Step by step, Malekis walked up the steps.

The pace of time slowly walked through Asuyan's diamond platinum steps. Malekis, who was over 7,000, was there. He looked at the affectionately. Before Asuyan's Holy Fire, he was his shadow when he was 1,700 years old. His life gradually approached, silently took away his glory as the prince of the King Selection Association. When he entered the Holy Fire, he lost all his glory and status and became the witch king whom people hate ghosts.

Malekis opened his mouth and remembered an ancient song. How long has it been since he sang? It has been about 5,000 years?

Heavy steps on the gorgeous steps, and hot blood spilled on the floor. Malekis suddenly felt that everything was irrelevant. Anyway, if it failed, the whole world would be buried with him.

He recalled the time when his father Elario was walking in the military camp of the Kingdom of Nagaros when he was a child.

keep going.

He recalled his failure to become the Phoenix King. He traveled to the old world as a ranger. In the land of now Britannia, he met his wife, Alisara (yes, Malekis's first wife has the same name as the little queen Alisara), the chief high priest of Lilith, the goddess of the moon. How sweet the wedding time is.

Unfortunately, after getting married for a while, Alysala discovered that Malekis was studying dark magic - the high priest of the Moon Goddess chose to leave silently, and the couple separated from then on.

He recalled that he continued to move eastward, and Malekis' heart suddenly stinged, and he would never forget that the first dwarf Supreme King held his hand tightly before his death, asking him to promise not to betray their friendship.

Snori-Whitebeard! My best friend, my brother!

Sorry... I'm really sorry.

He recalled how ecstatic he was when his wife Alysala asked to return to him after more than two thousand years. How happy he was at that time.

However, the news was heard by the Queen of Witch Morassi. Queen of Witch charmed a high-spirited prince and asked him to lead the army to kill all Alysala and her guards. How did he angry and put his mother in prison and torture her wildly? From then on, he lost the last trace of warmth in his soul. He lost family affection and love at the same time. The only thing left was the desire for revenge. He let Morasi go because his mother could help him revenge.

Keep moving forward, the sacred fire is right in front of you.

The most funny thing is here. Now everyone tells him that you are the orthodox phoenix king?

What do I have done before, what are the consequences I have caused before, and what are the countless sacrifices I have made before?

Malekis couldn't help laughing.

keep going.

The figure of the Witch King disappeared, leaving only a human figure screaming in the holy fire.

In the midst of endless pain, Malekis's consciousness gradually became blurred.

The world disappeared, leaving only the self burned in the flames.

So, that's it? Malekis thought, I failed again, father.

Father?

Everything around him disappeared, leaving only a vast white area.

A new scenery appeared, the beautiful elf manor, the plump rice fields taller than people, and a handsome figure who often appears in the dream stood in the fields and extended his hand to Malekis.

Terion!?When he saw the other person's face clearly, Malekis shivered immediately, and the Witch King quickly retreated.

Oh no! Malekis touched his waist, but found nothing,

Where is my sword???

The handsome and unparalleled figure looked at Malekis's panic and couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, and sarcastically said: "What's wrong, Malekis? You don't even recognize your father?"

"Father...Dear?" Malekis was disbelief. The Witch King quickly took a few steps forward, and his voice trembled.

"Ah, when I saw my son who grew up, how could he become such a coward? You are so shameless." The first Phoenix King, a hero who saved the world, defended the legend of the glory of the elves, and the founder of the Phoenix Dynasty and explorer Enario said coldly: "I've given you the name Malekis."

When the years turned quietly with tears in their eyes, the tall, handsome, invincible Elario was there, looking at it affectionately, everything seemed to return to the distance, the new kingdom of Nagaris, the teenage Malekis, his father taught him swordsmanship, his mother taught him magic, time flies, the young Malekis carried his bags and went to hunt in the Anulli Mountains.

It seemed like yesterday.

Tears had blurred Malekis' eyes, and the proud witch king knelt on his knees. He laughed and whimpered, "Father? Son? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

How many years has he not cried? 3,000 years? 4,000 years? 5,000 years?

Tears were slashing down Malekis' face, and the Witch King gritted his teeth. He sucked his nose hard and said to Elario, "Father, can you come here?"

"Hmm?" Elario approached gently.

Malekis waved a punch and directly hit the face of the first Phoenix King. He cried and shouted, "You really have a good wife! Father, do you know how much trouble that bastard Moraxy has brought to me? Do you know how much pressure I have been under as your son? Do you know how much criticism I have suffered for this? Everyone is saying that I am a child cursed by Kane's Blood! Everyone is afraid of me and hate me!"

Elario's face changed slightly, and the first Phoenix King reached out and pushed Malekis away. He said coldly: "Okay! Very energetic. Only with this kind of strength can he be like my son."

"You are still this annoying look, father." Malekis kept crying, but he sarcastically said.

"You are also such an annoying look, son." Elario also said coldly.

The father and son laughed at the same time.

"How old are you this year, Malekis." Elario's face was still cold.

"6982 years old, father." Malekis reached out to wipe away his tears. The Witch King recalled it hard, and then said: "But I didn't count my time in the Chaos Wasteland and the Chaos Realm."

"That's been alive for a long time," Elario said bluntly: "My life is not yet a fraction of yours."

"So should I be happy or sad?" Although Malekis was still crying, he sneered: "Happy, your descendant Terion has drawn out the sword of Kane, and now no one is his opponent."

"...This is not surprising. Do you know why I put the Kane sword back?" Elario said coldly: "I had long thought of this day, but sooner or later. Just like the parting between Kaledo and the Dragon Trainer, the parting of the elves is also destined."

"Why?" Malekis waited for his father's answer.

"Because the battle situation is too desperate," Elario said lightly: "Even if I draw out the sword of Kane, I can kill any demons that appear in my sight, but the chaos is endless, and I am alone and I have no skills, so the demise of the elves is destined, so Kalerdo proposed the 'Great Vortex Plan'. At that time, I flatly refused to lead to a break. The elves now commented on me, must be short-sighted and stupid, right?"

"Those are all a bunch of fools." Malekis said gritting his teeth, the Witch King was very angry at the cowardice of the elves.

"I had a reason to choose that at the beginning." Elario nodded: "Because the success rate of Kaledo's plan is actually very low. Now we all know that the Great Whirlpool has succeeded, and then push forward with success as the premise, we naturally concluded that I am a fool, but what if it is not successful?"

"The elves will be destroyed immediately." Malekis nodded.

"That's right, the situation at that time was that I had more than 100,000 troops and more than 20,000 dragon knights. If I didn't implement the Great Vortex Plan, I could at least protect Oshuan for decades. But if the Great Vortex Plan failed, the result of draining all the magic power of Oshuan was that Oshuan would fall completely within 7 days." Elario said lightly: "All magic weapons and magic circles will be invalid, and the elves will soon die."

Malekis fully understood that although he died late, how many people are really willing to give up instead of surviving the battle royale game in the countless slave gladiators arena, and it is obvious that only one person can eat chicken in the end, so why do those gladiators still fight to the death?

"I didn't agree with this plan at that time because the success rate was too low, and I did not give up the Great Vortex Plan. I just needed time to consider and make choices. However, the result was that a few days after I rejected this plan, Kaledo directly betrayed me and started this plan." Elario's face was full of coldness: "I only knew at the most critical moment that the ceremony had begun. I was forced to leave Morasi and you and take the Dragon Knights to protect those traitors and people who were unwilling to accept my command. I united all the power I could use to face the strongest four-headed demons under the command of the Four Gods of Chaos. What am I for? Am I not for the elves' tomorrow?"

"But they betrayed you!" Malekis roared.

"Yes, they betrayed us." Elario seemed very indifferent: "These surviving people did not save their compatriots influenced by Kane, nor were they grateful for our sacrifice. They just repeated suspicion and discrimination, for fear that there would be another crazy warrior to rule them. Why don't you become the Phoenix King? It's because the whole elves owe me too much, so they can't repay them, so they simply don't pay it back. The elves' court is always short of bureaucrats and politicians, and we have always had too many politicians."

"You have to remember, Malekis, we don't owe anything to the elves. On the contrary, the elves owe me a lot, a lot." Elario said coldly: "You are not the result of being the Phoenix King, you just get back what is destined to belong to you, that's all."

"That's all." Malekis repeated.

Yes, I am the parent-child of the Phoenix King, and the throne of the Phoenix should be mine! It is what the High Elves owe me, and I don’t need anyone’s approval or mercy.

"The glory of the Elf Empire can still be reproduced, it depends on you, Malekis." Elario nodded slightly, and the first Phoenix King sneered, and he looked at his son with a close eye: "If it was my son..."

"Have you ever loved your mother? Father." Malekis understood completely.

"If venting the desire to vent (harmony) and the pursuit of appearance are affection, maybe I like it a little bit." Elario said casually: "I have only loved one woman in my life."

"Eternal Queen Estalia?" Malekis was stunned for a few seconds.

"Um."

That's fine, I'll be fine if I deal with my mother without any psychological pressure.

"After becoming the Phoenix King, remember to marry Eternal Queen Elarili. That is a good woman and treat her well." Elario nodded: "If you have someone you are sorry for, it is Finnuba, treat his daughter well."

"Daughter???" Malekis's face was dull: "Wait, isn't Elarili's nominal wife and Terion's lover?"

"Elarili is the daughter of Finnuba. When the last pseudo-king Bell Haze was reigned, Finnuba had already gotten along with the previous Eternal Queen. Ellarili is the child of Finnuba and the previous Eternal Queen. She was born after Finnuba ascended the throne."

Malekis felt particularly confused.

"Remember, Malekis, you are your own master, and my blood is flowing in your body. You have always been your own master. You have always made decisions for yourself. When the people abandon you, you have never bowed to His people. When our God targets you, you have never bowed to God. In the end, you will not bow to Chaos, right?"

"Yes, Father!"

"So, that's it." Elario smiled at Malekis, the first Phoenix King shook his hand, and he turned into a thousand winds and left: "Today is your birthday, Malekis, happy birthday."

"Thank you." Malekis shed tears again. He wiped away his tears hard. He had long since lost his birthday, but Elario still remembered it.

The first generation of Phoenix King dissipated in the light and shadow.

The phoenix is ​​flying, circling its feathers, and there is no trace of it when it goes away.

Listen to the drizzle of the sycamore tree, its leaves shook with the wind and remembered.

Eternal Elario, eternal defender, eternal hero legend.

The Temple of Asuyan opened wide, and Malekis, intact, walked out. He was strong, handsome, powerful, and was not hurt at all. Asuyan's power enveloped him. He was no longer a mortal, he was the embodiment of Asuyan's will and power.

The overall situation has been decided, but hope remains.

Three days later, Lothen, Phoenix Court.

Thousands of people stood in the huge square, preparing to witness the new king's ascension. In the middle of the Black Guards and the Phoenix Guards, they finally took off their armor. Malekis, wearing the Phoenix King's crown garment, walked towards the throne step by step in thousands of eyes.

The goddess of the moon in the high elf Lilith appeared, and the pale queen of dark elf Olika also appeared. They stood in front of the high elf and dark elf in the hall respectively.

Malekis walked to the center of the hall and knelt on the white carpet.

The tallest wizard of Hoss White Tower, Tigris, began to read the decree: "Suyan, the lord of the Phoenix of Heaven, the Lord of the God of Heaven, and the decree said."

"I heard that Asu Yan's blessings were regular and he would return to the legitimate world. Therefore, the four seasons were ordered. In all, Taikang, the first generation of the Phoenix King, Malekis, the first generation of the Phoenix King, had a literary and military strategy, the phoenix Ritian preface, and the deep-seated Elario bowed. He respected the gods and protected the people below. He was valuable and worthy of being a king. Now he respected the oracle of the Phoenix Lord Asu Yan, ascended the throne and became the king, and became the twelfth Phoenix King!"

"Long live the Phoenix King!" A somewhat chaotic shout sounded in the square.

In the silk and bamboo wind music, in the ensemble of the accordion and recorder, and under the accompaniment of the harp and trumpet, the Phoenix King Malekis walked up the steps step by step. He looked at the throne of the Phoenix King in front of him, with mixed feelings, joy, respect, anger, and sadness.
To be continued...