Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Working with Warlords is... boring. That is the consensus in Ulthuan now.

Compared to the passionate Tyrion before him, Eltharion has almost no emotional changes. The Watcher is like an iceberg, standing between enemies and... friends.

Few could get used to Eltharion's cruel personality, but Tyrion was not one of them.

The two men met at the Strait of Lothern, and, continuing the elves' greeting to their comrades, they held each other's arms.

They had known each other for a long time, and past events made the experience seem dramatic, with the former war lord obeying his friend and the former friend becoming a war lord, but this did not affect the friendship between the two heroes.

For Tyrion, this is one of the few ways of redemption. Being able to represent Itain again in the War Council is already a grace from the Phoenix King, regardless of Cain's incarnation.

For Eltharion, he would not think too much about some mysterious things, such as how the experience of Cairne's incarnation might change Tyrion.

Tyrion patted Eltharion's arm, and in the tense atmosphere, there was a slight smile on his handsome face.

"It's been a while since we last met... This seems redundant. After this battle, we should have a good reunion."

The reunions of elves are often separated by long intervals. Their long lifespan makes their concept of emotions different from that of short-lived ghosts. For loved ones, being separated for even a minute feels like torture, but for friends, it is normal to meet once every few decades and then enjoy several months together.

Obviously Eltharion did not dare to promise this request. He was the Prince of Ivresse and the Warlord. The Phoenix King had returned to Caledor and was the busiest man in all of Ulthuan.

Eltharion smiled, although the smile was only a slight rise at the corner of his mouth: "I'm sorry, if I continue to stay in Lothern, Annabelle may go to Caledor in person to ask what exactly caused her husband to..."

Tyrion showed understanding and teasing, and signaled Eltharion to stop immediately: "What a boring life... You should consider getting married after fully enjoying your youth... instead of reporting to your wife when you get together with friends like now."

"I enjoy this life... except that I envy Imrik a little."

Tyrion was speechless. Was the expectation for children so high after marriage?

"His situation... never mind, let's get down to business." Tyrion cleared his throat and explained the situation of the ratmen on behalf of Itain: "We captured relevant information about the ratmen's submarines during the Rustria Rat and Snake Crusade two hundred years ago. Skerir..."

Tyrion frowned, and suddenly realized that the pronunciation seemed not to be accurate. Many of the names for the ratmen were transliterations of the Imperial language.

As for Tyrion's level of Imperial language, he can only say that the old farmers in Bretonnia next door are better than him.

"Skuli," Eltharion corrected, motioning for Tyrion to continue.

"The Skuri clan has made rapid technological progress. I suspect they may have stolen some of the technology from the dwarves and...certain organizations. The latest submarine they discovered has exceeded the detection range of magic and can dive to a depth of at least 500 meters."

"Five hundred meters? Unbelievable." Isharion shook his head, which fully proved the terrifying depth of the dive. At such a deep seabed, normal detection methods were almost ineffective, and magic could only vaguely perceive some edge traces.

It should be noted that the ocean in the mortal world is no safer than the land. The various ferocious beasts hidden in the seabed and the ever-flowing magical wind can easily take the lives of intruders.

"Our only means of dealing with it is Caledor... tamed sea dragons." Tyrion didn't explain it clearly, but at least it was more tactful than Imrik's words. After Minasnir expelled sea dragons from the dragon clan, the original fears quickly disappeared, and raising sea dragons became a way to prove bravery... provided that one didn't show off in the dragon court.

"And the Siren of the Deep in Druzie."

Eltharion's addition made Tyrion look sideways for a moment.

"Do you think Druzy can be trusted? If a trainer takes advantage of the unrest and releases the Abyss Siren into the inner circle, at least one village will be razed to the ground."

Tyrion had never had the slightest trust in Druzil. He was a staunch anti-Druzi element in the royal court. Only in this matter did he insist on the idea of ​​his past incarnation of Cain and use Druzil's blood to commemorate thousands of years of grievances.

A bizarre thing is that he rejected Kane, but there was Kane's shadow in his treatment of Druzy, and the god that Druzy once believed in was the Bloody Hand God whom he rejected.

Eltharion did not respond immediately, but stroked Stormwing's soft feathers and pondered for a while.

"I won't consider the credibility issue. This is the Phoenix King's duty. What the Warlord has to do is how to win..."

"You are really... a perfect match." Tyrion didn't know what to say for a moment. In the past history, the Phoenix King always had a very close relationship with the War Lord. It might be to please him or it might be a relationship of interest. Both parties would declare mutual respect on various occasions.

The only exception is that after the 11th Phoenix King handed the War Council to Eltharion, there was rarely any record of him appearing together with the War Lords.

Eltharion did not respond. His power in the War Council seemed to be less than that of ordinary war lords. After all, he could not mobilize the military forces of Caledor.

But it turned out that what Imrik gave him was much more than he had imagined.

The several legions that obey the orders of the royal court and the armies stationed around the world are all forces under the command of the war lords...

"Let's settle all this first, and then consider what's appropriate... If things go well, I'll let Annabell come to Lothern, and I'm sure we can have a pleasant vacation."

Tyrian licked his lips, looking a little excited.

But he was not interested in Istharion's wife, but in fighting. Only fighting could dilute his abnormally cold mind. The power of Asuryan was constantly surging in the body of the descendants of Aenarion. Things that used to cause excitement would now quickly disappear after a moment.

Only by fighting and killing can he find some... feeling of being alive.

The coast of the Island of Death was gradually blocked by the influx of troops. Even with the support of the Council of Grand Wizards of the White Tower of Hoeth, which protected the soldiers from the strong wind of magic, this forbidden area was still not a place for ordinary people to stay.

Five days... This was Istharion's judgment. The garrison personnel must be replaced every five days, otherwise the soldiers' minds might be influenced by the Chaos Gods and become despised traitors.

But five days...are they enough?

Eltharion did not want to think about the other part of the problem. His only responsibility was to drive the ratmen out of Ulthuan. (End of this chapter)