka Armor is also not good, even the Meteorite God-given plate armor of the main dwarf god Grani, it is unique and cannot be copied, whether it is elf magic or dwarf craftsmanship, it pales in comparison. Beneath the sun, the sunlight and the magical fire within it shone alternately.

"Your brother is calling for you, Ulthuan, calling for your help, my champion." Just as Tyrion was thinking in the bright fire of heaven, just behind the guardian of Ulthuan, came the voice. There was a voice like honey, and there was some kind of powerful divine power in this voice.

Wherever she passes, flowers are blooming, and the fragrance is fragrant. The bright light on her body is enough to dispel any darkness. Her words can touch the softness in the deepest heart of every elf. Her history of existence is longer than this dragon armor. In the future, she will continue to guide her people and fight for her.

"Fight for you, my lady." Tyrion immediately turned around and knelt down on one knee in front of the Eternal Queen "Bright Light" Alarielle. As her chosen champion, Tyrion looked at the Eternal Queen's On stage, he couldn't help but breathe harder.

It is difficult to describe Alarielle's beauty in words. The Eternal Queen walks close to her feet, only wearing a thin gauze dress. Every step she takes, flowers bloom in the air, which seems to gather the whole world. All the goodwill and beautiful light of the world surrounds the Eternal Queen, her graceful body, and the fragrance of flowers enters Tyrion's nostrils, making the guardian of Ulthuan relax. "Kane still remains on the dragon armor. curse, or the curse of the ancestors."

"You can overcome it, right? My warrior." Alarielle's words moistened Tyrion's heart like a drizzle. The beauty of the Eternal Queen is comparable to that of the elf goddesses. It is said that only the high-spirited moon goddess Lilith's beauty can be compared with the Eternal Queen. She is the most beautiful woman in Ulthuan, the spokesperson of the elf mother goddess Isha in the mortal world, and the most beloved heir of Ulthuan. Get down on one knee, but he was quick to joke, "I've overcome a lot, including you, my lady."

"This is not the time to say that, my champion." Alariel couldn't help pursing her lips and chuckling softly when she heard Tyrion's words. The fate between the Eternal Queen and her chosen champion has a long history. There was a wordless induction and tacit understanding between them, and Alarielle reached out her hand to signal Tyrian to stand up, and she said softly, "So, are you going to leave?"

Tyrion stood up lightly, and the guardian of Ulthuan and the warlord of the War Council sighed in a low voice, "Tyranlock and Lothern are attacked by some undead pirates, Teclis and the War Council are calling me to go back .”

"I feel it, Ulthuan is crying, those undead pirates are trying to put corruption and curse on the land of Ulthuan." Alarielle nodded slowly, the light around her was very bright, the power of the Eternal Queen It is closely related to Ulthuan. When she sings, Ulthuan flowers bloom and everything is silent. When she is sad, Ulthuan is cloudy and rainy. When she is happy, Ulthuan will welcome beautiful clear sky and sunshine.

But likewise, if Ulthuan is threatened by corruption and invasion, the power of the Everqueen will also weaken accordingly. Her fate has already been connected with Ulthuan. "

"I will never disobey your orders, my lady." Tyrion bowed. "But I think I must go. A worthy Guardian should be ready for battle at all times."

"Yes." Alarielle put her hand on Tyrion's face, and the Everqueen said casually, "To find your brother, Teclis?"

"Him? Yes, that's right." Tyrion was stunned for a moment, and then said in a strange tone, "You can also feel Teclis' emotions?"

"No, I can't feel it, but I can feel yours." Ella Ruili's blue eyes radiated a warm light, "You can't hide it from me, my champion, at any time."

"You can always see everything, my lady." The expression on Tyrion's face has improved a lot. "But I always feel that I am a little too easy to see through in front of you."

"Your emotions are written on your face, my champion." Alarielle smiled, her smile enchanting the guardian of Ulthuan. "Are you leaving now?"

"It's not too late." Tyrion nodded, and he took his sword from the hand of Avalon's maid—Yangyan Sword. As powerful as he was thousands of years ago, Tyrion could feel his transformation from the Everqueen's dwarf to Ulthuan's greatest champion.

The Heart of Avalon is hung on Tyrion's chest, which is a gift from the Eternal Queen, and it also represents the crystallization of love between the two, "I am ready."

"May the fire of heaven in Asuryan bless you forever, my champion." The Eternal Queen nodded. "My daughter and I cannot leave Avalon at will, but we will wait here for news of your victory."

Tyrion nodded, and he walked out of the palace.

No matter how many times he was able to be amazed at the beauty of Avalon, the pure land of the high elves, a dreamlike land under a blue sky, surrounded by towering trees with huge canopies as pure as emeralds, and silver Bell-like laughter falls from the magic-filled branches, the spirits of the forest express their pleasure.

Dryads, dryads, and even tree people walked and sang among the woodlands of Avalon. The guardian closed his eyes. He knew that the birth-encouraging conference was still going on. Thousands of elves and young men and women would continue to revel in Avalon. They didn't know about the outside world, and they wouldn't be interested.

Tyrion was faintly agitated. On the one hand, he knew that the high elves were losing their martial spirit and indulging in pleasure. Despite repeated orders from the Phoenix Court, the number of elves willing to stand up to defend their homeland was indeed decreasing. On the other hand, he was annoyed that he had to leave Avalon for a period of time. Tyrion repeatedly dreamed of the handsome face of Kane, the god of blood hands, and he could always feel those unreasonable and unreasonable things. The anger of the omens, wishing to tear everything apart.

"You are at a loss again, my champion." The Eternal Queen came up from behind, the warm smile on her face and the light fragrance on her body calmed Tyrion "I am always at a loss, my lady, after murder The Lord has never forgotten the blood of the ancestors, I am not Teclis, I do not know Occlumency, he has Lilith, I only have you."

"Then I think my champion needs a little encouragement~" Alariel gently kissed Tyrion's lips, the faint fragrance dissipated Tyrion's anger, and the eternal queen's chosen champion retaliated Kissing back, the two entangled for two or three minutes before they stopped, then Tyrion got on his horse, took a last nostalgic look at Alarielle, his lover, who was standing at the gate of the Summer Palace, and then left.

Tyrion's personal coat of arms is engraved on the crimson satin banner, which is a golden phoenix reborn in a fiery red flame, but with a dove of peace symbolizing the red heart of Alarielle and holding an olive branch on it .

From now on, the lover of the Eternal Queen disappeared temporarily.

The guardians of Ulthuan will immediately go to Lothern, ready to perform their duties.

Azul is not afraid of war, and they will unite under the leadership of Tyrion to fight to protect their homeland!

"For the Phoenix King, for the Eternal Queen!"

"For, Ulthuan!"

Gao Jing finally started to make her debut~

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