Chapter 1136 The Possibility of Declaring War

"Legend has it that there was an eternal ruler in ancient Nehekhara who worshipped the gods and expressed his piety at the cost of sacrificing all members of his family. In return, he was given unparalleled power...

He conquered the chaotic kingdom, gave the desert a true master, built new temples and schools, encouraged urban construction, and nurtured the buds of knowledge.

From the Badlands in the north to the Endless Sea in the south and to Cathay in the east, the name of the Eagle of Khemri can be heard.

But even such a great man, who was respected by the gods, could not escape the first enemy of life - death."

The immortal emperor Settra of Nehekhara, when Draknir really faced him, Prince Caledor finally understood what the so-called monarchy was.

His father was too indifferent. In his eyes, everything served for victory. Whether it was military, politics, or religion, if it could not show value, it would be useless.

Just like the first Phoenix King, the second monarch of all elves, all his thoughts were on destroying Chaos rather than reviving the great empire.

The Immortal Emperor sat on the throne of the Imperial Mausoleum. His skinny figure could not hide his proud temperament. The golden crown inlaid with many gems was as tall as a god, and a scepter with the falcon symbol was tightly held in his hand.

"Prince Draknir of Caledor, I have heard of your family's name... It is said that your ancestors saved the world together with Aenarion.

In my opinion, if the Chaos enemy dares to invade Nehekhara, it will be annihilated by the army of Khemri."

Sure enough, no matter where it is, they hope to raise their status by belittling the other party.

Draknir naturally could not belittle the honor of his ancestors. He looked at the grand Imperial Mausoleum thoughtfully.

The place where Settra's palace was located was his Imperial Mausoleum. In terms of scale, it was not inferior to any wonder in the world. This was the wonder of Nehekhara.

In addition to the black pyramid built by Nagash to exhaust the potential of Nehekhara, this Imperial Mausoleum was the symbol of eternal kingship.

Draknir shrugged and said nothing. Even though Nehekhara could be considered the earliest human civilization, it had almost no knowledge of the Chaos invasion that destroyed the world in ancient times.

Using things that have never been seen to prove one's own value is the usual style of humans. Ignorance does not mean awe, but will instead turn into arrogance.

"Maybe, but at least I know very well that at least Nagash is just an immature child who took up arms against a warrior compared to the Chaos invasion.

Nehekhara, can't even a blasphemer be punished fairly?"

Settra was not angry. After knowing that Draknir had been king for a short time, he regarded him as a child who was still ignorant.

"You sharp-tongued elf boy, I will not care about your offense, because all this is due to the ignorance and prejudice of the elves."

"Let me ask, what is the reason for you to invite the Phoenix King?"

Settra observed Draknir with interest. No king would speak so bluntly. Even Nagash, who was known as a madman, would use euphemisms to complete his evil plans in the early days.

"I have long heard that the Caledor family is arrogant and rude, and today I see that they are indeed so... But I am very optimistic about you.

Tyrion, the descendant of Aenarion, I heard that he died in the elven civil war, but I don't know how he was reborn.

If you give me this method, Nehekhara will form an eternal alliance with the Elven Empire."

Tyrion's resurrection... Strictly speaking, it was not a resurrection, but a body reshaped with the fire of Asuryan. His soul was well protected by his brother Teclis after the death of Naggaroth.

And this is the result of Imrik's efforts. If people can be resurrected at will, wouldn't it mess up the rules of the world?

Draknir pondered for a while. He couldn't deny this. Everyone saw Tyrion's death, but so did the captain of the guard standing in the Phoenix Court.

Otherwise... fool Settra?

This is a good idea. The Immortal Emperor's greatest pursuit is not to conquer the world, but to obtain a living flesh and blood body.

He is willing to pay any price for this.

"Tyrion's resurrection is a gift from the power of Asuryan. You are Petra's choice and a human. You can't bear the burning of the platinum phoenix flame."

"Absurd, even gods will show respect to me! If the power of Asuryan can obtain a reborn body, I will take it myself!"

Draconir narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you ready to declare war on the Phoenix Court?"

"If the elves disagree, I will do so, cross the obstacles of the vast ocean, and take the platinum phoenix flame for myself."

Settra's serious look is definitely not a joke. He has only one pursuit in his life, to conquer the world.

After death, there is another one, to obtain a perfect body and conquer the world again.

"Then please, the dragon army will annihilate your pathetic construct army." Draconir shook his head and prepared to turn around and leave. No wonder his father didn't want to come. When two extremely powerful people meet, one of them will definitely be damaged.

If Nehekhara declared war on the Phoenix Court, the envoy would be Prince Caledor. If Draknir was humiliated, it would mean humiliation for dragons and seagulls, and also an insult to his father Imrik.

The Phoenix King could consider the overall situation and restrain himself at a critical moment, but the Dragon Prince did not need to worry about this.

After the unpleasant parting, Draknir ordered the team to set off for the Badlands. He would not be stupid enough to tell Settra the real purpose.

As long as Settra really covets the Platinum Phoenix Flame, he will gather an army and march towards Ulthuan, and then Vlad can pass through the Canyon of the Kings and attack the Black Tower of Arkhan.

When the disobedient undead are rampant in the territory and intend to seize the Black Pyramid, Draknir is looking forward to whether Settra will continue to attack Ulthuan or stabilize the situation in the rear.

Osmond of the Golden Oath City was a little regretful. As a ceremonial officer, he prepared for this trip for a long time, but he didn't expect that the two parties only exchanged a few words and ended without even a greeting.

He was drunk and spoke vaguely.

"Your Highness, as a ceremonial officer, I must criticize your behavior for undermining the magnanimity of the Phoenix Court..." He burped and continued, "But as a Caledor elf, I feel really good. How dare a dead man compare with a dragon tamer.

He is just a mummy manipulated by magic. He can't understand the horror of the Chaos enemy at all. He thinks he has conquered the world by staying in the desert. He is an arrogant, paranoid, and shameless fool!"

"I agree with this statement. He is indeed arrogant and paranoid, but not a fool..." Draknir nodded silently. Now the conditions have been gathered, and it is only waiting for all parties to appear to compete for Nagash's legacy.

Vlad must win the final victory, otherwise the undead will lose their original meaning. (End of this chapter)