Chapter 1263, Phoenix Yu Fei

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The pace of time slowly walks 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, before the holy flame of Asuryan, there is his shadow when he was 1,700 years old. The gradually approaching life silently took away his glory as the prince of the Kingsmoot. The moment he stepped into the holy flame, he lost all his glory and status, and became a witch king that people hate and hate.

Malekith opened his mouth, and he remembered an old song. How long has it been since he sang? About 5000 years ago?

Stepping heavily on the gorgeous steps, 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 his father, Alario, walked in the Naggaroth Kingdom's military camp while holding him in his arms when he was a child.

keep going.

He recalled his failure to become the Phoenix King, his travels as a ranger to the Old World, and in what is now Britannia, he met his wife Alisara (yes, Malekith's The first wife had the same name as the little queen Alisara), a chief high priestess of the moon goddess Lilith, how sweet the newlyweds were.

Unfortunately, after a period of marriage, Alisara discovered that Malekith was studying dark magic—the high priest of the goddess of the moon chose to leave silently, and the couple separated since then.

He recalled that he continued on to the east, and Malekith's heart ached, and he would never forget that the first Dwarf High King had clutched his hand before he died, and made him 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 Alisara asked to come back to him after a lapse of more than 2,000 years and accepted, how happy he was at the time.

However, the news was heard by the witch queen Morasi. The witch queen charmed a high-spirited prince and asked him to lead the army to kill Alisara and her guards. How did he get angry and kill his mother? He was imprisoned and tortured crazily. Since then, he lost the last trace of warmth in his soul. He lost his family and love at the same time. The only thing left was the desire for revenge. He let Morasi go only because of his mother. Able to avenge him.

Keep going, the holy flame is right in front of you.

Here comes the funniest thing,

Now, everyone is telling him that you are the orthodox Phoenix King?

Then everything I did before, all the consequences I caused before, and the countless sacrifices I made before, what are they worth?

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, that's the end of it? So thought Malekith, I have failed again, Father.

Father?

Everything around disappeared, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness.

A new scene appeared, the beautiful elf manor, the full rice field taller than a person, and a handsome and unparalleled figure that often appeared in dreams stood in the field and stretched out his hand towards Malekith.

Tyrion! ? When he saw the opponent's face clearly, Maleki suddenly shuddered, and the Witch King quickly backed away.

Oops! Malekith wiped his waist, but found nothing,

Where is my sword? ? ?

Looking at Malekith's flustered appearance, the handsome and unparalleled figure couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, sarcastically: "What's the matter, Malekis? You don't even recognize your father?"

"Father?" Malekith couldn't believe it, and the Witch King hurried forward a few steps, his voice trembling.

"Ah, I saw how my grown-up son became such a useless person. You really embarrass me." The first Phoenix King, the hero who saved the world, the legend who defended the glory of the elves, the founder of the Phoenix Dynasty, explorer The barista Enario said coldly: "Fortunately, I gave you the name Malekith."

When the years turned around quietly with tears in their eyes, the tall, handsome, and invincible Alario was there. Looking at it with affectionate eyes, everything seemed to return to the far point, the new kingdom of Nagareth, the teenage Maleki His father taught him swordsmanship, and his mother taught him magic. As time passed, the young Malekith packed his bags and went to the Anuli Mountains to hunt.

As if just yesterday.

Tears had blurred Malekith's eyes, and the proud Witch King knelt down on his knees. He laughed loudly and said with a sob, "Father? Son? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

How many years has he not cried? 3000 years? 4000 years? 5000 years?

Tears flowed down Malekith's face, the Witch King gritted his teeth, and while sucking his nose vigorously, he said to Alario, "Father, can you come here for a while?"

"Huh?" Alario approached gently.

Malekith punched the original Phoenix King directly in the face. He howled and said, "You really married a good wife! Father, do you know what that bastard Morazi brought me?" How much trouble did you have? Do you know how much pressure I have been under 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 Kane's blood! Everyone is afraid I, hate me!"

Alario's face changed slightly, the first Phoenix King pushed Malekith away, and he said coldly: "Okay! He is very energetic, he is like my son with this kind of strength."

"You still look like this, father." Malekith sarcastically burst into tears.

"You have this annoying look too, son." Alario also said coldly.

Both father and son laughed at the same time.

"How old are you, Malekith." Alario's face was still grim.

"6982 years old, father." Malekith wiped his tears with his hand, and the Witch King struggled to recall, before saying, "But I didn't count my time in Chaos Wasteland and Chaos Domain."

"That's long enough." Alario said bluntly, "My lifespan is not yet a fraction of yours."

"Then should I be happy or sad?" Although he was still crying, Malekith sneered and said, "Be happy, your descendant Tyrion has drawn the sword of Kane, and now no one is his opponent .”

"...It's not unexpected, do you know why I put the Kane sword back?" Alario said indifferently: "I have always thought that this day will come, but sooner or later, just like me and Kale Multi-Dragon tamers parted ways, and elves parted ways too."

"Why?" Malekith waited for his father's answer.

"Because the battle situation is too hopeless." 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 alone People have no skills, so the demise of the elves is doomed, so Caledo proposed the 'Great Maelstrom Project'. At that time, I categorically refused, which led to a breakup. Now the elves must be short-sighted and stupid when they evaluate me."

"That's a group of ignorant cowards." Malekith gritted his teeth and said, the Witch King was very angry at the cowardice of the elves.

"There was a reason for my choice at the beginning." Elario nodded: "Because Caledor's plan actually has a very low success rate, we now all know that the Maelstrom was successful, and then we will move forward based on the premise of success. I'm an idiot for concluding, but what if it doesn't work out?"

"The elves will be destroyed immediately." Malekith nodded.

"That's right, the situation at that time was that I still had hundreds of thousands of troops and more than 20,000 dragon knights under my command. If I didn't implement the Maelstrom Plan, I could 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 fallen within 7 days." Alario said lightly: "All magic weapons and magic circles will be invalid, and the elves will perish immediately."

Malekith fully understands that although there are limited people who die late, how many people are really willing to give it a go instead of fighting until the end? In the battle royale game of countless slave arenas in Naggaros, it is clear that only one person can eat chicken in the end. Why are the gladiators still fighting desperately?

"I didn't approve of this plan at the time because the success rate was too low, and I didn't give up on the maelstrom plan. I just needed time to consider and make choices. However, the result was that a few days after I rejected the plan, Caledon directly Betrayed me and started this plan." Alario's face was full of indifference: "I didn't know that the ceremony had begun at the most critical moment, and I was forced to leave Morasi and you and take the dragon knights to protect those who didn't The traitors and people who are willing to accept my command, I unite all the forces I can use to face the strongest four-headed demon under the command of the four gods of chaos, what am I for? Am I not for the tomorrow of the elves?"

"But they betrayed you!" Malekith yelled.

"That's right, they betrayed us." Alario looked very indifferent: "The surviving people 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 more A crazy warrior rules them, why don't you make the Phoenix King, it's because the whole elves owe me too much, too much for them to repay, so they simply don't pay back, the court of the elves 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 didn't become the Phoenix King because of everyone's recommendation, You just took back what was meant to be yours, that's all."

"That's all," Malekith repeated.

Yes, I am the son of the Phoenix King, and the Phoenix throne should be mine! The high elves owe it to me, and I don't need anyone's approval or pity.

"The splendor of the Elf Empire can be reappeared, it's up to you, Malekith." Alario nodded slightly, the first Phoenix King sneered, and he looked at his son intently: "If it's my son ..."

"Did you ever love your mother? Father." Malekith fully understood.

"If venting the desire for flesh (harmony) and the pursuit of beauty count as feelings, maybe I like it 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."

That's it, that's okay, I don't have any psychological pressure to deal with my mother.

"After becoming the Phoenix King, remember to marry the Eternal Queen Alariel, she is a good woman, treat her well." Alario nodded: "If you have someone who is sorry, it is Finuba, treat him well daughter."

"Daughter???" Malekith's face was dull: "Wait, isn't Alarielle the wife of Finnubar and Tyrion's lover in name?"

"Alariel is the daughter of Finnuba. When the previous false king Bel Hazel was in power, Finnubar had already got together with the previous eternal queen. Alariel is the daughter of Finnubar and the previous Child of the Everqueen, born after Finubar's reign."

Malekith felt particularly confused.

"Remember, Malekith, you are your own master, you have my blood in you, you have always been your own master, you have always made your own decisions, always have been. When the people deserted you, you did not Bow to his people, you didn't bow to God when our gods were against you, and in the end, you wouldn't bow to Chaos, would you?"

"Yes, father!"

"Then, that's it." Alario smiled at Malekith, the first Phoenix King shook his hand, he turned into a thousand winds, and left: "Today is your birthday, Malekith, Happy birthday."

"Thank you." Malekith cried again, and he wiped away his tears vigorously. He no longer remembered his birthday, but Alario did.

The original Phoenix King dissipated into light and shadow.

The phoenix is ​​flying, and its feathers are flying away, leaving no trace.

Listen to the drizzle of the sycamore trees, the rustling leaves, and shake the memory with the wind.

Eternal Alario, eternal defender, eternal hero legend.

The Asuryan Temple opened wide, and the intact Malekith came out. He was strong, handsome, and powerful, and he was not injured in any way. The power of Asuryan shrouded 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 there is still hope.

Three days later, Lothern, Phoenix Royal Court.

Thousands of people stood in the huge square, ready to witness the enthronement of the new king. In the middle of the Black Guard phalanx and Phoenix Guard phalanx, they finally took off their armor. Among thousands of gazes, he walked towards the throne step by step.

Lilith, the moon goddess of the high elves, appeared, and Orika, the pale queen of the dark elves, stood at the front of the high elves and dark elves respectively in the hall.

Malekith walked to the center of the hall and knelt on the white carpet.

The supreme mage Teclis of the White Tower of Heth began to read the decree: "From the oracle of Asuryan, the god of heaven, the phoenix master, the decree says."

"I heard that Asuyan's blessings are permanent, and they must belong to the sire, so the four seasons are orderly, the mortal world is peaceful, the first generation of the Phoenix King's son, Malekith, Wentao and Wulue, Fengri Tianbiao, deeply like Alario Bowing, to respect the gods above, to protect the people below, to be worthy of being a king due to their valuable assets, and now honor the Lord of the Phoenix, Asuryan Oracle, as the king, Zhaoji Wangzhou, the twelfth Phoenix King!"

"Long live the Phoenix King!" There were chaotic shouts in the square.

Amidst the wind music, the accordion and clarinet, and the accompaniment of the harp and the trumpet, the Phoenix King Malekith walked up the steps step by step. He looked at the Phoenix King throne in front of him with mixed feelings , There is joy, there is respect, there is anger, and there is sadness.

He could hardly describe his feelings at this moment in words.

This belongs to me, all this belongs to me!

Even though it came 4500 years later, did you see it? Father! I finally got everything I lost!

Thinking of Alario, Malekith felt a sore nose.

Lilith, the goddess of the moon, was standing next to the throne. Olika was holding a silver plate containing the crown of the Phoenix King. Malekith knelt down again. Lilith had a smile on her face. The goddess took the crown and held it up. , and then gently put it on Malekith's head: "Now, the era of the new king has come!"

"May the gods bless you, Malekith, the true Phoenix King!"

The petals of the phoenix flower are floating all over the sky.

On this day, Ulthuan ushered in a new era.

Malekith walked down the steps, Teclis and Imrik followed behind him, the Phoenix King searched back and forth along the celebratory procession, he recalled Teclis' guidance: The Phoenix King must go to eternity The queen saluted and paid her respects, this is the rule of Ulthuan, and all generations of Phoenix Kings have followed it.

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 obtained the power of Asuryan and became Asuryan avatar.

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 to attend his enthronement ceremony non-stop.

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 froze.

"She is the Eternal Queen, greater than the Phoenix King, and now you are seeking her support." Teclis said anxiously: "Quickly bow, or all Azul will have a problem with you!"

Malekith's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly realized that even though he was enthroned, he still had a lot to do.

After seeing Alarielle's alluring face and her unique super-high affinity and ethereal and quiet beauty, Malekith swore that he had never seen such a beautiful woman who was so to his liking.

so beautiful!

Well, there is only one answer!

The new Phoenix King no longer hesitated, he stepped forward quickly, and suddenly knelt down on one knee, the Phoenix King reached out and grabbed Alarielle's small hand wrapped in white lace gloves, and Malekith shouted loudly: "Alariri Your Majesty, please marry me!"

The voice reverberated throughout the entire Phoenix Royal Court and could not be subdued for a long time.

Teclis was shocked, Imrik was shocked, all the high elf princes and dark elf dreadlords were shocked.

Both Lilith and Orika were shocked.

Alarielle also took a few steps back in shock, and the Eternal Queen subconsciously wanted to shake off Malekith's hand, but she couldn't.

"Marry me!" Malekith repeated.

The entire Phoenix Royal Court was silent.