Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The hunting ceremony continued, but an unexpected visitor disrupted the communication among the royal court members.

If there were hermits in the Annulli Mountains, Imrik would believe it, but he thought it was nonsense. It must be some Slaanesh followers hiding in the mountains and plotting something.

But when the man in black robe came closer and Kosher grabbed his neck with an axe, Imrik had to believe that there really was a group of people who turned a deaf ear to the outside world and were willing to be wild monkeys in the mountains.

Cosier was very fast. When the man in black robe just appeared at the edge of his vision, he had already ignored the rugged mountain terrain. He pressed the assassin's neck with his backhand and raised the Cuiyin Axe with one hand to his shoulder.

The speed obviously frightened the man in black robe, but he remained calm and said, "I just want to exchange something."

woman?

Cosier lifted the assassin's hood and discovered a young girl with blond hair. Judging from her anxiously struggling face, she might not know who she wanted to exchange with.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?"

The deep and dull voice made the girl's body tremble even more, and her blue eyes almost shed tears. "I'm Anasta, I live nearby, and I want to exchange some salt..."

"Cohill, bring her here."

The cautious captain of the guard, even after being ordered by His Majesty, still held the girl's neck with one hand, showing no mercy to women.

He had seen too many assassins with stunning looks, but beneath their delicate exterior lay an absolutely ruthless heart.

When Anastasia arrived in front of the Phoenix King, she was still being lifted up from behind by Cosier. She looked at the noble who was sitting cross-legged with a little anger and spoke unclearly.

"I am a noble of Arion. I am not a girl who can be easily bullied..."

What the hell, when did I become an Arion?

Imrick laughed at himself in his heart and motioned to Cosir to put the girl down, "Put her down, she's just a little girl."

"But a little girl can also be an assassin. The two are not contradictory."

"Do you think she is a threat to me?"

The king and his minister stared at each other, neither of them giving in. Imrik had enough confidence in his own strength. Even if the little girl was an impostor of Slaanesh, she would die on the spot in a few minutes.

But Kosher stuck to his belief. He had seen too many conspiracies against the Phoenix King.

Phyllis pushed the stone and stood up, standing between the two people who were looking at each other, walked in front of the young lady, put her hand into the cloak, rubbed it carefully, and nodded to Cosier.

"There is nothing suspicious about her, Cosher. You should pay attention. His Majesty has his own plans for everything he does. As subjects, we only need to obey after fulfilling our obligations."

No matter how much the maid dislikes the Phoenix King, she will never be vague when it comes to protecting him. If the White Lion Guards make the decision if just a little girl approaches, where will Prince Caledon Dragon put his face?

When Phyllis took off the girl's cloak, Imrik saw her true face. There was no need to describe her appearance in detail. Elves all had distinctive looks, and it was harder to find an ugly one than to find one with a look comparable to that of the Eternal Queen.

But their clothing was a little strange, rough linen and animal skins, which reminded Imrik of a group of people, hunters who were undergoing trials in the Chrace Mountains.

Anasta sat down in panic and listened to her grandfather say that there was always a group of people who wanted them to give up their free lives and become sufferers in the city.

"What's your name?"

"Anastasia."

Imrik nodded and handed a piece of roasted venison to the little girl. "That's a nice name. My name is Imrik."

The girl nodded silently, seemingly unaware of the resounding name. Instead, she was greedy for the fragrant food in her hands, staring at it intently. "Eat it. This is the order of the Phoenix King."

Phoenix King? Can I eat it?

The little girl grumbled in her heart and glanced cautiously at the person in charge. In the end, she couldn't suppress her appetite and took big bites of the crispy outside and tender inside venison.

"Phyllis, are there similar people in Caledor?" Imrik asked the maid in the court language. Hermits have always been a mystery. Legend has it that they were summoned by Asuryan and voluntarily went to the Annulli Mountains to feel the grace of God and understand the will of the gods.

Otherwise it is very difficult to explain how they could survive in the dangerous Annulli Mountains without the protection of gods.

"As far as I know, there are only some near the Temple of Addaeus."

"So this little girl is still blessed by Kunos?" Imrik smiled. If they were divided based on the gods they believed in, the hermits of Caledo believed in Adaeus and lived in seclusion next to the Obsidian Temple.

So what about Cosquet, the sailor who believes in Marselan? Should he find a good place to sink himself?

Watching with interest as Anasta finished eating and licked the grease off her fingers, the Phoenix King asked, "Are you full?"

"not yet."

The girl stared at the barbecue in her elder sister's hand with envy. If she had known that people in the city ate so well, why would she hide in the mountains?

However, what Anasta got was not a piece of steaming food, but a shining spear standing upright.

When the Phoenix King threw the Spear of Valor Solarion in front of Anasta, Phyllis was shocked and stopped him immediately, "Imric, she is just a wild girl, how could she have such a talent? Besides, the Spear of Valor is difficult for even Draknir to use..."

"How can we know if we don't try? I like the look in her eyes, a look of dissatisfaction with forcing food down our throats." Imrik put his hand into the campfire. "Tell me, Anasta, do you have the courage to hold this spear?"

"It's just a spear. How can it compare to touching the butt of a manticore?"

Phyllis's brows twitched unnaturally. This spear could pierce the manticore from the buttocks to the throat with one strike.

"Really?"

Anasta clapped her hands, and under Phyllis's extremely disgusted gaze, she tried to lift the spear with her greasy hands.

But then she paid the price for her ignorance.

The Spear of Valor, forged from a fallen star, is Imrik's most proud weapon. After being obtained from the Angel of Valor, this artifact has accompanied the Dragon Lord in his battles in every corner of the world.

The seemingly gold-plated surface is actually the essence of the sun that is as rich as steel. When Anasta's hands touched the surface patterns, only bones were left in the flames.

"this?"

Anasta did not feel any pain, but the bony remains of her hand indicated that if she continued to hold on, the fire would spread up her arm.

She used all her strength to tightly grasp the golden lines on the gun handle, thinking it was just an illusion, but she soon realized that it was just a trivial warning.

The golden light like a fire snake penetrated into the bone marrow, and the cold flame made people feel cold. First, the finger bones fell, and then the two palms.

While she was shaking violently, she glanced at Imrik who was watching with interest. When her arms had turned into nothingness, she turned her body and bit the Spear of Valor with her teeth.

He said vaguely, "I got it." (End of this chapter)