Chapter 231: The Former King

It seems to see more and farther than mortals.

The slightly furrowed brows reveal the worry in Aenarion's eyes; the coldness and gloom have been preserved by the stone statue for nearly seven thousand years.

This makes it look less like a statue of a hero and more like a lost person who bears heavy pressure and loss alone.

Lynch knew his troubles, but couldn't fully empathize with them.

In the final battle of the Cataclysm, the Guardians must face the horde of higher demons heading for Ulthuan, while also fighting the demons within their own hearts.

Elves are always proud, and he must have placed the fate of Ulthuan on his own shoulders, sinking in vain over the edge of the precipice.

Individual heroes deserve praise, but victory always comes from collective efforts, and even the smallest soldier has a purpose in existence.

Lynch withdrew his gaze, allowing Aenarion's gaze to fall into the distance, to a place higher than mortals.

There are many giant statues around the harbor.

They are of the same size as the Phoenix King Aenarion, and share the glory and dignity of the Guardian.

They are the descendants who inherited the Phoenix throne, and are arranged in order from "Explorer" Bell Shanar.

"Conqueror" Caledor I, "Warrior" Caledor II, "Peacemaker" Karadel, "Slayer" Thesris, "King of Wise Men" Bel. Hades, "Poet" Edis, "Reckless" Moviel, "Sage" Bel. Haze They each symbolize an era of the high elves, where wars and peace are intertwined, and miracles and dullness together draw the brilliant civilization of Asur.

Wonders were built by the kings and will stand until the day when civilization collapses.

The glory or faults of the deceased can no longer be traced. Even a wizard as powerful as the "King of Wise Men" will come to the end of his life, and a warrior as brave as the "Conqueror" will eventually return to dust.

There are few elves on Ulthuan who have managed to survive for thousands of years, and the Asur have not forgotten their respect for death.

The story of the previous king has come to an end. On the western edge of the pier, a new statue is rising. It belongs to Finubar the Navigator.

Lynch no longer paid attention to the dead creatures with different expressions, but instead looked towards the bustling coast.

They should have been filled with anchored ships, but all the ships were asked to leave in order to welcome the returning fleet.

In the west, on a group of islands isolated from Lothern, creatures other than elves watched the grand return ceremony of Asur with curiosity.

Like monkeys in a zoo, they must cross a series of bridges, walls, and fortresses before they can reach the real Lothern.

It was obvious that this was the residential area prepared by Asur for other races. Without the royal court's permission, they could only trade and communicate with each other on the crowded island.

After sailing for a long time, the warship finally reached the anchorage area.

Each warship was properly placed. Lynch did not retract the suspension engine. The pyramid floating quietly above the dragon ship attracted countless curious eyes.

Perhaps most of the elves in Lothern had come to the port, and Lynch couldn't see the end at a glance.

One by one, the noble spies concealed their identities and hurried forward to inform their masters who were waiting for the return of the person in the courtyard.

The elf civilians waited eagerly, and some women nervously looked for familiar faces.

Some elves burst into even more enthusiastic smiles, while more elves had deep sorrow between their brows.

The dusty soldiers shuffled their organization on the deck, ignoring their respective origins, and mixed together to form a new legion.

The warriors raised the battle flags that had no one to belong to. The Tritons raised the chariot flag of Terenloc, the Ivryssen guards also raised the flaming phoenix flag of Arion, the Saphiri soldiers waved the Cosqui sea flag, and the hunters of Chrace guarded the ceremonial flag of the Everqueen.

The commanders, holding the Phoenix King's flag, took the lead in setting out on the road to the Phoenix King's Court.

The elves could easily find the face belonging to Caledor. They were as arrogant as ever, and even raised the flag of Caledor to the same height as the flag of the Phoenix King.

But even the arrogant and powerful Caledor Legion was left with only a dozen soldiers and the lonely Prince Caledor, who was no longer accompanied by the Dragon Prince.

The lively atmosphere suddenly fell into freezing point, and the soldiers walked down from their respective warships and stepped onto the broad road.

The giant dragon that covered the sky when the army set out on the expedition has disappeared, and thousands of chariots are nowhere to be seen either.

All the giant eagles were left overseas, and all the agile war horses were sleeping in the deep sea.

There was no accusation or inappropriate crying, but the silent elf had already blended the sadness into the air.

What kind of powerful enemy could have caused such heavy losses to Asur?

Lynch was not used to this fragile atmosphere. There was no sadness in the Temple City.

Even if hundreds of thousands of Lizardmen died, it was worth celebrating as long as the invasion of the Chaos enemy could be repelled.

All those who died died a worthy death, and it was the highest honor to sacrifice one’s life for the “big plan”.

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Since birth, infants in this world have been at war. This battle will last for nearly ten thousand years. The gods and the cold-blooded creatures will continue to fight until they are completely defeated.

Teclis had no time to escape, so the humans and dwarves mixed in with the lizardmen and avoided the Asur's subtle discrimination.

Lynch looked around, looking for a place to stay.

Just as he was about to return to the pyramid, a serious, scholarly-looking old elf approached Lynch.

He leaned on a simple staff, his cloak sparkled with starlight, he wore the emblem of Hoeth on his chest, and a tall white tower stood under the mark of Hoeth.

As soon as Lin Qi saw the sword on the scholar's waist, he felt its indescribable sharpness. It was obvious that it had not been unsheathed.

The scabbard could not block the sharpness of the sword. Through the magnificent phoenix pattern on the scabbard and the magical symbol representing the wise man, Lynch vaguely guessed the ownership of the sword and the identity of the elf in front of him.

The book with a phoenix cover hanging on the other side of the elf's waist, as well as the destruction and rebirth that Lynch saw in the vision, allowed Lynch to successfully find the corresponding person from the depths of his memory.

This old elf was Belanna the Wise, mentor to Teclis, and he always carried the Book of the Phoenix with him.

It was a magic book that recorded the Asur civilization and possessed incredible power. Perhaps it was a gift from Hoeth, the "God of Wisdom".

That sword was the sword of the "King of Wisdom" Bel K'Hades. It was this Phoenix King who built the White Tower of Hoeth and presented the sword to the head of all the magic swordsmen in the White Tower.

His staff was inherited from the previous Supreme Mage, Coius.

Lynch was guided to a quiet path by this rare old man in Asur.

The stern-looking lizardmen followed the champion, and the humans and dwarves looked quite out of place among them.

In order to prevent himself from being driven out by the guards who were eyeing him eagerly, Eugen held the dwarf tightly and followed the lizard man's steps closely.

(End of this chapter)