Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Imrik was going to hand over the map to the Phoenix Court's intelligence personnel to find out whether it had been rewritten. If they ended up with something that was no different, they would be better off getting out of here, otherwise it would be a waste of time.

After the meteorite fell, the already fragmented land turned into a rugged and winding coastline, just like the Broken Shore of Naggaroth. The difference is that this place used to be the key area for Bretonnia to defend against the Norscans.

I'm afraid that after that, we will have to retreat a thousand meters.

The fleet began to withdraw. The only thing that could kill the Lizardmen was the rats, and that had to be in the absence of Slan support.

Otherwise, a devastating spell would be cast, and no matter how many squeaking rodents came, they would eventually become nutrients for Lustria.

Norsca came and went quickly. This was probably the first time that Bretonnia successfully resisted invaders so quickly. The question that followed was how to deal with the tragedy.

Gross was glad for his decision. Although he had left behind many important equipment, at least his life was saved. He did not die like the Bretonnian serfs next to him, caused by cracks, lava or meteorite impacts.

He ordered his troops to wait here and ran towards the Bretonnian king's position with a hint of relief.

This departure was not unexpected. Lawn Leo Cornwall looked very unhappy, no longer as dignified and solemn as before.

"Captain Gross, you must give Bretonnia an explanation! Why didn't you tell us about the origin of this toad monster and the terrible meteorite?"

The attention of the Holy Grail masters made Gross want to laugh: "Your Majesty, I am a mercenary. You provide the mission objectives and Ice Eye will solve them. It's not the other way around. I provide the mission objectives and I solve them."

Gross combed his hair which was a little messy due to the golden light and smiled: "I'm sorry, a greater majesty needs to see you in person. Please excuse me."

Captain Bingyan, with his nervous guards, walked slowly to Lord Shilan's floating chair with a respectful attitude.

If the rumors are correct, the red-skinned toad in front of him wearing an obsidian crown and with several hand prints on his belly is the lord of the Sun City Hexotar, Slan Mazdamuddi.

Gross, who had learned some basic Lizardman language, stopped thirty meters away from Slan. The unique tongue-twitching sound of his hometown was the key for Lady Kislev to learn a little Lizardman language.

If it were the Imperial people's stiff tongue, they would never be able to pronounce that strange and incomprehensible tone in their entire lives.

"Two lords..." He glanced at the lizardman standing next to Slan's floating chair. He thought he was a follower, but after a closer look, he realized that the golden left hand would never lie.

"Three Lords."

"Speak your language, human cub."

Ku Jia spit out his tongue and seemed quite patient. This hot-blooded cub seemed to be a resident of the New World, that is, a hot-blooded person who obeyed the big plan. There was still a little room for communication.

"Yes." Gross took a deep breath to calm himself. He wanted to ask the lizard man why he came here, but unexpectedly a black shadow flashed past him.

He saw His Majesty the Phoenix King, whom he had only met once and whom he respected very much, jumping off the back of the dragon, standing skillfully on Mazdamuddi's floating chair, and touching Slan's round belly.

"Master Ma, your belly feels the best. You must have been eating well recently."

In the past, Master Ma could force the teleportation to avoid being taken advantage of, but now he can only roll his eyes and let the elf cub touch his belly.

Unlike Master Ma's casual attitude, Odo Harlan was very respectful. The blue-skinned toad nodded in anticipation and expressed his purpose with his mind. "God, I sensed your call and came here with the long-cherished wish of the Moon City."

Imrik stopped stroking the red-skinned toad and nodded gently. Odu Harlan was a senior who deserved respect. He had been sleeping for thousands of years in order to have a chance to witness the truth of the big plan under the influence of the evil moon.

Now that the grand plan is clear, the Lord of Moon City, who has been recuperating for a long time, is ready.

"I have heard about your story, Odo Harlan. The Evil Moon is an obvious threat, but it requires careful preparation... rather than exhausting all the resources of the Lizardmen to resolve a difficult but non-lethal threat.

The runes on the island of Albion may give us some inspiration."

Odo Harlan said he understood. He had heard the ancient saint's thoughts. After dealing with Mazdamuddi's recovery of Albion, he would decide how to deal with the Evil Moon.

"Your will."

After greeting the lizardmen one by one, Imrick leaped and came in front of Gross.

Based on some vague impressions, the Phoenix King vaguely remembered that the human who personally awarded the medal was a young man full of vigor and vitality... rather than the middle-aged man in front of him who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

Before the humans could get down on one knee, Imrik spoke.

"Gros Vergil... a name that doesn't sound very Kislevite. Can you tell me the reason? Many years ago, there were probably too many people who needed to be honored, and too many warriors in Caledor, so I had no time to ask about this matter."

"You remember me..." Gross was quite touched. He knelt on one knee with his followers and said sincerely, "Your Majesty, my father was a soldier originally from Ostermark. He was loyal to you and Prince Draknir all his life. He has the blood of Kislev, and so do I. It will not change because of a name."

"It seems that you have been through a lot..."

After some consideration, I decided not to ask too much about the War Dogs. After all, strictly speaking, this group of people are of Caledonian nationality, and it seems inconvenient for me, a Phoenix King with the surname Caledon, to manage them.

But after thinking about it, especially since Mazdamundi was ready to do something about Orbion, an organization with the fighting power and will to cooperate with the Tal Windwhistle City Legion seemed necessary.

After all, the promise made at the previous summit was to move northward from Kislev, and now they were attacking the island of Orbian in the northwest. It was a good idea to use the excuse of the Dogs of War.

"Gross, how many men do you have?"

This is the point. Gross's trembling shoulders could hardly hide his excitement: "A total of 2,768 people, of which 1,600 are experienced retired soldiers who are familiar with Caledo's frontline tactics and can effectively operate various war machines.

The rest are lightly armed swordsmen from the Southern Kingdom, sharpshooters from Wiesen Territory, and experienced attendants from the Knights of the Blazing Sun. "

"Not bad..." This was not Imrik's false praise. With such a large number of war dogs, they would definitely dominate the Southern Kingdom and any force would hire them with a large sum of money.

"What is your contract with Bretonnia, when does it expire, and how much is the penalty?"

It was clearly a question of hire, causing Gross to raise his head and look into the eyes of the Phoenix King for the first time.

"If you need us, the Ice Eyes can fight at any time! If you think the number of Ice Eyes is not enough to cope with the subsequent battles, there are many elites from the New World in the War Dog Camp, and they will also fight for you." (End of this chapter)