Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Phoenix King, I'm a little bit curious about your connection with Caledor today. I asked Tutor Ella, but the result was always a vague answer.

Why would you choose to pass the throne to your children after you were crowned? Neither the Dwarves nor the Empire have this phenomenon. Emperor Karl Franz is still Prince Altdorf, and the High King is also the Lord of the Eternal Peak.

It seems to me that people of the same status as you have retained their original titles. "

Academic Sienna naturally had different considerations than the remaining four, and pointed out some questions that humans were very curious about but elves would hardly answer.

What made Imrik make such a decision? After taking over the sacred kingship, he did not hesitate to give up his original power to his heirs in advance.

Imrik paused slightly while pouring the wine, obviously not expecting that the mage he met for the first time would ask such a pointed question.

"Of course Ella won't say that. Even if you go to Ulthuan and ask any elves, they will only answer that this is tradition, and no one will explain to the people the origin of the ruling laws...

Sienna, your question is very complicated, so complicated that every Phoenix King can use it as a special topic to explain the relationship between the royal court and the kingdom, the prince and the nobles, the ruler and the ruled...

I like to use questions to describe the answers. Do you think the Phoenix King is a monarch in the ordinary sense? "

The mage held his short red hair and thought hard: "You mean that the Phoenix King, as the agent of the gods, does not belong to the mortal world, will not retain any of his original power, and will only serve the whole of Ulthuan. "

"Maybe, but if someone tells me that you became the Phoenix King because of Asuryan's approval, I will kick his ass hard. This is the throne that I won with my own hands, and it is not some bullshit god. The gift of.”

As always, the outspoken Phoenix King never shied away from his contempt for the gods. Even in front of the Butcher King, he would say that Grimnir was the earliest non-mainstream founder in the world, and successfully established the Butcher, a social image that is completely different from that of the dwarves. Contradictory professions.

"That's right, tough guy, you should give those nagging ministers a kick in the butt, and have a glass of Bergmann beer afterwards to enjoy it." Bardeen naturally poured a full glass for the elf, and there were no compatriots here. We can see him, and besides, the elf in front of him is a hero who saved many compatriots from Fort Fearless, so why not give him a toast?

Imric shook his head helplessly when he heard the somewhat unfamiliar Dwarf language. In Dwarf language, a tough guy generally refers to a foreigner who can wield a dwarf battle axe.

"Tough guy? You really know how to use titles...although I don't mind too much, haha."

After drinking a glass of beer, Imrik felt a little better. He looked at the human and dwarf Xiaoqiang who still had curious eyes and asked jokingly.

"You must know that I am not a substitute. Don't you want to make some excessive conditions? The elf in front of you is the Phoenix King. He has been dealing with high-ranking officials from morning to night. As long as you say a casual word, you will stay in this life. An unimaginable location.”

"No, I will just listen to Teacher Ella's nagging when I go back to the academy."

"The Sons of Sigmar disdain using means to improve their status."

"As for the elves...the World's Edge Mountains may be better, but the Gray Mountains are not so good."

The polite rejection by the two tall men and the short one made Imrik a little sad. He never expected to receive such cold treatment.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about your affairs... Victor, you guessed it right, I arranged the affairs of the Red Moon Tavern, and Karl was also involved."

Sure enough.

Some of the doubts in Victor's mind were relieved. Although more doubts appeared, the elf would not answer them.

"This trip to Bretonnia?"

After thinking deeply, Imric thought that he could also reveal some information to the witch hunter to prevent this man with a more serious personality from falling into paranoia.

He has a more important mission than getting involved in the disputes between the elven pantheons.

That idiot Antoine leaked information to the Imperial Countess who was controlled by Lilith, almost causing Marcus to drink foot-washing water in advance. This was intolerable to the Phoenix King.

"I didn't ask you to come to Bretonnia. The message I conveyed to Altdorf is to let the five young... knights of Ulboric move freely. It's best to develop a tacit understanding first.

But obviously Carl will be wrong, thinking that you are a lead I planted in Ulborik to contain Bretonnia... The mage who is traveling with you has sent news to Altdorf that three high-ranking officials of the empire have been attacked. Kidnapping by the Knight of Monteforge.

In the near future, the letter from Altdorf will fall in Cologne. If these three senior officials cannot be handed over, Marshal Rick will perform his duties and use all necessary means to safeguard the interests of the empire. "

"This..." Victor opened his mouth unconsciously. He did not expect that the greatest significance of himself and others was to become a fuse.

He turned his head to look at Kerillian and found that the female elf was looking at the ground with her head lowered, as if she had already noticed this fact.

So the three-way melee the elves are talking about is not referring to Bretonnia, Athel Loren and the Beastmen, but the Empire, Ulthuan and Bretonnia?

"I should have only revealed this news to you, but you don't seem to regret destroying the Holy Grail Church... Carl's actions are obviously overly focused on the interests that Rickland desires. After returning to the Red Moon Tavern, he will Someone is responsible for your recent deployment.

Get ready from the Empire to Tyrell, you have a tough fight ahead of you. "

After half of the white-tailed deer was dealt with, Imric wiped his oily mouth and whistled loudly to ask Mortelius, who was washing by the river, to come over.

Under the service of the soldiers, the horse looked the same except for the white fur stained with water. After taking off the dragon armor, the five little warriors discovered the spirit in the horse's eyes.

Why do I feel that this horse can handle all of us...

Victor had a bad idea in his heart. He was still too weak and had no way to practice Sigmar's will. He could handle the scattered Chaos believers and blood descendants in the past. After his strength increased greatly in recent years, he could catch up with those strong ones. But today, after fighting the Holy Grail Guard, he realized that the previous sparring was more like playing around, and no sparring partner was serious.

Marcus, with a towel on his shoulder, ran over with his horse armor, and asked in confusion: "I was still poking his butt, why did he run away?"

"Put the armor on Mortelius, I should go too... I hope the next time we meet is not too late."

When Marcus and Victor worked together to put on the horse armor for Mortelius, Imrick set aside a small piece of silver at the edge. The gilded edge was inlaid with tiny fiery red gems. If you didn't see it cut off from the edge of the horse armor with your own eyes, this flawless white silver block would be more like a work of art. (End of this chapter)