The Sun King's Evidence

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The dragon princes of Caledor have always been extremely proud and aloof.

But this is not surprising. When the Elf Empire was still there, the most capable army in Ulthuan was the dragon princes of Caledor. Even after Alario successfully entered the Holy Fire of Asuryan After being reborn from the ashes and crowned as the Phoenix King, his relationship with Caledor, the dragon tamer, was also that of a partner and close friend, rather than a master and a servant. This greatly convinced the dragon princes of Caledor to recognize him. Clear their place in Ulthuan.

After Alario, the dragon princes of Caledor considered themselves and the Phoenix Court to be allies and partners, not superiors and subordinates, let alone lords and subjects.

This is very similar to the covenant reached between the Emperor and the Mechanicus. Those robots have always only recognized the Emperor as a person, and they never feel that they are part of the Human Empire, but that they and the Human Empire are equal partners. alliance relationship.

As for why they did not break away from the Human Empire and acquiesced to some instructions of the Supreme Lords Council, it was purely because the Human Empire was the largest supplier of raw materials and the largest customer of the machine guys, and the machine guys were unwilling to fall out over trivial matters.

In the same way, the Kingdom of Caledor felt the same way. This idea came about when the Phoenix King Caledor I, who was born in the Kingdom of Caledor, expelled the traitor Malekith and the Butcher King Tesiris, completely defeating the dark elf forces and expelling them from Osu. An later reached its peak. After that, no matter who led the army or what the Phoenix King ordered, the Dragon Princes would only raise the Fire Dragon Emblem Flag of the Kingdom of Caledor once they went to war.

To put it simply, Caledor despises everyone (except dragons), and even high elves are the object of their contempt.

Now, the volcanoes of Caledor have gradually extinguished. Now, the number of dragon princes is getting scarcer. Now, the once noble bloodline has never produced a Phoenix King since Tessiris. Now, these Caledonians are even more proud of their use. They look at this desperate world with cold eyes. They don’t like to obey military orders, hate communicating with others, and only like to participate in the most desperate wars and the most dangerous actions. Many people think that the once glorious dragon princes have now become They turned into a bunch of arrogant and middle-of-the-road idiots.

But Fenuba didn't think so. The Phoenix King firmly believed that everything he had seen was not fake.

In the original Battle of Fenur Plains, Fenubar, who had just ascended the throne, was forced to face the siege of Lothern by the Chaos Demons and Dark Elves (Malekis and the Great Demon of Slaanesh Keeper En-Kali traded , agreed to jointly siege Ulthuan). In a battle, Fenubar saw with his own eyes a dragon prince who risked his own life to save the life of a militiaman and blocked the crossbow bolts of the dark elves with his own body.

At that moment, Fenuba saw the light in the dragon prince's eyes, which was the backbone that allowed the elves to stand proudly in the world despite their persistence for thousands of years.

Although those lights quickly dissipated, and the Dragon Prince immediately became more cold and arrogant after confirming that the militiamen were fine, and verbally scolded the other party for their poor martial arts skills and for leaving the phalanx without authorization, Fenuba firmly believed that he was not wrong.

So, Imric, do you still have the pride that comes from Caledor?

Imrik, as the last Prince of Caledor, do you still have the responsibilities that come from Caledor?

Fenubar looked at Imric, waiting for his answer.

Sure enough, Imrik's face showed an expression of extreme hesitation, and Prince Caledor hesitated.

If he doesn't agree to Fenuba, he will be denying the foundation of Caledor's founding and the endless sacrifices he has made from his ancestors to the present. More importantly, he will deny his own beliefs and everything he has always insisted on!

But if he agrees, it will be tantamount to denying the glorious tradition of the Kingdom of Caledor (if you want to use the dragons of Caledor, you must have the Dragon Prince as its commander), denying him that Imric will never agree to succumb to Tyrion. This belief negates Imric's long-standing code of conduct.

Dilemma.

Finally, Imric spoke: "Your Majesty, if I go to aid Tyrion and Aislin, can it be considered that you have authorized me to command the entire Asur star dragon fleet?"

"For this time, yes." Fenubar motioned to Cohir to take the Phoenix flag and handed it to Imric: "With this flag, even Tyrion is under your control, but only This time only, I'm sorry, but I can't give you more."

This was less than expected. Imric still hesitated. Prince Caledor knew that this was the maximum authority Fenubar could give him, and he would be held accountable by the Tai brothers afterwards.

When Fenubar saw Imric being silent, a chill flashed through the Phoenix King's heart. Fenubar had been a navigator anyway, and he knew something about naval warfare. How could he not see the high spirit now? Although the fleet defeated the undead fleet, the situation will completely deteriorate once the dark elf fleet rushes up? What's more, there are no dragons in the Star Dragon Fleet! The ironclads also have no shells.

This battle cannot be lost, otherwise Lothern will open the door wide. Finuba thought of this and continued: "Sir Imrik, the overall outcome now depends on you and the dragon princes. I, Fenuba, Nuba is not a Phoenix King known for his bravery, but I know the weight of the crown, and I know the responsibility that the throne means, can you understand me?"

Imrik was moved.

Prince Caledor could suddenly feel that Fenubar, the Phoenix King, was not worthless.

He recalled the encounter between the first Phoenix King Alario and Caledor the Dragon Tamer in the ancestral myth.

"Are you the Phoenix King?"

"And you're a dragon tamer?"

"It seems that Asuryan has brought us a savior, and I will be loyal to you."

"I am glad to."

Finally, Imric's heart was occupied by his sense of responsibility and responsibility. Prince Caledor gritted his teeth and nodded: "I understand, Your Majesty. When Caledor, the Dragon Tamer, was establishing the Maelstrom more than seven thousand years ago, At the most desperate moment, we sought Alario's support. The Phoenix King, who had been cursed by Kane, finally led his army. The bloody battle reached the last moment. We Caledor swear to remember this kindness forever. And today, it is our turn. It’s time for Caledor to repay his debt to the Phoenix King’s lineage.”

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, the Kingdom of Caledor is the last shield of Ulthuan. The dragon princes will fight to the last moment until the heavens are no longer open to us. The dragon's breath will spread across the mountains and seas. This is what belongs to me, Imric." era!" Prince Caledor shouted, he rode on the ancient shining star dragon Minatnir and disappeared on the dragon's spine.

Three minutes later, Imric entered the dragon volcano in Caledor. As soon as he got off the body of the ancient shining star dragon Minat Nir, he saw someone standing in front of the long bridge of the Var Iron Station, waiting. Got him.

No, not a human being, but a god, the true God walking in the mortal world!

She was wearing an innocent white Assur palace satin dress with night moon cable ties. The long sleeves hung straight to the ground. She was tied with dozens of chains composed of gold, silver and gems. The moon-white dress was as long as her ankles. Her long hair was gently coiled up by the moon laurel wreath and the silver moon halo behind her. She had a devil-like figure under her face like the most innocent girl. Angel-like white wings stretched out from her back. With the crystal brilliance of the moon, shrouded in a light mist, a pair of beautiful and delicate jade feet under the long skirt are stepping on a pair of nude stiletto heels, and the pink skin is wrapped in moonlight gray ultra-thin unicorn velvet stockings. The tender insteps and small ankles were exposed outside the skirt. She stopped in front of Imrik. Seeing the figure of the Dragon Prince, the goddess smiled: "You have chosen the right path, Prince Caledor."

"Lady of the Moon?!" Imrik lost his voice at this, and even the ancient shining star dragon Minat'nir couldn't help but stare at the goddess in front of him in amazement. Minat'nir knew Asuryan's God prohibition, since ancient times, the Phoenix Lord has never allowed any gods to come to the mortal world.

How did she do it?

"It's me, dear Imric, it's me." Lilith, the moon goddess, said softly, holding something in her hand: "You made the right choice."

No high elf would hate Lilith, the goddess of the moon. She has always been the most popular god among the gods in Assur Paradise. She represents hope and salvation. Imric hesitated and knelt down on one knee before the goddess. In front of him: "I am honored to be received by you."

"I brought a gift for you." Lilith slowly walked up to Imric, holding the legendary artifact in her hands, the Silver Dragon Horn of Ysrama, the Fire Dragon from Caledor. Heraldry and elven runes gleamed upon it: "Take this, and in my name bring destruction to your enemies."

"Dragon Horn?!" Imric rarely lost his composure. Prince Caledor quickly stretched out his hands to take the Ysrama Silver Dragon Horn. He held tightly this artifact of the kingdom that had been lost for many years, and even I couldn't help but put my face against the dragon's horn: "Ms. Moon, thank you!"

"You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank me, just thank Ryan." A gentle and proud smile appeared on Lilith's face. She gently stretched out her hand to open the small fan, and the goddess whispered: "It was him in Bafeng Mountain. During the Great Crusade, he took the initiative to ask the dwarves to give him the Dragon Horn. For this, he gave up a lot and owed a huge favor. All this was just to return this long-lost artifact to Assur and Caledor. embrace."

"Then... why didn't you send it over then?" Imrik raised his head, and the Dragon Prince was able to see the goddess's unparalleled beauty at close range. Lilith's beauty made Imrik, who was quite indifferent to this aspect, even He couldn't help but blush and his heart beat faster. He couldn't help but ask one more question: "Also, why did I leave it in your hands?"

"If he takes it out directly, are you sure you won't duel with him?" Lilith covered her mouth and snickered. She was about to reach out and touch Imric's face to express her approval and affirmation, but the goddess immediately realized that she was very He was about to get married, so he silently withdrew his hand: "Go, Imrik, I will watch you from heaven."

"Yes, yes, Ysrama's dragon horn will sound once again at the Dragon's Spine!" Imric watched Lilith disappear slowly, and he gently raised the dragon horn that he regarded as a treasure. .

"Imrik, full of power, blow it." The ancient star dragon Minat Nir looked lovingly at the dragon prince whom it regarded as his descendant. The body of the star dragon was like a mountain with huge wings. Opened up, almost covering the sky.

Prince Caledor put the dragon horn into his mouth. For some reason, there was a strange fishy smell inside the dragon horn, and there seemed to be a few drops of fishy, ​​alcoholic liquid that slipped into Imrik. in his mouth, but Prince Caledor didn't care so much, he blew the dragon horn with all his strength.

"Duwu~duwu~~~~wuwuwuwu~~~~du~wu~~~"

The dragon's roar resounded through the Dragon's Spine Mountains, and the ancient shining star dragon Minat Nir also felt the call from the deepest part of his bloodline. Then, it opened its big mouth and released a roar.

Five seconds later, the first roar came from the volcano, then the second, the third, and the fourth!

Until the mountains were filled with the echo of the dragon's roar, like thunder.

The dragon horn sounded again, spreading throughout the mountains.

The Dragon Princes have assembled! They held spears in their hands and fastened their armor, and the runes on their equipment shone brightly. The elven attendants placed the saddles and harness on the dragon's neck. The breath of the giant beast, the smell of sulfur and leather made the air in the mountains change. It smelled bad, but it made all the people of Caledor cheer.

Caledor will be great again!

Ascending on the dragon's back, tightening the reins, Minatnir and hundreds of dragons suddenly flew high into the sky, their huge wings piercing the sky.

"Forward! For Caledor, for Ulthuan!"

…………I am the dividing line between Caledor’s greatness again…………

When groups of Caledor dragon knights appeared on the entire battlefield, the high-elite fleet was still resisting. They may have suffered heavy losses, but they were not completely defeated. Sea Lord Aislin's rich combat experience and keen sense of His strategic vision allowed him to seize the momentary gap between the undead fleet's loss of combat capability and the attack of the dark elves. The high-elite fleet suddenly filled up its sails and turned collectively with the help of the wind direction, throwing away the entanglement of the undead fleet. , and opened up space with the Dark Elf Fleet.

The dark elf fleet was still advancing, and the roar of the giant dragon could be heard in the distance. Lockhea-Corrupted Heart, who was rushing forward and planning to give the high elf fleet the final blow, heard the roar of the giant dragon, and his face changed drastically. He was in disbelief. He raised his head and said: "Impossible, impossible!"

But the fact is that it happened. The dragon's figure covered the entire sky, and the dragon knights swooped down. They blocked the sun and impacted everyone's senses.

Prince Imric of Caledor was the first to rush into the battlefield riding the ancient star dragon Minatnir. The Dragon Prince impatiently led the dragon knights to jump into the battlefield. The dragons passed by the densely packed undead. The dark elves combined their fleets and breathed out dragon breath to outline a huge surging net in the void.

Dense firelight lit up in the dark elf fleet, and the terrifying dragon's breath swallowed up Lord Kraken's fleet. They could not avoid the flames falling from the sky. Thousands of them died, as if they had crawled into the boiling oil. Ant colony.

Lines of dragon breath were like hot knives cutting through butter, tearing apart the enemy's warships collectively. When Lockhea tried to command the fleet to save the situation, a second wave of attacks followed, and the dragons swooped down. Wings flapped, dragon chariots impacted, smoking and torn corpses fell into the sea in pieces. Battleships exploded, were cut off at the waist, or sank due to leaks under the power of the dragon.

This was the moment Sea Lord Aislin had been waiting for. Under his command, it took only twenty minutes for the High-Elite Star Dragon Fleet to immediately stop retreating and complete the reorganization at an astonishing speed. The battleships were at high altitude with each other. The tacit understanding adjusted the distance between each other and gathered into a ready attack formation, preparing to launch a fatal counterattack against their cousins ​​and the despicable undead.

Attacked by Dragon Breath and Dragon Knights, they were defeated and defeated. The defeated undead warships and dark elf warships were unable to resist the high elf's reorganization offensive and swift counterattack. One after another, they were sunk or sunk in the explosion. It's anchored.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! By the way, Kane, where did your cousins ​​get so many dragons?" Lockhea yelled bitterly. This time it failed, and she doesn't know when she will come to Ulthuan next time. !

He was about to tell Count Noctilus to retreat, but when he looked back, he saw that the entire three-kilometer-long flagship "Bloody Reaver" had violently exploded under the dragon's breath and the high-elf's spell attack. and disintegrated, Count Noctilus had to summon his own behemoth troops to fight stubbornly while ordering a retreat. The sound of explosions and flames made Count Noctils unable to advance, and it signaled Lockhea to immediately retreat!

"Retreat! Retreat!" Lord Kraken yelled unwillingly as he looked at the scene in front of him. He finally ordered: "All troops, retreat!"

Finally, an hour after Imric led the dragon knight army to attack, except for a dozen warships of the originally huge dark elf undead combined fleet, which escaped from the Dragon Fjord and retreated, all other battleships had been turned into wreckage. Sinking into the deep sea.

In the great battle of Dragon Fjord, the combined fleet of high-elves and humans finally won a great victory.

The dragon's roar resounded through the sky. Imric rode the ancient star dragon Minatnir and landed on the Matheran. Just as he was looking forward to receiving the cheers and praises of the victor, War Lord Terry Ang Que strode forward, grabbed Imrik's collar, and pulled him towards him.

"Imrik! Why didn't you come to the rescue in time?! Do you know how many soldiers we lost because of you?!"

"Tyrion, you stupid pig, shut your mouth. If it weren't for your failed tactics and my support, Assur would have lost so much today? Now, offer yourself to me and Caledor immediately. Thanks, right away!"

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