Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

After Imrik pierced the five heads of the beast hydra with a spear, Anasta remained silent, her expression so embarrassed that she almost dug out a palace with her toes.

Just now he had been constantly reminding people not to risk their lives. This multi-headed snake was the overlord of the nearby mountains. In the past, some powerful hunters had managed to smash two of its heads with traps, but they were swallowed by the other three heads in the blink of an eye.

But this noble boy just smiled and nodded, and whispered teasing to the big sister beside him from time to time, not taking it seriously at all.

After the Hydra appeared, Anasta was ready to run away, but she didn't expect...

He actually killed the hydra with a spear without any magical fluctuations.

The maid carefully wiped the blood off His Majesty's face with a handkerchief, and said coquettishly, "You are almost four hundred years old. Can you be more steady? We all know that you can definitely hunt down a multi-headed snake, but there is no need to..."

Imrick interrupted Phyllis's chatter without further ado, winked and said, "What do you think of my criticism just now?"

The maid subconsciously closed her thighs a little, not daring to tell the truth, "Not bad, I've been lying on the throne for a few years, and my martial arts skills haven't become rusty."

She didn't dare to say that she had just seen the heroic figure of the Phoenix King hunting down the hydra, which made her body weak and almost lean on the rock. The fighting posture that she hadn't seen for a long time only made Phyllis feel that she must work harder tonight and give birth to a child who could inherit His Majesty's marksmanship.

"Wild girl, come here."

Anasta came to Imrik with a drooped brow and a depressed face. She had already faced the reality that she would have to be a taxpayer in the city for the rest of her life and be bullied by her noble grandfather.

Imrick raised his chin and said proudly, "What should I call you now?"

"Lao, Master." It is the characteristic of mountain dwellers to accept defeat. Anasta pinched her nose and said reluctantly, "You are very powerful, but you are definitely not the best."

"Haha, you're talking about the most powerful person among the elves. If he can defeat me, you will be free."

Anasta pondered for a long while, and in a trance she thought of the person the hunters mentioned last time, "Inaril, you are definitely not as good as him."

What the hell?
Imrik glanced at Phyllis, trying to find the answer from the maid's eyes, when did a powerful warrior named Inaril appear in Ulthuan.

But the maid didn't know who this Inariel was, so she could only shake her head and ask Anastasia. "Which country is the Inariel you are talking about?"

"Caldor, it's Caldor's. Uncle Scalloway said he defeated the evil Witch King and is the greatest hero of the elves."

Under the gaze of her older brother and older sister, whose faces were becoming increasingly strange, Anasta, who had a low EQ, said weakly, "Haven't you heard that he is really powerful? He can charge into the enemy camp with a spear, chop off the head of the Lord of Terror, and return safely... He is also a dragon prince, and has a giant dragon partner who is bigger than a mountain..."

Phyllis wanted to laugh, but she suppressed the thought and said seriously, "How long ago did you hear the news?"

Anasta began to calculate the years and months by counting on her fingers. Her disconnection from society resulted in a very weak sense of time. In addition, the immortal race was always insensitive to the changes of day and night, so she could not come up with any result after calculating for a long time.

"Probably seven or eight years."

"Then do you know how to address this Inariel according to the pronunciation of the Caledor court language?"

"City people are troublesome. They even speak with pronunciation." "This dragon prince is called Imrik, and he is the teacher in front of you."

Anasta was stunned for a moment, then immediately waved her hand and pointed at Imrik's gorgeous dress and said, "Don't try to fool me. I have seen dragons before. How could a dragon prince wear... clothes with a phoenix pattern?"

"He is also the Phoenix King..." Phyllis covered her forehead with her hands. She wondered how low the social awareness of these hermits was that they didn't even know the symbolic emblem of the elven monarch.

"But isn't the Phoenix King Finubar?"

Cosher took over the conversation and solemnly explained His Majesty's title to the wild girl.

"His Majesty Finubar was killed by the Witch King. Now standing before you is the undisputed monarch of all elves, the eleventh Phoenix King, the incarnation of Asuryan, the supreme god, the incarnation of Dragunir, the father of dragons, the holder of the Phoenix Crown and the Sword of Creation, the ruler of the Ten Kingdoms, the head of the Caledor family, the dragon lord of Ulthuan, the leader of the dragon princes, the commander of the dragon army, the guardian of the Dragonbone Wastes, the Scourge of Druzil, the destroyer of the cursed city, the expeditioner of the badlands, the nightmare of the vampires, the enemy of the Demon Rat Council..."

When a series of titles like explosive names came out of Cosir's mouth, Anasta was already dizzy, and Imrick emphasized.

"Cosir, next time when you mention titles, put the head of the Caledor family after the Phoenix King... and remove this incarnation of Asuryan, the supreme god."

Although he was puzzled, Cohill agreed.

"As ordered."

Imrick pressed his finger on Anasta's forehead and pretended to be vicious. "Now you know how powerful your teacher is."

"I know, but I don't want to learn spearmanship..." Anasta muttered softly, responding to Imrik's question.

"Ok?"

"I see... so this uncle in the black cloak is the White Lion Guard." Anasta counted on her fingers what the hunter said, and then stared at Phyllis with her emerald eyes curiously, "What about this big sister? Is she the wife of the Phoenix King? Should I call her Her Majesty the Eternal Queen?"

"No, I'm not the Everqueen. I'm just the Phoenix King's maid." Phyllis suddenly liked this confused little girl. She went forward and hugged Anasta from behind. In her motionless and nervous expression, she said teasingly, "But if you want to see the Everqueen, I have many ways to do it."

"No, no..." Anasta was very nervous. She could feel that the elder sister who was hugging her had amazing arm strength. Her intuition from years of living and fighting with monsters told her that the extremely beautiful woman behind her was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Seeing the maid and the student joking, Imrik did not stop them. He laughed happily. Perhaps he could organize a class for boys and find dozens of good seedlings for intensive training. When the war breaks out in the future, everyone will say that the Phoenix King is my teacher and I will kill you.

"Kosir, have someone bring back the remains of the Hydra. I want to let those Arion boys know what Caledor's hunt is."

Even after becoming the Phoenix King, Imrik always considered himself a Caledorian elf. This was normal in the eyes of everyone, except Anasta, who was somewhat confused about it.

On the way back, she curiously asked Phyllis, "Big sister, shouldn't the Phoenix King say, 'I represent the elves and treat everyone fairly and justly? Why does the teacher always talk about Caledor?'"

Phyllis pointed at the silver horn hanging on Imrick's waist and said with a sly smile, "He is just a child who has not grown up. He only wants to show off the toys in his hands.

Did you see that dragon horn? Even after becoming the Phoenix King, he never took off the symbol of the Dragon Lord for a quarter of an hour. "(End of this chapter)