Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

After much consideration, Victor came up with an idea to ask the Phoenix King to grant Elena a purity amnesty.

As long as the elves acknowledged that Elena had not been corrupted by Chaos, the Church would not risk offending the other side's gods and force another purity test.

Besides, systematic magic was originally taught to humans by the elves. As long as the elves make a guarantee, the magic academy will not miss this opportunity to show friendship.

Victor had no interest in the food on the table. He glanced at Elena and found that she was still dressed like a farm child who had just come to the city. "Go change your clothes and use the dress provided by the palace servants."

Elena's arms trembled. She thought of some bad rumors and her eyes seemed to be filled with tears: "Are you going to sell me out..."

"You have three minutes."

Five minutes later, the stern witch hunter walked out of the barracks near the palace with a child, and strolled to the palace where the Phoenix King was under the strange gaze of Rick's guards.

The person blocking the door was naturally the Phoenix Guard. The silent sentry was as calm as a still well, and the strange particles floating around his body from time to time fully explained one thing.

The Phoenix King treats the Teutonic Guards as his own personal guards, and only the guards standing guard outside are God's chosen ones.

Victor had heard rumors about the Phoenix Guard from the Laurent Forest, so he didn't waste time talking to the Silent Sentinel like other visitors did. He simply took out the note he had just received and handed it over.

After checking and confirming that the handwriting and seal on the note came from His Majesty's herald, the Phoenix Guard opened the palace gate.

After opening the palace, Victor discovered the strangeness of this palace. It was like a butterfly standing out among a flock of chickens in a flea nest...

Strictly speaking, the Imperial Palace is a military fortress, so it was built with more defensive than political significance. Behind every sculpture that looks simple and rigorous, there may be a secret passage.

But the residence of the Phoenix King seemed very... ostentatious, much more ostentatious than the elven palace he had seen in Lauren Loren, with exquisite porches and decorations of handsome dragons everywhere, well-manicured garden paths, and fountains spitting water in the shape of dragon hatchlings.

Except for the occasional guard passing by, the atmosphere seemed a little solemn, as if we were in an elegant paradise.

Elena's eyes widened. How could a rainbow appear in such a small fountain? And the yellow thing on the porch must be gold.

When the two of them didn't know where to go, someone called him.

"Victor inner court guard?"

The Flame Knight wearing dragon armor was glowing in the setting sun, and his golden armor was stained with a layer of red, like blood washing across Victor's vision.

He didn't walk fast, but every step he took carried a strong pressure.

As a guard team that has accompanied the monarch in battles for many years, the Flame Knights have not experienced any reduction or expansion since their establishment with only sixty people.

Some people whose physical functions have deteriorated due to old age have also found relief due to their devout faith... Many people speculate that it was His Majesty who provided a backdoor and used the power of Asuryan to solidify the Dragon Prince's physical condition.

This means that all of the Flameborn Knights are Ulthuan's most elite warriors, and the undisputed trump cards in the hands of the Phoenix King.

This also meant that this was a strong man that Victor had rarely seen. Very strong... even stronger than the Dragon Prince he had seen in the Laurent Forest.

Victor had come into contact with some elite elf troops, such as the Giant Serpent Army under Elvis, and the Black Front of Oliveira's guards... They were very strong, but not as strong as the Flame Knights in front of him.

After a brief judgment, Victor decided that he had no chance of taking down the Flame Knight, so he handed out the note again: "I am Victor Salzpyre, and I am here on the orders of the Phoenix King."

The Flame Knight took the note and glanced at it briefly. The fact that His Majesty was very interested in a human had already spread among the Flame Knights.

"I am the Flame Knight Boca Chiri, Victor... who is this person next to you?"

The Flame Knight glanced at Elena's thin body. His rich experience allowed him to determine that this little human girl was a user of the Wind of Magic. According to the regulations, every wizard who approached His Majesty must undergo strict scrutiny...

The main concern is about the influence of Tzeentch. No one can figure out what kind of big trouble the big blue bird can cause.

"She is a person who is friendly to the wind of magic whom I accidentally saved..." Victor explained in detail how he saved Elena and made a request: "I beg the Phoenix King to give her a chance, a chance to live."

"Your compassion has changed my impression of witch hunters..." Boccacci nodded slightly and did not comment on this matter. If Phyllis was present, she would definitely suspect that Elena might be arranged by Tzeentch.

It must be that the demon Tzeentch knew that Your Majesty was interested in the witch hunters, so he arranged a little girl whose background was unknown halfway, relying on the witch hunters' overflowing sympathy to approach the Phoenix King!
The Flame Knight did not have such worries. This was truly Tzeentch's plan. With His Majesty's ability to control Chaos... He could only hope that this demon could successfully escape back to the Chaos Realm.

After a careful inspection, he thought that Elena was indeed an ordinary human child. The Flame Knight turned around and waved to the two to follow.

As they walked, Boca Chiri asked, "That sword on your waist...how did you get it?"

"A gift from a friend."

Boca Chili shook his head, expressing some confusion: "Elvis is willing to give a weapon made from the fragments of his grandfather's sword to a human being?"

Victor stopped and his originally stern expression turned into surprise. He vaguely understood why some of the elven nobles he met in the past few days when he was serving as an inner court guard had looked at him with surprise.

"Is this weapon...very valuable?"

Bocaqili stopped and glanced at the elven sword worn on Victor's waist. The familiar patterns and dragon scales on the sword hilt indicated who the real owner was: "From a practical point of view, this weapon is nothing special. It may be of some help to you, but for Elvis, it is actually a burden.

But his grandfather died because he sacrificed himself to protect the current Prince Caledor, which was a great honor for his family... Imagine a symbol of the monarch's recognition of the family's honor falling into the hands of a human, do you think it is precious?"

"This." Victor's brows were wrinkled like a caterpillar. He just pointed at a weapon casually in the command room. He never thought that Elvis would put such an important thing in public.

"Can I return this sword to him through your hands?"

"As you said, this is a gift from a friend... The elves have different standards for friends than humans. When one day you think you have earned the honor worthy of the gift, return it to him with something of equal value." (End of this chapter)