Proof of the Sun King

In 2513 of the imperial calendar, in May, the Heavenly Paradise created by the Old Sage, Ulthuan, the Isle of Rebirth, the palace of the High Elf Eternal Queen, the Eternal Queen's Courtyard.

The Isle of Resurrection is located in the northern waters of the High Elf Maelstrom, off the coast of the Kingdom of Avalon. In addition to the ruins of the temple of the mother of the earth on the island, there is also the temple of Isa, the mother of all things, deep in the beautiful valley, where the successive eternal queens were crowned. Inhabited here is the high elf priestess Isa. The origin of the island temple is shrouded in the fog of time. The underground part of the temple is extremely complicated. Many mysterious ceremonies are held underground, and no male elves can watch or participate.

Every elf of Ulthuan makes a pilgrimage to the island once in her life.

Here, there is probably the most beautiful natural landscape in the world. The four seasons here are like spring. The power of Isa, the goddess of life from the elves, continues to bless this land. Among the towering rock walls and the splashing waterfalls, Flowers spread all over the island, green grass swaying, birds sing here, and in the depths of the rock wall and the peaks of the valley, surrounded by clouds, thousands of years old trees gathered, the sunrise in the morning. , thousands of mists are flying, and the deep forest and garden are bright or dark, changing and magical.

At night, the night is quiet and the moon is bright, the starry sky is vast, the atmosphere is elegant and dignified, the woodland is deep and ethereal, animals, plants, and the high elves who live here are integrated into nature. The fallen vines tell the ancient history of thousands of years.

The Pearl Tower of Avalon Courtyard is full of guests and friends. The high elves once again drink Dadan and enjoy the bliss. The whole palace is full of lewd breaths. The conference to encourage fertility is held here for several days.

Unlike the dark elves, who almost every couple bore eight to twelve children or more, their cousin Asul had gradually declined in population after many years, if not for Phoenix King Finnuba who opened up the old world. Trade routes, the population decline of Assur will continue. Even due to the economic recovery brought about by a large number of ocean-going trade, the fertility rate of the high elves is very reluctant to maintain the standard that the population can not decline. A team of high-precision couples often Only one or two offspring are produced, more than three are very rare.

Just in the early morning of Avalon, pure sunlight passed through the fresh and elegant Eternal Queen's Palace, the Summer Palace, and an emergency military message was introduced into the palace, awakening the sleeping Eternal Queen and her divinely chosen champion in the palace. warrior.

On the big bed, the thin silk was unable to hide the previous violent storm. The Eternal Queen's chosen champion was still a little sleepy, but after hearing the news, he knew that he had to get up.

He is the patron saint of Ulthuan, he is the warlord of the high elves, and he is the pride of Azul.

Along the gentle sunlight, the man was only wearing a long robe. He came to the spacious bathroom and slowly dipped into the water under the white marble tiles and gold-edged patterns.

The two Avalon maids walked in from the outside with sesame oil and towels in their hands. Another Avalon maid gently held the petals of a basket of flowers. She moved gracefully and sprinkled the petals into the pool.

In Ulthuan, being a maid of Avalon is the highest honor for the women of Azul. This sorority, born from the mission of the ancient elves to protect the Eternal Queen, is both the aspirational goal of all the female elves in the entire kingdom, and the The supreme status symbol, each of these Avalon maids are stunning beauties. They are usually responsible for serving the Eternal Queen and going to the major kingdoms of the high elves to declare their will from the Eternal Queen. In wartime, these maids will use A storm of magical arrows and an enchanted radiant machete in their hands protect their queen.

Every Avalon maid has at least the strength of the legendary middle-level, and there are many of them in the sanctuary level, and there are as many as a thousand Avalon maids under the command of the Eternal Queen.

But now, they are serving the warrior in the bathroom to take a bath.

The bath was huge, big enough for a dozen people to swim in it. The warriors closed their eyes and enjoyed the service of Avalon's maids. In the past, these maids would only serve the Eternal Queen and the Phoenix King, but he has become accustomed to it. , the Eternal Queen has made countless exceptions for her god-chosen champions, and this is just one of the most inconspicuous ones.

The streamlined muscles exuded a faint light, and the two Avalon maids stared at the warrior's toned figure with admiration and love. The muscles on the warrior's back were as hard as the high elf's best Yseramar silver armor. It is perfect, but the skin of the front chest and abdominal muscles is covered with scars one after another, which are the military medals of the warrior, and their fineness repeatedly tells the countless dangers the warrior has encountered, and how he has always been. Face the enemy head-on and never back down.

After applying the ointment, the maids used their delicate fingers and small sandalwood knives to help the warriors scrape off the essential oils from their bodies. The long dazzling golden hair and the warriors' exceptionally handsome and sunny faces made the maids blush.

He is like the sun, as many Avalon maids like to say, bright, dazzling, fiery, he brings hope to all, but if you get too close to him there is a danger of injury.

Now, the long blond hair was carefully braided by the Avalon maid, and the warrior stood up from the water, his face calmly stretched out his hands, a high elf white shirt and trousers on his body, and then mithril inner armor , and then the chain armor, the armor skirt, the shoulder armor, the greaves, until the legendary Elario dragon armor was put on his body, the golden peaked winged prince helmet and the blue Kosque cape. After putting it on his shoulders, everything was finished.

The War Lord of the High Elf War Council, the guardian of Ulthuan, the descendant of the defender Elario, the chosen champion of the Eternal Queen Elareli, the dragon of Kosque, the greatest warrior in the world, Tyrion nodded slowly, He walked slowly out of the bathroom.

In fact, when he was drinking Dadan, Tyrion had already felt the call from Tigris, and the other party was eager to say something to him. As twins, Tyrion and Tigris were completely different. , the former is a heroic warrior and a great leader, what Tyrion is thinking is easy to see from his face, the latter is an archmage who is indifferent to anger and anger, and Tegris can do it all day It's all an expression.

But the two sides still maintained a strange connection. Tyrion always easily felt the feelings of Tigris, or anger, or happiness, or worry, or peace. The twins were connected by a mysterious bond. , Tyrion doesn't know if Tyglis can also feel this connection. Compared to Tyrion who likes to use blood and passion to drive his blade, Tyglis prefers to think about problems by compiling his spells and foresight. .

Asuryan's heavenly fire burns on the Elario dragon armor. This golden dragon armor is very likely to be the strongest and most powerful armor in the world. It is also the greatest work of art in the history of the high elves. When Rayon put on this dragon armor, he could recall the glorious first half of his ancestor Elarion's life and the mixed second half of his life before his eyes.

More than once, Tyrion has heard questions and discussions about his ancestors in the high elves' court about Elario's last madness, but the last bloodline of the Defender always believes that if it weren't for the legendary Elario, the world would have been destroyed. .

No one knows how to forge such an epic artifact as the Elario dragon armor. The dragon armor comes from the anvil of Vaal, the **** of elf forging. There has never been any armor that can compare with this dragon armor, even if it is a legendary one. The chaotic artifact Moka armor is not enough, not even the Meteorite God-given plate armor of the dwarf main **** Granny. It is unique and cannot be copied. Whether it is elf magic or dwarf craftsmanship, it is dwarfed in front of it. Beneath the sun, the sun shines in turn with the magical fire within it.

"Your brother is calling for you, Ulthuan, calling for your help, my champion." As Tyrion pondered in the bright fire of heaven, behind the guardian of Ulthuan, came A voice like honey came out, and there was some kind of powerful divine power in this voice.

Wherever she passes, the flowers are blooming and the fragrance is fragrant. The bright light on her body is enough to dispel any darkness. Her words can touch the deepest softness in every elf. Her history of existence is longer than this dragon armor. She will continue to guide her people and fight for her in the future.

"Fight for you, my lady." Tyrion immediately turned around and knelt down on one knee in front of Eternal Queen "Bright Light" Ela Ruili. As her God's Chosen Champion, Tyrion looked at Eternal Queen's On the stage, he couldn't help but breathe harder.

It is difficult to describe the beauty of Ela Ruili. The Eternal Queen is barefoot and only wearing a long gauze dress as thin as cicada wings. With every step she takes, several flowers bloom in the air, which seems to gather together. All the goodness and light of all the world surrounds the Everqueen, her graceful body, and the scent of flowers spreads into Tyrion's nostrils, making the guardian of Ulthuan relax: "Above the dragon armor still remains The curse of Kane, or the curse of the ancestors."

"You can overcome it, right? My warrior." Ela Ruili's words moistened Tyrion's heart like a drizzle. The beauty of the Eternal Queen is comparable to that of the elf goddesses. It is said that only the goddess of the high essence moon Lilith's beauty could be compared with the Everqueen, the most beautiful woman of Ulthuan, the mortal voice of Isa, the elf goddess, and the most beloved son of Ulthuan, whom Tyrion willingly singled out. He got down on his knees, but he was quick to joke, "I've overcome a lot, including you, my lady."

"This is not the time to say this, my champion." Ela Ruili couldn't help but snickered when she heard Tyrion's words. The eternal queen and her god-chosen champion have a long history. There was a wordless feeling and tacit understanding between them, Ela Ruili reached out and motioned for Tyrion to get up, and she said softly, "So, are you ready to leave?"

Tyrion stood up gently, and the guardian of Ulthuan and the war lord of the war council sighed in a low voice: "The periphery of Tyronlok and Lothern are attacked by some undead pirates, and Tigris and the war council are calling me. go back."

"I feel it, Ulthuan is crying, those undead pirates are trying to put corruption and curse on the land of Ulthuan." Ela Ruili nodded slowly, the light around her was very bright, the power of the Eternal Queen It is closely related to Othuan. When she sings, Othuan flowers bloom and everything is silent. When she is sad, Othuan is rainy and rainy. When she is happy, Othuan will usher in a beautiful sky and sunshine.

But equally, if Ulthuan is threatened by corruption and invasion, the power of the Everqueen will also weaken, and her fate has long been linked to Ulthuan: "Good times are always short, my champion. ."

"I will never disobey your orders, my lady." Tyrion bowed. "But I think I must leave. A qualified guardian should be ready to fight at any time."

"Yes." Ela Ruili put her hand on Tyrion's face, and the Everqueen said casually, "Go to your brother, Tigris?"

"He? Yes, that's right." Tyrion was stunned for a moment, and then said in a strange tone: "You can also feel the emotions of Tigris?"

"No, I can't feel it, but I can feel you." Ela Ruili's blue eyes exuded a warm light: "You can't hide it from me, my champion, anytime."

"You can always see everything, my lady." The expression on Tyrion's face improved a lot: "But I always feel that in front of you, I am a little too easy to see through."

"Your emotions are written on your face, my champion." Ela Ruili smiled, and her smile fascinated the guardians of Ulthuan: "Are you leaving now?"

"It's not too late." Tyrion nodded, and he took his sword from the hand of Avalon's maid, the Yangyan Sword. This artifact sword used to kill and expel chaos demons in ancient times is still there. Powerful as he was thousands of years ago, Tyrion can feel his transformation from the dwarf of the Everqueen to the greatest champion of Ulthuan.

The heart of Avalon is hung on Tyrion's chest, which is the gift of the Eternal Queen, and also represents the crystallization of the love between the two: "I am ready."

"May the fire of heaven in Asuryan bless you forever, my champion." The Everqueen nodded. "My daughter and I cannot leave Avalon at will, but we will be here waiting for the news of your victory."

Tyrion nodded, and he walked outside the palace.

No matter how many times he was able to be stunned by the beauty of Avalon, this high elves' pure land was a dreamlike land under a blue sky, flanked by towering trees of a huge canopy of emerald purity and clarity, and silver Bell-like laughter fell from the magic-filled branches, the way the spirits of the forest expressed their pleasure.

Dryads, dryads, and even treants walked and sang among the woodlands of Avalon, and the beautiful scenery loomed in the mist, and the fresh air was drawn into Tyrion's lungs, and Ulthuan's The guardian closed his eyes. He knew that the conference to encourage childbirth was still going on. Thousands of young elves and young men and women would continue to revel in Avalon. wuxiaspot.com~Terion is a little irritable, on the one hand, because he knows that the high elves are losing their martial spirit and indulging in pleasure. Despite the repeated orders of the Phoenix Royal Court, the number of elves who are willing to stand up to defend their homeland is indeed increasing. On the other hand, he felt irritated that he had to leave Avalon for a while. Tyrion had repeatedly dreamed of the handsome face of Kane, the **** of blood, in his dreams. He could always feel those beautiful faces. The anger without a reason and without a warning wants to tear everything to pieces.

"You're wandering again, my champion." The Everqueen came up from behind, her warm smile and the scent of her body calming Tyrion: "I'm always wandering, my lady, murder. The Lord has never forgotten the blood of the ancestors, I am not Tigris, I do not know Occlumency, he has Lilith, I only have you."

"Then I think my champion needs a little encouragement~" Ela Ruili gently kissed Tyrion on the lips, and the faint fragrance made Tyrion's anger dissipate, and the Eternal Queen's chosen champion retaliated. Kissing back, the two entangled with each other for two or three minutes before they stopped. Then Tyrion got on his horse, and finally glanced at Ela Ruili, his lover, who was standing at the gate of the summer palace, and left.

The crimson satin military flag is engraved with Tyrion's personal coat of arms, a golden phoenix reborn in fiery red flames, but with a red heart symbolizing Ela Ruili, and a dove of peace with an olive branch on it. .

From now on, the lover of the Everqueen is temporarily gone.

The Guardians of Ulthuan will be rushed to Lothern at once, ready to carry out their duties.

Azul is not afraid of war, they will unite under the leadership of Tyrion and fight to protect their homeland!

"For the Phoenix King, for the Eternal Queen!"

"For, Ulthuan!"