Chapter 1135 Golden Chariot

After losing an arm, Nevka's attitude improved a lot.

This world needs to speak with strength. No matter how powerful the Phoenix Court is in the rumors, relying on thousands of dragons and countless elite warriors, it seems to be enough to conquer the world.

But the proud Nehekhara people don't think so. Only after fighting in person will they show respect to guests.

Nevka stopped attacking and stared at Kadroin: "Your identity."

Kadroin walked silently behind Draknir. He still maintained the minimum standard of the oath of silence. Except when facing the order of His Majesty, he would never say a word.

"If you can't laugh and talk in life, even the gods will despise you after death!" Nevka cursed, and then picked up the arm that fell on the ground. Under the magic of the ancient tomb sacrifice, the ancient ritual from the funeral cult quickly healed the body of the herald.

"Nevka, if you continue to talk nonsense, can I think that Settra has no sincerity in this invitation, and Khemri is just trying to challenge the majesty of the Phoenix Court?"

Prince Caledor's reminder made Nevka turn around and put more than ten chariots with only drivers in front of the elves.

"Your Majesty has been waiting in Khemri for a long time. You will have the honor to enter the tomb of the Immortal Emperor and admire the glory of the gods."

This is very speechless, but everyone knows that you can't argue with the dead, otherwise you will suffer.

Draconir and Gladys got on the vehicle pulled by four skeleton horses. According to the etiquette of Nehekhara, no one except the Immortal Emperor Settra can use the four-horse chariot.

From one side, it shows that the test just from Nevka was well prepared. If the elves cannot show respectable strength, this chariot of equal status will be replaced by a lower level one.

The dead have many little thoughts, but in other words, if Settra were to visit Caledor, Draknir might not even send out a dragon to welcome him, and at most he would have a few dragon princes lead the cavalry to greet him.

Endless yellow sand drifted in Draknir's eyes as the chariot galloped. He could not see any living creatures anywhere he looked.

Except for the sandworms and snakes and rats that occasionally turned out of the sand pit, he could only see pieces of remains that turned into bones.

The driver was wearing golden armor. He silently drove the skeleton horse forward with the reins. Perhaps these horses no longer needed physiological instructions, but according to their habits in life, each chariot must have a suitable driver.

This reminded Draknir of his mother's Dusk Wheel. It is said that after Prince Terenlock got this rare magic war machine, he wanted to kill people everywhere and look for the best driver in the country.

But the facts prove that sometimes good equipment does not mean usefulness.

When the endless political affairs of the two countries were placed in front of her, the United Parliament wanted to tear the princess into several parts, one to sit in Terenlock, one to be a mascot in Caledor, and one to be arranged in the New World.

After all, it is not easy to talk to the Phoenix King, but the words of the princess are more heartwarming.

Imrik would say get out, don't bother me with such shit in the future, go to the Noble Council, or Draknir, I am the Phoenix King, I am only responsible for stamping.

But Atila would say that this matter needs to be discussed, think carefully first, put forward a specific and feasible plan, and then decide whether to pass it.

Draknir turned around and asked his wife. "Tell me, will we become like father and mother, who insult the courtiers every time they meet, and then say with a sad face that those plans are good and that the courtier is more capable.

Then play a game of military flags, the loser is responsible for negotiating and communicating with the courtiers, and the winner stamps the seal in the palace."

"It shouldn't be..." Gladys was a little unsure. After living in the Dragon Palace for a period of time, she had deeply realized the playfulness of the two elders.

Some seemingly extremely important decisions ended with the two joking.

She clearly remembered a question about the selection of pioneers.

Father took a pen and drew a triangle on the list, saying that all the people in the frame would be taken to Naggaroth.

And mother was much more cautious. After eliminating some people in the triangle who were inconvenient to leave, she immediately notified them that you have been exiled to Naggaroth, and hoped to see the resources loaded in the cargo hold when they meet next time.

"I don't have the courage of my mother to be picky about the people my father has chosen..."

"Don't think too much. They are them. The list of people was issued in the name of the Phoenix Court. What you need to do is to learn from your mother and first figure out the list of people in Caledor."

Gladys nodded. She still doesn't know all the dragon princes. Even those stationed in the country only know some important nobles and court officials.

"I still have a lot to learn, so you can't despise me for being too stupid... After all, it's all because of you."

"Why do you blame me?"

"Who would have thought that I would enter the dragon court with trepidation, and I wanted to meet the glory of His Majesty, but inexplicably I was hugged by a little brat, who kept saying something about prey, and let me, an ignorant village girl, be the princess's wife."

Draconil rolled his eyes. When he proposed to me, your reaction was not like this. You were so moved that you were about to cry, why did you talk about the past again?

"Yes, so I secretly ran to Lothern to warn those brats who had ideas about you that if they don't want to taste the dragon's wrath, they'd better stay away from you."

Gladys widened her eyes, looking unbelievable, and pointed at her husband and said, "So you are the one who made those people leave the newspaper?"

The proud prince nodded, "Yes, I don't want to see my wife being stared at by a group of rats, I warned her, and the result was very good."

"What did you say?" Gladys was not angry, but curious. This kind of thing only shows her husband's love for her, how could he be angry.

"I didn't say anything, but I sent someone to visit them and vaguely told them not to have any ideas about Gladys, the editor-in-chief of the Seagull Newspaper...

Of course, it may be that the people sent are more professional, and the Flame Knights seem to be very good at shutting people up."

Gladys imagined it, and when she opened the door, she found a golden dragon prince staring at her with a dead look, and the huge lapis lazuli long-handled axe hammer shone with cold light.

I'm afraid no one wants to stay in the Seagull Newspaper for another day. Elves can still distinguish between lust and life.

While chatting, the chariot has arrived outside Khemri.

From a distance, the two of them could already see the towering strongholds, as well as the totem marks with eagles and scarabs as symbols.

Two bone giants that seemed to be as tall as clouds stood outside the city gate. They were sacred structures that were supposed to be guarding the imperial mausoleum. In order to express their respect for the son of the Phoenix King, Setra sent them to greet them. (End of this chapter)