Chapter 1134 Nevka

Risks are everywhere, just like when entering the endless sea of ​​sand, chariots cross the plains like thunder, and hundreds of golden chariots are driven by skeleton war horses and gallop through the port.

The welcoming team, like a threat, made Draknir narrow his eyes.

Chariot troops...

This is the pride of Nehekhara. In order to show their bravery, the Tomb Kings must have a golden chariot inlaid with gems.

The gods will watch the most heroic riders on the battlefield. This implication comes from the worship of the sun. The movement of the scarab pushing the dung ball is like the sun gradually expanding. The Nehekhara people believe that the chariots galloping in the sea of ​​sand will also push the sun to spread light forever.

The Tomb Prince, who was in the lead, was much taller and stronger than the mummies next to him. After proper processing by the priests, he barely preserved some skin and flesh.

The skeleton with a flail hanging around his waist walked down from the chariot, holding the Khemri blue falcon flag.

Nevka came to Prince Caledor with a stern look on his face. "The Immortal King of Kings, the Pathbreaker, the Holder of the Sacred Fire, the Punisher of the Nomads, the Great Unifier, the Commander of the Golden Legion, the Sacred Face, the One Who Brings Glory, the Father of the Falcon..."

Draconil had expected this scene, and could only shake his head helplessly and wait for Nevka to finish saying Settra's title.

There is a big difference between a herald and an envoy. The former is a messenger who conveys the will of the king, while the latter has a negotiation meaning.

Declaring the title is a sign of respect for the guest. Although Settra's title of King with a bad taste makes this respect a little absurd, this is the rule.

Half an hour later, Nevka finally finished reading all of Settra's titles. He finally added, "The elves who read do not understand the power of the Eternal Emperor of Nehekhara. The titles include but are not limited to the above."

"Well, I really hope there is a herald like you who can say titles for half an hour without a single typo." Draknir breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but want to beat Nevka up.

The prince nodded to the people behind him. According to the previous communication, the two sides would approach each other with a relatively equal attitude. The first way to express sincerity was to give each other gifts.

The fine weapons from the Vaal Anvil were delivered to the Khemri Falcon Legion one by one, along with gold and gems that were indispensable to the Tomb King. These things were of little use to Caledor, so they were suitable for exchanging gifts.

The Falcon Legion, an elite force trusted by Settra, entrusted precious items carved from gold to the Caledor elves.

The Immortal Emperor hated thieves very much. After waking up, he found that the crown had been stolen by Norscan pirates. He spent a hundred years on an expedition to the northern wilderness and killed all the barbarians he saw along the way.

He swore that as long as there was a stolen gold coin still in Norsca, the Khemri army would never return to Nehekhara.

When the last gold coin was taken back, Norsca had suffered a devastating blow, which fully confirmed the majesty of the Immortal Emperor and reminded the world not to offend people who are grumpy when they wake up.

Zero tolerance for theft is because the Norscans stole the burial objects of the royal tomb, which is the most serious insult to Nehekhara, who values ​​life after death.

But this does not mean that Setra is stingy. When the gold far exceeds the gift given by the Phoenix Court, even Draknir can't help but frown.

How much wealth do these dead people hide?

Fortunately, Nevka is very satisfied with the gift from the Phoenix Court, which seems extremely wise and respectful compared to those who covet the wealth of the desert.

"Prince of Caledor, Draknir, His Majesty Settra wants to see you. This is the order of the King of Kings."

"Unfortunately, I am an elf. Your emperor's order is useless to me... I come on behalf of the Phoenix King. Nehekhara should know that the elven monarch is not inferior to Settra."

He has tried his best to express it euphemistically, but Nevka's dry face began to show warm anger.

"The King of Kings is above all usurpers! Your Majesty's invitation to the elves is an honor for you."

"Haha." Draknir did not explain anything, but crossed his chest and shook his head in laughter, "The thinking of the dead is really hard to understand. If you think that in the territory of Nehekhara, you can make the son of Caledor show humility, it's too ridiculous."

"Bold!"

The Punishment of the Kings was held in Nevka's hand. This is an important weapon given to the herald by Settra. The three gilded heads are all kings who have rebelled against the Immortal Emperor, symbolizing the power of the King of Kings.

The flail hammer swung at Draknir's head. No one expected Nevka to suddenly attack, just after exchanging gifts.

Kadroin, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, wrapped his halberd around the flail and protected Prince Caledor. His silent eyes looked more like a dead man than Nevka.

"Break one of his hands, Kadroin."

"Yes..."

The captain of the Phoenix Guard turned from defense to offense, and under Draknir's command, he attacked Nevka fiercely.

After shaking off the entanglement of the flail, the halberd stood up and chopped, and Nevka, who should have dodged, moved much slower and could only use the flail to forcibly block it.

Asuryan's curse, when facing Kadroin, the enemy will feel a cold and ruthless atmosphere, and the gods above the gods guide the fate of the guards.

He will not die here, so every attack is unreserved.

The elves' martial arts need no further explanation. Those who can become the captain of the Phoenix Guard are all the strongest in Ulthuan.

Although Nevka is the herald of Settra, he cannot escape the limitation of being a mortal in nature. Unlike his master, the herald is just a cold-blooded northern barbarian.

The situation gradually took the upper hand of the elves. Kadron, who did not say a word, used his halberd to repel the entanglement of the flail, and then attacked with swift and fiery slashes.

On the other hand, when Nevka found that the elf in front of him was a strong enemy, he roared the title of the Immortal Emperor at the top of his voice.

"In the name of the King of Kings, the Path Pathfinder, the Holder of the Sacred Fire, the Punisher of Nomads, the Great Unifier, the Commander of the Golden Legion, the Sacred Face, the One who Brings Glory, the Father of Falcons... you must die!"

Draconir, who was watching, was very sarcastic about this. For an undead, how pathetic it is to have an absolutely loyal soul.

The essence of necromancy is the endless desire for control. The Kingdom of Silence is the ideal state for the necromancer monarch, not a herald who calls out fanatically in the center of the battlefield.

After bypassing the entanglement of the Punishment of the Kings, Kadroin's halberd accurately pierced Nevka's shoulder with the sharp blade of the halberd, cleverly dissipating the force.

One arm has already flown from mid-air. (End of this chapter)