Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The War Lord waited for a while, during which time he looked at the walls of Imrik's office covered with dragon medals, paintings, marks... and small dragon sculptures placed in order throughout the room, feeling a little speechless.

Aside from the golden emblem of a flaming phoenix hanging behind his desk, this was every bit the work of a Caledonian Dragon Prince.

North pushed the door open and nodded to Eltharion, saying, "Warlord, His Majesty has returned to Lothern. Please wait a moment."

"Ah."

Isharion nodded slightly, and after only waiting for fifteen minutes, the office door was pushed open.

Imrick, smiling, lazily leaned on the chair behind the desk, with some plant debris in his hair.

Knowing that His Majesty had gone home to play with his grandson, Isharion did not ask him what he had done. He took out the record board in a businesslike manner and prepared to report on recent developments.

But Imrick did wave his hand, signaling the war lord not to be anxious.

His Majesty leaned forward, his eyes revealing a hint of mystery: "Eltharion, do you know why I am so happy?"

The War Lord, who was taking out the recording board, frowned, thinking that the Phoenix King would not say anything good.

The silent watcher did not interrupt the Dragon Lord's interest. Imrik waved his hand and raised three fingers: "My grandson Menil turned three years old five days ago."

"Really... congratulations." Eltharion said with a wry smile, "If you continue with this dramatic style, I will consider resigning from my position as war lord and returning to Yvresse to work hard."

The Watcher placed the recording board on his desk and interrupted the Phoenix King forcefully, ignoring his nagging about his grandson's cuteness. "Regarding the repeated invitations from the Sigmar Empire, I have made it clear that the War Council is only responsible for Ulthuan's military duties and has nothing to do with the theme of the summit... I suggest that Draknir be present so that you can spend more time with Menil."

Imrick was stunned for a moment by embarrassment and was forced to stop nagging his grandson fondly.

The invitation from the empire had been on my desk three years ago, but considering the environment at the time, it was delayed for half a year.

But the Phoenix King considered that if he left, some villains might target his grandson, so he euphemistically told the Empire to wait for a while.

This wait lasted for several years, during which time Emperor Karl Franz had vaguely given up the idea of ​​inviting the Phoenix King, and instead set his sights on Ulthuan's second-in-command, the War Lord Eltharion.

But Eltharion had few connections with the Old World, and even if he agreed to attend, it would be difficult to achieve satisfactory results, so Imrik politely told him to wait a little longer.

This wait lasted for three years.

To the elves, three years was only a short period of time in their lives, but to humans, these three years had turned Karl Franz into an emperor with some reputation.

The situation changed, and what began as a search for support and political resources turned into Karl Franz's desire to declare to the world the power of the empire... and his authority as emperor.

Of course, Ka Dahammer was always a very wise emperor, and he was not crazy enough to use other forces as stepping stones to bring his reputation to the peak.

He vaguely revealed an idea, using humans as a buffer zone to establish a holy alliance on the order side like the Great Holy War.

The union of humans, dwarves, and elves will bring unprecedented stability to the world, but which monarch can make decisions on behalf of humans?

The elves provide magic, the dwarves provide technology, and humans provide resources and labor to build a joint military fortress... As for the location of this fortress, it is very intriguing.

The city destroyed by the double-tailed comet - Mordheim. Imrick paused, thinking that this meeting might not be delayed any longer, and that it was necessary.

The elves can defend the New World and Ulthuan, but the Old World does require the efforts of humans and dwarves. How to make these short-lived ghosts exert their full strength in the near future is something worth pondering.

"What about the entourage list? What do you suggest?"

Eltharion opened the record board, and the first page was about his thoughts on personnel: "If you are present, most problems can be solved... There is no need to consider too much on the Caledor side. The Dragon Court has enough manpower and influence in the empire.

The nations of Ulthuan are not very involved with the Old World. Only Charis has some connection with the Northern Territory because of his actions of capturing wild beasts... I suggest that you let Marest and Alaros attend this summit together. Lauren Loren and Athel Loren need to consider how to find their own position in the Old World."

"Eniel and Asrai..."

"If you don't mind, you can also consider Lothia. In recent years, the Bretonnian navy has surrounded the port of Cologne and done a lot of stupid things to Ulthuan's merchant ships.

Although there is no clear intention to attack, it is clear that the knights do not like the elves sending goods to Marienburg. Appropriate pressure can make the negotiations go more smoothly. "

"Hmm...not a bad idea, but it needs to include Teclis."

"Teclis..." Eltharion murmured. Although he didn't know why the Supreme Mage agreed to attend, since the Phoenix King said it himself, he probably had some important plans.

A list of important personnel soon arrived in the hands of the relevant people following the issuance of the royal court.

Loxia was considering how to transform the God's Blessed Evil Party into an ark on the sea. After hearing the report from his subordinates, a smile appeared on his metal octopus face.

He personally inspected Asarnil's Ark flagship and believed that it was simply the kingdom of Marselan sailing on the ocean... But such a magical weapon was actually owned by a dragon prince who was not good at naval warfare.

Asaniel's naval command level is like that of a wild bull in Locksia's eyes. Apart from using cannons to smash the opponent into pieces, he can only use a dragon to ride on the opponent's face.

Although I despise them, I am also envious. Now that the opportunity to reverse destiny has come, I must get the consent of the Phoenix King to transform the Blessed Evil Party from a backward black ark into the advanced flagship of the Elf Empire.

"Get ready! Gather the best swordsmen. We will teach the monkeys of the Old World the ways of killing and plundering!"

On the other side of the world, in the forest of Athel Loren, Alaros is mourning the departure of the two monarchs. The heroes under the Oak of Ages are singing the ancient ballads...

"Alaros, the Phoenix King requires you to attend the summit hosted by the Empire."

"reason."

“There’s no explanation in the document.”

Alaros sighed in his heart. With just one sentence, without any explanation, Athel Loren needed to give his all. This was the current situation of Asrai... a freedom that was forced to submit to the authority of the monarch.

"What is your answer?"

Alaros lowered his head even lower, and said in a low voice: "Do you think I have the right to refuse?" (End of this chapter)