Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Nice weather...I should find a fishing rod and have some fun."

Imrik lazily walked out of the tent, looking at the sunny sky, feeling deeply moved.

Things went smoothly. With the assistance of Bayershazer and Espeth, Ka the Hammer successfully proved his abilities to the High King, blocked the entire exit of the Grey Mountains, and approached Karak Dreadnought step by step.

It is also possible that, in order to demonstrate his strength, the Emperor pulled out the Empire's few modified tanks, relying on their powerful firepower and sturdy bodies to hold off the greenskin army that had taken medicine and was waaagh.

Judging from the results, it was generally good. As long as we ignore the fact that the elves did not contribute much during the period and always keep slacking off and watching the show, the Phoenix King did not even appear on the front battlefield. He stayed by a lake in a remote location in the rear, enjoying his retirement every day.

The fishing rod was handed to her by the maid. It was in very good condition, with a non-slip layer of exquisite dragon scales embossed on the gilded surface, which made people think it was a weirdly shaped magic prop.

But this was only one of the most inconspicuous royal items. Although Imrik didn't care much about these superficial efforts, the handicrafts delivered by Val Anvil every year still filled the entire warehouse.

Baiting is a necessary skill for a fisherman, and patience is even more important. In the past, the Phoenix King would choose to drain the lake to get what he wanted in the quickest way.

Now, he chooses to carefully adjust the proportions of ingredients and specially serve the fish in the lake based on the characteristics of the empire's wild animals that he has studied in the past few days.

The fishing rod had just been cast out, and the Phoenix King was sitting on the stone pier humming a folk song from his hometown. He looked very happy. This life was much more comfortable than facing a bunch of idiots every day in Lothern.

Although he didn't want to hear those troublesome things, the persistent North still had to complete his routine tasks. The herald stood behind His Majesty and told him what had happened today.

"Your Majesty, the touring opera troupe organized by the Literary and Art Association has arrived in Middenheim..."

“Can you sell the tickets?”

Imrick was somewhat speechless about this group of artists, saying that in order to actually experience the customs and practices of the old world, they targeted the lower-middle class.

But there is a contradiction, that is, the cost of the performance is almost impossible to recover. With the support of the Queen, the opera performance in Oshuan should be called a magic show. Without a few professional wizards to provide special effects, no one would be willing to perform.

The wizard's salary is not low, and the ticket price is very low. Add to that the loss of materials and a series of consumables for scene setting, and I don't know which unlucky guy is supporting it.

“The situation is better than expected, and every performance is full.”

"You want to see the elf girl, right? These unruly people from the empire should be dragged to the mines to move stones."

The extremely speechless Phoenix King could only shake his head and did not want to express his opinion. He had sent a few people to keep an eye on the tour of those fools, not to win a good reputation for Ulthuan, but also to avoid bringing disgrace to the royal court.

"Regarding the subsequent matters regarding the tour, unless they directly request my intervention, you will make your own decisions."

"Yes."

The herald officer opened the record book. Now was not a busy time, so he just briefly said that the days of traveling were like paid holidays.

"Regarding the invitation from Great Yurik..."

I wanted to talk about the floating soil, but someone was one step faster than the herald.

Creon, who was in charge of the handover with the front line, walked up quickly with a serious and somewhat gloomy look on his face.

"Your Majesty, LaCalera and Nikonov...are sacrificed."

Imrik's originally smiling face gradually turned serious, and the tough metal fishing rod in his hand broke into pieces.

"Sacrificed? This..." Lakalera, one of the lieutenants of the Shadow Walkers, has been stationed in Caledor as an important representative of Nagarythe for many years. He has experienced countless bloody battles and made great contributions.

Imrik planned to arrange a leisurely position for him after the end of the world, so that he would not follow the paranoid Shadow King to do troublesome things.

As for Nikonov... he was one of the few human priests of the Sotek sect, one of the humans with the greatest hope of joining the Chakua Serpent God Legion. Since his birth in Lustria, he had loyally served the giant snake for nearly two hundred years.

On the surface, Gragrim is the strongest among the four-man team, but the characteristics of the butcher show that it is better to let them die than to expect them to complete the task.

Priests and Shadow Walkers...

"specific situation."

Creon did not hesitate. Although he was surprised by the death of Shadow Walker, every soldier was prepared for the possibility of his teammates sacrificing themselves and dying themselves.

“Two days ago, they found traces of ratmen in the mine leading to the bonfire. Victor thought this was a great opportunity and ordered the team to destroy the ratmen’s conspiracy.

The ratmen, led by the Grey Prophet, placed screaming bells and a large number of dimensional stone bombs in the mine. The micro-earthquakes we detected were caused by the explosives ignited by the Shadow Walkers..."

Imrick thought about it for a while, and although he felt inexplicably sad, he had experienced so much and became more and more indifferent to these sacrifices.

How to reflect on the meaning of sacrifice and the value it can create far exceeds constant remembrance for a monarch.

"Victor is taking all the responsibility. With his reconnaissance ability, it is impossible for him to detect the rat's unusual movements... We should consider Kalera and Nikonov's ideas."

"He has already pleaded guilty to Karl Franz, believing that this failure has brought disgrace upon the name of Sigma."

The Phoenix King shook his head, extremely puzzled: "I was the one who sent the person out, so he should ask me for apology. Karl Franz is not qualified to influence my decision.

Tell Victor... Never mind."

The key point now is not the cockroach who may find the Eternal Castle, but the unusual movements of the ratmen.

Tehenhauin did not send out any information about the whereabouts of the Grey Mountain Skaven. It seems that the Skaven had planned this action for a long time, otherwise they would not have been able to hide so deeply.

"Where's our rat-catching team?"

Of course Creon knew who the rat-catching team was, and he could deal with those who believed in giant snakes better than the Dragon Prince, who was always good at frontal combat.

"Still on call, Lauren Lauren."

"Tell Elvis the news of Nikonov's death, and tell him that Victor and Gragrim are still alive."

"This..." Creon hesitated. This was totally inconsistent with Caledo's usual style. The fact that Victor and Gragrim were able to pass on the information alive made the sacrifice of Lacalela and Nikonov worthwhile.

Plus, he also destroyed a ratman facility, so he shouldn't be punished.

"I will explain Lacalela's death to the Shadow King, but Nikonov is not an elf, and I did not instruct him to join this team."

This is all nonsense. Imrick just wants to see how Victor will deal with what happens next... (End of this chapter)