Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Imric, you should pay attention to something..."

The serious and emotionless tone allowed the Phoenix King to clearly know who was coming without even turning his head.

Stopping the routine call to the Dragon Palace, Imrick smiled and coaxed his grandson to come back soon, and he would definitely bring a lot of fun things.

"So, my honorable war lord, what is your evaluation of the empire?"

Eltharion sat on a rock in a remote corner of the mountains, where the Phoenix King's camp was far away from his command area.

As ordered, Eltharion came from Ulthuan with Stormwings, wrapped in the eternal and cruel mist, vowing to destroy all darkness.

Of course, the premise is that as a warrior, when you become a war lord, you naturally have to consider more things, such as analyzing the military strength of various forces.

The Watcher supported his chin with his hands and thought for a long time. Of course, he didn't need to lead the team to open up the mountain road to Karak Dreadnought. He just watched the whole process of the fight between humans and greenskins.

"Very strong... Even with Ulthuan's size, it's not easy to defeat them easily. I see some familiar shadows in the people of the Empire...

The courage to not fear death, the abundant firepower, the well-trained knights, and the not-so-bad mage system make them more powerful than I imagined."

"Well... your evaluation is very pertinent, unlike a certain important figure who believes that the spear of the Elf Knight is enough to solve all problems."

Subtly pointing out Tyrion who was in a carefree manner in Marienburg, Imrick casually said, "Do you know the current population of the Empire? There are more than five million people in the Reikland directly under the Emperor, not counting some illegal immigrants who cannot obtain legal status...

And how many people do I rule over? "

Without hesitation, Eltharion was a trusted war lord with extremely high authority in obtaining intelligence sources.

"Six million, four hundred and thirty thousand elves, three million, two hundred and sixty thousand humans."

"Yes, 6.43 million... I tried my best to reduce the impact of the War in Heaven. Before the start of the cycle of fate, I tried my best to reduce the scope of Druzai's activities to Nagarythe, but the entire elven race still lost millions.

Tell me, Eltharion, how long it takes for an elf to become a proper warrior."

"This..." The cold-blooded Watcher was unusually silent. He knew the Phoenix King's intention and wanted to make the elves understand that humans would undoubtedly become the main force in the fight against chaos.

Out of the racial dignity of the elves, Eltharion did not want to answer this question directly, at least not now.

"It depends on your requirements for them. Every elf is determined to serve the Phoenix King. When they pick up the spear, they are already qualified warriors."

"Heh." Imrik shook his head and sneered, and said with a little emotion: "Issarion, I never thought that such words would come out of your mouth. Before the militia of Yvresse proves that they can survive on their own, they are not even qualified to set foot in the mist...

And now, humans are acting as a vanguard to resist the erosion of the fog for us... You should have sensed some clues, the dark fog in the north is getting thicker and thicker."

After saying some deceiving words, he glanced at the thoughtful War Lord, patted his thigh and stood up: "I have decided to build a Val Temple in Wisen Territory as a technical support for humans.

Naggaroth is under the care of Masno, so you don't need to worry too much, but the dangers of the Old World cannot be ignored. Warlord Eltharion, you should shoulder the responsibility of protecting Ulthuan and nipping any threat that affects the continuation of our race in the bud."

"I..." Eltharion couldn't guess what the Phoenix King was thinking. He was planning to have him deepen his ties with the Old World, especially stay away from the Southern Kingdom which had become the back garden of the elves.

"Understood. I will organize a meeting after the war to set up an organization dedicated to liaison with the Empire, Kislev, and the Dwarves."

"Very good, then let's wait for the battle later... I am looking forward to your state when you meet the Big Belly King Guru."

Imrik smiled and patted Eltharion on the shoulder, and gave him a mark of revelation belonging to Asuryan, perhaps he could gain some inspiration from it and witness the fate that should belong to the Watcher.

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The night always seems particularly quiet, and the impending decisive battle makes everyone very nervous. As for the Imperials, they have the courage to fight for Sigmar and the Emperor, but they do not have the courage to accept the fate of failure and flee.

The soldiers huddled in the corners, gathering around the campfire to keep warm, were sharing gossip as usual; in the wilderness where there was a lack of entertainment, this was the only way to kill time.

A thin man secretly took out a gem as thick as a thumb from a cloth bag. The pure white color looked extremely dazzling in front of the campfire.

Amid the jealous and extremely angry looks of his comrades, the man said complacently: "Alas, you don't know how much trouble it is for us to clean up the elves' butts. Those guys with halberds don't like to talk. They chop greenskins in half when they see them, and point to the corpses on the ground and ask us to clean them up.

As for me, I followed those guards in white armor and picked up a lot of treasures from the goblins along the way, hehe."

He did not take out all the treasures, as he planned to sell them to the merchants accompanying the army later. Naturally, he would have a large sum of gold coins when he returned to Uberek.

The majestic man in the lead looked very prestigious. He stomped his feet a few times and made those greedy guys withdraw their dirty hands and feet.

The man turned his head and looked at another soldier who was responsible for supporting the elves: "Derrick, what's your harvest? Show it to the brothers."

Derrick had a thick beard and three scars on his face, which should be the marks left by wild beasts. He shook his head and said, "I didn't get anything. Knight Kasara believed that supporting the White Lion Guards in hunting the beasts would be the greatest help to the battle.

Along the way, I ate a lot of stinky troll farts and Squig's bad breath."

The soldiers fell silent. Scavenging was a long-standing project in the army. It was common knowledge in the empire that the elf grandfather would never take care of small things.

But this time it was a little different... In the past, when the elves were operating with the team sent by Caledor, they would just sneer at the scavenging human soldiers and demand that the bodies of the victims be collected as soon as possible before using fire spells to deal with the battlefield.

This was just an excuse, at least it gave many soldiers the opportunity to make a fortune. Many people were waiting for the Elf Grandpa to take the lead while they picked up the trash behind.

However, this time the guards, who had never appeared in the old world, made the supporters suffer. The black and white guards didn't like to talk. The former would kill teammates if they said one more word, and the latter's one more word would be useless.

The White Lion Guards specialize in killing giant beasts, and their valuable fur will be collected and taken away... As for those cavalrymen who are close to fighting naked, it is better not to get close. (End of this chapter)