Snorri reiterated his position to the Elven Wizards: High elves were prohibited from entering the South World's Edge Mountains without an invitation, whether from the sky, the earth, or the earth. Of course, he still promised not to take the initiative to go south and invade the Dawn Fortress.
Literally meaning "defeated phoenix" and its owner squatted on the ground, unable to breathe, nodding like chickens pecking at rice. The mage knew in his heart that the old dwarf with the white beard who mopped the floor was the result of his narrow escape.
The prerequisite for Phoenix to be reborn is that the atmosphere is full of magic. If the wind of magic weakens, they will die like all living creatures. And the old man is obviously capable of draining the magical wind in the area. The dwarves had already mastered this method of fighting the Phoenix during the Battle of Longbeard.
Seeing the flaming phoenix's elegance when it no longer came back, staggeringly carrying the mage and prisoners of war into the sky and flying away, Snorri let go of the hand holding the rune collar. His first requirement for the giant beast was that it should be able to fly. The phoenix fulfilled this requirement and could also perform magical attacks. He once had the desire to capture it.
However, Snorri later calmed down, not because of the subsequent impact of the capture, but because he knew that the Blazing Phoenix was only the lowest among all types of phoenixes.
There are also divinely chosen phoenixes like Frostheart Phoenix, Arcane Phoenix and Omen of Asuryan. There is no need to leave the opportunity to such a younger brother when there is only one chance.
Of course, the dwarves will not believe that this is the end of the matter. They have a steady stream of reinforcements from the nations of the old world. Don't the high elves have the ten kingdoms around Ulthuan? Snorri passed down the order of martial law and asked his men to prepare.
The Archmage didn't waste much time when he returned to Dawn Fortress, and directly communicated with Ulthuan through communication magic. After receiving the report, the Phoenix King's courtyard at Lothern's sea gate became lively.
This is a gorgeous place, with white marble, golden ornaments and matching greenery. Elves are originally a race that loves art, and Lothern is the most important trading port and is extremely wealthy.
The Phoenix Court is the political center of the high elves. Talents from the ten kingdoms will express their loyalty to Fenuba here, and will also display their own tactics. The long life and frequent intermarriage resulted in almost all decent elves having a weak claim to a certain kingdom, but it would undoubtedly require a lot of means to realize it.
Unlike the dwarves who like to sit down for meetings, the high elves often stand except for the superiors. Sitting on the throne in the middle was an elegant man, with no trace of time left on his face.
This is Finuba the Navigator, an outstanding diplomat and navigator. Before becoming the Phoenix King, he traveled throughout the Old World, even deep into the forests of Athel Loren and the mountain fortresses of the dwarves.
The former Phoenix King Bel-Khador discovered that humans in the old world were rising rapidly. Prince Savri, known as the wise man, realized that the elves would face a new era and they needed an enlightened king. Therefore, on his deathbed, He strongly supported Fenuba.
Fenubar still maintained his love for sailing, but the internal and external troubles around the Ulthuan Islands made this elf who was not very capable of fighting exhausted. But fortunately, he has two helpers who are capable enough to fight.
"This is a provocation! My Majesty! Those bastards who drink too much, don't take showers, and are full of pungent stench, and who only know how to dig tunnels and play with their beards, dare to attack, detain, and torture the people of the Phoenix God! I guess they have forgotten Asul The taste of spears and arrows!”
In front of his throne, a man was speaking loudly. He had a rare trait among elves - prowess. His shoulders are very broad, and his waist is narrowed by the armor on his body, which creates a standard inverted triangle. Wearing a golden battle helmet inlaid with rubies, the phoenix wings on both sides spread out in a mighty manner.
This is Prince Tyrion, the most famous warrior in the Ten Kingdoms of Ulthuan. He is a descendant of Aenarion, the first generation Phoenix King, and he is quite ancestral. When Tyrion first debuted, he saved the Everqueen from being attacked by the Dark Elves, and then fought against Na'kari, the Great Keeper of Slaanesh.
"I support Prince Tyrion's decision!"
Before Tyrion finished speaking, a female elf in military uniform beside him immediately spoke in support. She is Princess Adira of the Tyranlok Kingdom. After her father died in battle, she came to the Phoenix Court to seek to inherit her father's position.
There is no doubt that her initial reception was not friendly. Although the Kingdom of Tyranrok suffered heavy losses in the great schism caused by Malekith, there were still enough elves qualified and willing to become Princes of Tyranloch from the gate of the royal court. Go to the sea gate of Lothern.
The young princess was no match for the political veterans, so she had to escape with anger and humiliation in her eyes. After Prince Tyrion learned the news, he found and helped her out of his friendship with her late father, and appointed her as his aide-de-camp.
The princess's passionate support was only sparsely echoed, as the high elves never liked war very much. Isn't it better to appreciate art, learn poetry, and sing and dance? Why take the initiative to go to a place that is too far away even in Phoenix?
Most of the elven nobles did not express their stance. Those who were able to enter the Phoenix King's Court to participate in the War Council were all veterans of the political arena. How to hide their attitudes and not join the team too early was a must-learn skill for the Immortals.
Sitting on the throne, Fenuba held his forehead with his left hand and remained silent. He had succeeded to the throne for more than two hundred and sixty years. He often wondered whether the elven gods had any objections to his rule, as Leothuan had suffered more invasions over the years than his predecessors combined.
War is not an easy task. There are long preparations before the war, and there are pensions and recovery after the war. Fenuba is exhausted physically and mentally from all this. Now he sometimes doesn't even participate in war meetings.
As soon as the councilors present saw the situation, they knew that His Majesty the Phoenix King had no hope this time. They turned their attention to a man standing on the other side. On the contrary to Prince Tyrion, the first impression he gave people was that he was weak, weak by elven standards.
This elf is holding a long staff, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that he has shifted his body's center of gravity to the staff. He also coughed lightly from time to time, and it seemed that his lungs were not in good condition.
Despite this, no noble dared to underestimate him. This is Prince Teclis, the chief mage of the White Tower of Hoth, the chosen one of the Maiden God Lilith, the younger brother of Tyrion, and the same descendant of Aenarion.
"Brother, in my opinion, it's better to recuperate now. Asul has other things to do." He took a breath and said fullly.
"Why?" Tyrion turned sideways and stared at his brother. In his memory, this was a rare direct statement from Tigris against him.
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