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It seems to see more than mortals and further than mortals.

The slightly frowning brow explains the trouble in Aenario's eyes. The coldness and gloominess 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 bearing the weight and loss alone.

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

In the final battle of the Cataclysm, the Guardians not only had to face the army of higher demons rushing towards Ulthuan, but also had to fight against the devil in their hearts.

The elf is always proud, and he must have put the survival of Ulthuan on himself, sinking in vain on the edge of the cliff.

Individual heroes are worthy of praise, but victory always comes from group efforts, and the smallest soldier has a meaning.

Lynch withdrew his gaze, letting Aenario's gaze fall into the distance, to a place higher than a mortal.

There are many giant statues around the harbor.

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

They are the descendants who have inherited the Phoenix Throne, starting from Explorer Bell Shanar.

Conqueror Caledor I, Warrior Caledor II, Peacemaker Karadel, Slaughterer Thethris, King of Wise Men Bel Khades, Poet Ai Dis, The Reckless Morville, The Sage Bell Haase

Each of them symbolizes an era of high elves, where war and peace are intertwined, and miracles and banality jointly draw the splendid civilization of Assur.

Wonders were built by the kings one after another and will stand until the end of civilization.

The glory or fault of the deceased can no longer be traced. A wizard as powerful as the King of Wise Men will also come to the end of his life, and a warrior as brave as the Conqueror will eventually turn into dust.

There are few elves in Ulthuan who have survived for thousands of years, and Assur has not forgotten its respect for death.

The story of the late king has turned. On the western edge of the pier, a new statue is rising. It belongs to Finuba the Navigator.

Lynch no longer paid attention to the dead objects with different expressions, but instead looked at the lively coast.

They were supposed to be full of 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 Assur's grand return ceremony curiously.

Like monkeys in a zoo, they must pass through a series of bridges, walls, and fortresses to reach the real Lothern.

Obviously, this is a residential area prepared by Asul for other races. Without the royal court's permission, they can only trade and communicate with each other on the crowded island.

After traveling for a long time, the battleship finally arrived at the parking area.

Each battleship was properly placed, and 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 came to the port, but Lynch couldn't see the end at a glance.

The noble spies who hid their identities hurriedly went to inform the master who was waiting for the returner in the courtyard.

The elves and civilians were looking forward to it, and some women were nervously looking for familiar faces.

Some elves broke out into even more enthusiastic smiles, and more elves' brows were stained with deep sadness.

The dust-stained soldiers were disordered on the deck, regardless of their origins, and mixed together to form a new legion.

The battle flags that lost their ownership were raised by the warriors. The Tritonians raised the chariot flag of Tyran Loch, the Yris Sentinel also raised the Fire Phoenix flag of Erion, and the Sulfri soldiers waved the Cosque sea flag. , the hunters of Charis guard the ceremonial banner of the Eternal Queen.

The commanders gathered around the Phoenix King's flag and took the lead on the road to the Phoenix King's Court.

The elves could easily spot Caledor's face, and they were as arrogant as ever, even raising Caledor's flag to the same height as the Phoenix King's flag.

But even the arrogant and powerful Caledor Legion only has a dozen soldiers left, as well as the lonely Prince Caledor, who does not follow the Dragon Prince.

The lively atmosphere suddenly fell to a freezing point. One by one, the soldiers stepped off their respective battleships and stepped onto the broad avenue.

The giant dragon that had covered the sky during the expedition had disappeared, and the thousands of chariots were nowhere to be seen.

All the giant eagles stayed overseas, and all the powerful horses slept in the deep sea.

There were no accusations or ungrateful cries, but the silent elf had melted sadness into the air.

What kind of powerful enemy could cause Assur to suffer such heavy losses?

Lynch was unaccustomed to this atmosphere of vulnerability, and there was no pathos in Temple City.

Even if hundreds of thousands of lizards died, as long as the invasion of the Chaos enemy could be repelled, it would be worthy of celebration.

All those who died deserved their death, and it was the highest honor to sacrifice one's life for the big plan.

Since birth, mortal babies have been in a war. This is a battle that will last for nearly ten thousand years. The gods and cold-blooded species will continue to fight until they are completely defeated.

Teclis had no time to escape, and the humans and dwarves mingled with the lizards, escaping Asur's subtle discrimination.

Lin Qi looked around, looking for his own place.

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

He is holding a simple staff, his cloak is shining with stars, and he wears the emblem of Hoth on his chest. A white tower stands under the mark of Hoth.

As soon as Lin Qi saw the sword on the scholar's waist, he felt the unspeakable edge. It was clearly not out of its sheath.

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

The phoenix-covered book 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 counterpart from the depths of his memory.

This old elf is Berannar the Wise, Teclis' mentor, who always carries the Book of the Phoenix.

It is a magic book that records the civilization of Assur. It has incredible power. It may be a gift from the God of Wisdom Hos.

That sword was the sword of Wise King Bel-Khades. It was this Phoenix King who built the White Tower of Hoth and gave the sword to the leader of all the magic swordsmen in the history of the White Tower.

His staff was inherited from the former Supreme Magister Koius.

Lynch was guided to a quiet trail by this rare old guy in Asul.

The stern lizards followed the champion, and the humans and dwarves were quite different among them.

In order to prevent being driven out by the eager guards, Eugen grabbed the dwarf tightly and followed the lizard man's pace closely.