Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The mere mention of 50,000 people made everyone confused. They began to question whether this was support or a preparation to take down Kislev.

Obviously, Carl and Thorgrin were not prepared to follow this line of thought. Imrik's intention was very clear. He was going to train the troops in the name of an expedition without spending a lot of money and resources.

Concerning the issue of number of people, all parties discussed... for a long time, and they came to the conclusion that the most reliable way to support the Phoenix Court was to send out dragons, and nothing else should be done.

Time always passed in all kinds of nonsense, until the sixth day, when Imrick finally couldn't help but say, "Since you don't want to spend a lot of resources, why don't we just stay at home and do the logistics for you."

Carl was delighted. Is there such a good thing? He wanted to agree immediately, but before that, the emperor glanced at the Supreme King and found that Thorgrin did not look happy at all.

After several days of observation, the Emperor discovered that the High King's familiarity with the Phoenix King far exceeded his expectations. The elves and dwarves seemed to have a tacit understanding between them. They could always reach a consensus on certain things, yet would never compromise on certain issues.

Don't rush...

Thorgrim thought that if the elves did not come out alone, it would be a bit troublesome. He did not doubt the war potential of the Phoenix Court, but Imrik did not play by the rules too many times, making it difficult to guard against.

He offered 50,000 this time, and maybe he would dare to offer 100,000 next time. The progress of the expedition will obviously be determined by those who contribute the most. If the elves believe that they must fight to the Chaos Realm, then wouldn't the dwarves have to provide them with supplies for several years or even dozens of years?

The best way is to let humans solve the problem of numbers, and let the elves and dwarves make up for some shortcomings.

"Imric, let me be frank. Your actions do not meet the expectations of the dwarves and the Empire. We are cooperating, not acting as your logistical nanny.

The expedition should be led by Kislev's decision. If you insist on having ideas about the Chaos Wasteland, you should lead the army yourself."

"You mean..." Imrik's eyes flashed. In fact, there are many places to train troops. Whether it is marching from Naggaroth to the Chaos Wasteland, or landing directly on Albion Island, they are all good choices.

Why do we state here that we will support 50,000 people? It is nothing more than a superficial attitude. The elves are not joking.

"This matter should be decided by the representatives who will be sent later. We just need to consider whether we agree and express our attitude."

Playing dumb, this is what makes Thorgrim different from other High Kings, he has a more flexible mind... which is slippery in the eyes of some longbeards.

"Well... I have no objection to that."

This statement of attitude made Carl and Thorgrin feel relieved. The expedition seemed to be a necessary move that could effectively curb the frequency of the Norse Yankees moving south.

Although this matter has the least connection with the elves, no one knows why Imrik is so active.

Perhaps he was planning to take firm control of Kislev and send out a large number of troops in the name of an expedition...

The meeting took a short break after one topic was concluded, and Princess Catherine, who had been sorting out relevant materials for several days, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She had seen through the Phoenix King's intentions, and relied on his unpredictable intentions to make the dwarves and the Empire provide real support as much as possible, rather than sending a few people to fool around in the name of alliance.

She was very grateful for this, and even her toasting posture became very heroic.

A full glass of vodka flowed smoothly into the Ice Princess' throat as she moved. Her face turned slightly red, and the magic wind quickly gathered, softening the irritating alcohol with the gentle cold wind...

The final result was that she looked at the Phoenix King with a dazed look in her eyes, and said vaguely: "Thank you for your support for Kislev at the summit..." Imrik stroked his chin and cast a questioning look at the ice maid next to him. No matter how healthy she was, it was probably not appropriate for her to drink so heavily at the age of twelve.

From a legal perspective, the Snow Princess who was sent to the Phoenix Court is guarded by the Phoenix King.

Three years ago, a cute little Lolita girl was sent to Kislev, and ten years later, a drunken old lady was given to Kislev. Is this something an elf can do?

"Princess Katerin is not allowed to touch a single drop of alcoholic liquid, including wine, until she officially returns to Kislev."

This neither light nor cold tone made Katerin's body tremble, not because she was sad that she couldn't get rid of the alcohol, but because of Imrik's words.

Katerin looked a little flustered, like a child who had done something wrong. Perhaps the Phoenix King was a little unhappy with what Mazov taught him, and he did not tell him in advance what he was going to explain at the summit.

"Your Majesty, I am just... a little happy, not that I think I can..."

"Katerin, you don't have to explain anything. I know you want to finish your studies as soon as possible and return to Kislev... I agree with you on this point.

But you are too young and lack control over many things, including the alcoholic beverages that you Kislevites are addicted to. From a psychological and physical point of view, drinking vodka too early is not a good thing. "

Is that so?... It seems I misunderstood.

After Katerin relaxed, she immediately nodded solemnly: "Thank you for your concern. I am not a heavy drinker. This action is just to express my respect to you in the way of Kislev."

Imrik nodded, without saying anything more about the matter, he stood up and waved his hand to signal Catherine to leave the bedroom.

The group quickly followed the footsteps of the Phoenix King and arrived at a training ground around the palace.

In the center of the training ground, there was an iron cage wrapped in black cloth. Judging from the roars coming from time to time, there must be some wild beast inside.

Is this... a bear?

Katerin was very familiar with this voice, but she was not sure about the metaphor, because she had listened to the roar of dragons in Caledor for too long, and she had somewhat forgotten the roar of the cold land.

“Not long ago, Masno entrusted Oliveira with a task. The Witch Council of Kislev controls the dark side of your land... It is obviously a force you must pay attention to.

As your mentor, he thought it necessary to make up for the birthday gift, so he asked Oliveira to go to Kislev in person, find the Witch Council, and ask for a dire bear. "

Kadroin pulled the black cloth aside, and saw a giant white bear covered in snow-white. It was roaring as if it wanted to bite the iron cage to pieces, and it was glaring angrily at the elves around it.

But as the giant bear's gaze swept over the Phoenix King in front of it, an undisguised fear emerged in its eyes, and its roar gradually stopped, turning into a pleading whimper, and it lay in the iron cage like a puppy.

"Open."

As the door of the iron cage opened and Imrik approached, the giant bear, finding a chance to be free, still did not dare to move.

When Imrick raised his eyebrows and pointed to the open space, he stretched out his front paw to make sure he would not be killed. After putting on the bearskin cloak, he slowly walked out. (End of this chapter)