Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Would you like to play a game of chess, Phoenix King..."

The handsome man wore a half-ivory mask. He gracefully picked up a chess piece carved from obsidian, as if inviting the person opposite him.

"I'm not a chess player, and you're not a suitable opponent, Cain."

Imrik also held a chess piece, but the chess piece in his hand was a little special. It was a strange shape with half black and half white, and the warrior held a sword and a scepter.

The Phoenix King pointed his index finger at his temple and exaggeratedly emphasized: "Your brain... everyone knows it, it's not so normal.

Don't try to do anything. My last mercy to you is not for Lilith."

Cain likes Lilith. This is the consensus of the elf pantheon. It is rumored that this brother of Asuryan once pursued the moon girl crazily. Although the result was not satisfactory, the bloody hand god still persisted in some... vulgar ideas.

This is a story that the elves are proud of. They believe that the gods have emotions and preferences like them.

"What if I say no?" Cain's palms were bleeding. His executioner Aenarion was on the land of Bretonnia. Cain's sword carried the will of the murderer, and the guardian never left even though he had been dormant in the holy fire for thousands of years.

The seemingly glorious lineage of Morion actually inherited the darkest bloodline of Aenarion, and the terrible curse of Cain always lingered among the bloodline.

And the extremely dark witch king was able to gain the favor of Asuryan in conspiracy and betrayal. This was really... too ridiculous.

"You won't do this... Cain."

…………

"Karl, the Phoenix King's army has captured Briony... A lizardman army mysteriously appeared in Goronni, and it seems that they are preparing to attack King Laun. We need to make a decision as soon as possible." Kurt reminded that if you want to get a piece of the pie, you need to hurry up.

Continue to observe the situation and wait. The several principalities originally promised by Prince Caledor may only have a small buffer zone left.

"It's a troubled time..." Rubbing his brows, Carl still had some psychological burden. He had received help from King Laun many years ago and received emergency support from King Lionheart in a greenskin encounter to protect Marienburg.

His sense of justice would not allow such a decision.

"What is the result of the interrogation? Does the Countess still believe in Sigmar devoutly?"

This is the final bottom line. The Countess, who has an unclear connection with the elves, has been escorted to Nuln by the Rick Guards and the Battle Priests. The cloak stained with the blood of the pious is proof that if she has justice and faith in her heart, she is interfering for the sake of profit.

But if she is really assigned by the Lady of the Lake, a fanatical religious war will be inevitable, and His Majesty Walkerma will personally judge the heretics who corrupt the believers of the Double-Tailed Comet.

"She didn't show enough piety... and turned into charcoal in the holy relics left by His Majesty Magnus."

"That's really... regrettable." Carl took a deep breath. Since he had been convicted of religious infiltration, he could at least win the support of the Southern Territory for this expedition. Especially when His Majesty Walkermar had repeatedly pointed out that the emperor paid too much attention to the court and did not show his devout belief in Sigmar, Carl urgently needed help from the double-tailed comet.

"Send troops... Ask General Kislev for advice and delay the expedition to the Norsca Wasteland."

"Yes, he will definitely understand the difficulties of your majesties."

…………

Whether it can be understood or not is not very important to the general. The ice princess who has been staying in Ulthuan for recent years has finally returned to Kislev for a short time. He needs to know whether this princess is worthy of respect.

The unusually cold weather in Kislev was freezing even in early spring, which made Katerin, who had lived in the warm and dry Dragon Spine Mountains in recent years, not very adaptable. Her icy blue eyes swept over the slightly alert national defense army, and she sighed inexplicably in her heart.

Under Mazov's teaching, she knew how much pressure this force, known as the shield of the civilized world, had endured in the past two hundred years.

At all times, the eyes from Ulthuan would examine whether they were worthy of so much help. The Caledor Noble Council had once asked about the disappearance of a large amount of expenditure that the kingdom routinely made every year. According to the predictions of the dragon princes, the Maozi could not live too badly, but also could not live too well.

It is not only Mazov who bears the pressure, but also the two Caledos who are always paying attention to the situation in the old world. After experiencing the hardships of the Great Holy War and the Vampire War, Raskol, who has been selling everything to raise funds for reconstruction, almost sold the entire kingdom directly. The pressure of chaos in the north, the vampires lurking in the mountains in the east, and the greenskins and beastmen who appear all the time, all make the Patriotic Army, who can only fight, feel very difficult.

Time is passing, and the only thing that has not changed is the extremely strict election system for generals. Only those who have infinite enthusiasm for the motherland and have supreme honor and faith can get the same title as the general.

"General Petrov, I want to see the farm in the southern state. Can it be arranged immediately?"

Farm?

Petrov's eyes showed surprise. The food of Kislev City is all supplied by the Patriotic Army. The food provided to the Tsar's court every year is no less than that of the emperor of the southern neighbor. Caledo will definitely not be in arrears in treatment. Shouldn't the Snow Princess's primary concern be magic?

"Yes, but can you tell me the reason? It's not the planting season yet, and farmers in the southern states are busy loosening the land. I'm afraid it's hard to see the ten thousand acres of wheat you want to see."

Katelin knew that this was a temptation. According to Mazov's words, Mrs. Kislev, who had a strong belief in saints, had regarded the original builder of the Patriot Army as a saint. The successor of Raskol, who was born as a farmer, must also understand The importance of farming, lead by example.

"Food is our lifeblood. I can use magic to awaken the power of the motherland and summon powerful elemental beasts to resist the northern barbarians, but I cannot grow a grain of wheat for the barren land.

The gods determine our natural responsibilities. The peasants hold up the backbone of Kislev and ensure that our warriors can persist in the siege of the motherland. I need to understand the land I will rule and feel this sad... reality firsthand like my father did. "

Petrov was silent for a long time. He was not touched by these words, but if what Katelin said was true to her heart, some of his worries would dissipate.

"Please, we still have some time. Before the dispute in the south is over... you should know the plight of the motherland and think about how to lead the children of Kislev through this dark era... as you grow up... Tsarina."

Katelin did not smile in recognition. She saw worry in Petrov's eyes. Many people were foreshadowing a terrible fate to come... (End of this chapter)