Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Chapter 1107 Selecting Warriors

The journey from Lothern to Tor Ailir was long, especially when passing through the Inner Ring of Caledon. In order to reward these soldiers who were willing to guard for their entire lives, His Majesty the Phoenix King specially held an open-air banquet.

A very interesting scene occurred at the banquet. When the sergeant was toasting His Majesty, Imrik had a vague impression of him and asked in surprise, "Are you the one who stood on the beach waiting for Avalon's return?"

The sergeant responded with a smile, saying that a hundred years ago he had the honor of helping the two Majesties cross the Anuli Mountains, and today he had the honor of meeting the Phoenix King.

This made the Phoenix King so happy that he almost forgot the urging message from Avalon and hunted to his heart's content in this green land.

However, no matter how long it took, when they arrived at Tal Ariel, His Majesty the Phoenix King, who had just finished his condolences, entered the Pegasus Palace and his face immediately fell.

Seeing that the Phoenix King was in a bad mood, Bella of the Red Mane Family cordially invited His Majesty to go hunting in the Endless Grassland tomorrow. If the God of Hunting favors him, there will definitely be some gains.

Imrik had little interest in hunting. Only when there were no people fighting on the battlefield would he try to find a sense of accomplishment on defenseless beasts. The clanging sound of swords colliding was far more beautiful than the sound of a sharp arrow piercing the fur of a beast.

I'm somewhat interested in catching horses, after all, these are the only precious things produced in Arion. Forget about hunting. I might as well think of a reason to sneak into Avalon instead.

However, Phyllis had different ideas about this, and as everyone knows, the opinions of maids are much more important than those of ministers.

When the maid standing next to the Phoenix King asked where the venue was, Bella knew something was going to happen.

"It is located in a forest hunting ground fifteen kilometers away from Tal Ailir. Our hunters have just seen a white deer appear. This must be a good omen for His Majesty's arrival in Ailion."

"A good omen?" Imrik smiled disdainfully. "I'm afraid you put it there on purpose. Should I sit on the golden chair and wait for you to lead the white deer to me and pierce its throat with a shining gilded spear?"

Young Bella was embarrassed for a moment. How come even after becoming the Phoenix King, Imrik's mouth was still so stinky? Even if we really put it in there, we can't say that.

The maid pretended to cough from drinking and asked His Majesty to be careful with his words. After all, Red Mane was the backbone of Ulthuan, and it was not wise to insult such an important person like this.

When heading to the Phoenix King with His Highness, Phyllis was reminded by several senior colleagues to keep a close eye on Imrik's mouth. As the Dragon Prince, it was okay for him to speak without restraint, after all, everyone was used to it.

But as the Phoenix King, he represents the inheritance of thousands of years of honor.

It turned out that Imrick cared a lot about the maid. He supported Phyllis's hand with a little concern, "Are you okay? Is it because of Arion's horse urine that irritates your throat?"

Phyllis rolled her eyes, regardless of the occasion.

"Ahem, if you can stop targeting Arion all the time, I believe everything will be fine."

"Forget it. Look, Gilgarion has gotten used to it a long time ago." As he spoke, Imrik raised his glass to Prince Arion who was not far away. They looked at each other with disgust, but it did not hinder the cooperation between the forces they represented.

Well, it’s really hard to make sense of the things going on with you princes.

After complaining in her heart, Phyllis turned around and said to Bella, "Your Majesty has agreed to join us for the hunt, but please ensure the safety of the area around the hunting grounds and check for possible threats."

As for the safety around the hunting grounds... I think it's best not to anger His Majesty and burn down the hunting grounds...

Even though she was so critical in her heart, Bella still acted honored and said, "Please rest assured, your Majesty's safety is what Arion takes most seriously. We will ensure that there are no hidden dangers."

Imrick was amazed and didn't quite believe Bella's assurance. "Perhaps you should pay attention to your silver-helmeted knights and plunderers, and don't point your spears and lances at my back. I heard that the Elves of Arion are fierce and always like to challenge warriors."

Speaking of warriors, Imrik had a new idea and said with interest, "Why not cancel the hunting and change it to a tournament, and the candidates can be selected from the White Lion Guards and Phoenix Guards..." "I think hunting is better..." Bella finally collapsed. As the home team, Arion could not choose a horse battle and had to show respect to His Majesty.

The Silver Helmet Knights and the Plunderers dismounted from their horses and faced off against the White Lion Guards and the Phoenix Guards. It was impossible for them to win using horse hooves.

"How boring! When will you change your habit of venting your anger on wild beasts, and those are weak beasts..." Imrick's eyes turned and he had a better idea. "Change the venue to the Anuli Mountains."

Bella's scalp tingled. She resisted the pressure and explained, "But if we do that, we can't guarantee our safety."

"Do you think I need your protection?"

The facts show that, in terms of communication between rulers and subjects alone, Imrik did a very poor job, but from the perspective of a warrior leader he was very successful.

But when Kosir announced that he would launch a hunt in the Annulli Mountains to eliminate the monsters that threatened the elves, the honorable warriors were very excited.

This hunt will be presided over by the Phoenix King, and those who are appreciated for the richness of the spoils will be rewarded personally by His Majesty.

If we talk about Imrik's prestige, we can easily see it from the fact that the banquet, which was originally a place for people to get friendly with each other, turned into an exciting discussion before the Warcraft subjugation war.

Speaking of the person who is most likely to seize the biggest gift, it is none other than Kosir, who is wearing a black lion cloak. As a well-known warrior, the captain of the White Lion Guard is particularly good at fighting monsters. The harsh environment of his homeland has honed his will and martial arts.

Of course, Imrik would not let the White Lion Guards go. This hunt for Warcraft was just to find some good candidates in Arion. So far, the Arion Knights under the Phoenix Court are still scarce.

On the one hand, it was due to past disputes, and on the other hand it was also Gilgarion's poor performance in the War Council.

Today's Phoenix King is not good at building good relationships with others, but he always finds a way to get what he wants.

The next morning, Imrick said dazedly with his face covered with a pillow as Phyllis twisted her waist and called out.

"It's only a few hours now. I'm the Dragon Lord, not someone who cleans up after ministers...Phoenix King."

Phyllis, who was smiling unhappily, was really speechless. No matter how noble her status was, the person beside her was still obsessed with her identity as the Dragon Lord.

In order to awaken the sleeping dragon lord, the maid accurately grasped the weakness and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"Minathnir has found a partner."

Imrick woke up with a start, threw away his pillow, widened his eyes in disbelief, and roared, "What! That old guy has also come to his senses?!"

But the maid's smile made Imrik helplessly let go, knowing that he had been deceived again.

"You and His Highness Minasnir have a very harmonious relationship. Last time I said that the Everqueen was going to re-select the Champion Warrior, you didn't even blink."

"Because whoever dares to snatch the title of Champion Warrior, I will beat him into pieces, but Minasnir is looking for a partner..." Imrik's eyes turned once, as if he felt there was a chance.

"It's as strange as the trees growing in the Dragon's Back Mountains."

(End of this chapter)