Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Facts show that the nobles' persuasion was very effective. Gilgarion completely broke down and handed over the power of military affairs to Bella Redmand.

Since you like attending war councils so much, don't stay in Arion anymore. Follow Imrik to Lothern.

This situation caused the friendship between His Majesty the Phoenix King and Knight Arion to flourish like a rocket.

After hearing that the mount accompanying His Majesty was Mortelius, many of the Knights of Arion wanted to witness the demeanor of this steadfast mount.

But the actual situation changed from a horse viewing event to a horse riding competition.

Imrick, holding the training spear, was somewhat disgusted by the light feeling of the wooden pole in his hand. Even Arion's heaviest solid wood training lance could hardly adapt to the terrifying power of the Phoenix King.

Mortelius was replaced with dragon-shaped horse armor. The angular white armor was shining with divine light, and his eyes were bright and sharp.

Although Steadfast Mount has not appeared in the list of companions of His Majesty the Phoenix King on the battlefield for a long time, there is no doubt that no one dares to neglect this steed.

Just a set of dragon-shaped horse armor is a treasure that an ordinary warrior would find difficult to find in his lifetime, and the huge ruby ​​hanging in front of the neck seems to say that our Caledorian warhorse is superior to others.

Imrick whistled, signaling Mortelius, who was still drinking water, to come over.

When the horse wearing dragon-shaped horse armor walked in front of her, Anasta swallowed subconsciously. The teacher's mount gave her a very different feeling, strong, resolute and swift.

But what really attracted her attention was the scarlet gem hanging on Mortelius's chest. Why didn't she see anything similar on other people's mounts?

"Teacher, what is it?"

Imrick, stroking the horse's head, was rehearsing the battle with his companions. They must not rush too fast to avoid killing their opponents.

"My mount, Mortelius, has served me for more than two hundred years."

"But shouldn't the Dragon Prince ride a dragon?"

Imrick, feeling the pain point, mercilessly used his four-meter-long lance to leave a bump on the student's head.

"Whether in the sky or on the ground, the Dragon Prince is the best knight in the world."

So, you should sometimes be called the Horse Prince?

Anasta, who was chased away, murmured in her heart, lowered her head and walked to the side of her elder sister, looking at the people at both ends of the venue, feeling a little scared.

The opponent of the Phoenix King is a well-known Silver Helmet Knight. Compared with Imrik's relaxed attitude of mounting a horse wearing only a robe and soft armor, the Elf Arion is undoubtedly much more serious.

What attracted the students' attention most were the ribbons on the knight's helmet that fluttered in the wind like a rainbow, and the rubies dotted on the face guard.

Thinking of the dragon prince armor she saw in her teacher's residence, Anastasia was a little puzzled. The biggest feature of the dragon armor was the many decorations in the shape of giant dragons, the majestic dragon-wing helmet, and the dragon-scale breastplate.

But in terms of magnificence, it is difficult to compare with the Knight of the Silver Helmet. Based on her observations in the city over the past few days, the more beautiful and extravagant something is, the more awe-inspiring it is.

For example, Anastasia found that no one dared to talk to the Phoenix Guards wearing exaggerated winged helmets standing on both sides of the venue.

She pointed at the Knight with the Silver Helmet and said, "He should be very powerful."

Phyllis nodded and patiently explained, "The Silver Helmet Knight has a tradition. Whenever they kill a dangerous enemy, they are allowed to add a ribbon to their helmets. When they kill a demon, they will embed a ruby...

If he does, he should be quite capable."

"What about the teacher? If he meets someone he doesn't know, how can he use decorations to prove his strength?"

Phyllis smiled helplessly. The wild girl lacked common sense and was simple and straightforward by nature, but this innocence might be the reason why Imrik was attracted to her.

"Your teacher doesn't need these decorations. Just standing there is enough to intimidate the opponent."

The maid's words were not wrong. When the Silver Helmet Knight saw that his opponent was the Phoenix King, the first thing he did was not to wait nervously on horseback, but to dismount, raise his lance to the sky, and then draw his common sword and raise it horizontally towards Imrik.

This means that he was paying respect to the Phoenix King under the gaze of the gods. Although he thought it was impossible to win, he still wanted to fight. And Imrik returned the courtesy, put his lance upright on the ground, took out the Sword of Creation from his waist, and tapped the knight's left and right shoulders three times each.

This shows that regardless of victory or defeat, the Phoenix King respects the honor of the warriors.

Such encouragement caused the Silver Helmet Knight to be filled with emotion, and he only wished he could kneel on one knee before His Majesty and be blessed by the Sword of Creation tapping his shoulder.

From a distance, he lowered his head and greeted Imrik: "Your Majesty, if Knight Elion's martial arts are fortunate enough to be appreciated by you, can I receive the gift of Asuryan's incarnation?"

A bonus?...Imrik thought it would make the competition more interesting. As the Phoenix King, he certainly couldn't follow the old custom of using gold leaf coins as prizes.

In that case, why not add the Sword of Creation as a bonus.

The sword and its scabbard were thrown onto the main stage, and with precise movements, the artifact that bore the fate of the elves stood upright in the center.

Imrick nodded easily, "I like warriors, just as you respect brave riders... You should also understand that I am not an opponent that can be easily defeated, and fighting with me will not be counted as a victory or defeat.

The winner of this match will be crowned the champion by the Sword of Creation. I hope you will work hard. "

Regardless of whether one can obtain Asuryan's gift or not, the canonization of the Sword of Creation is unprecedented, and everyone knows that this is the symbol of the God above Gods in the mortal world.

On the stage was a Chosen One of Kunos, who was personally canonized by the Phoenix King. The knights did not believe that with His Majesty's respect for battle, he would just perfunctorily tap his shoulders with the Sword of Creation.

The Silver Helmet Knight nodded excitedly and immediately jumped on his horse. This way he had no burden at all and could just enjoy the battle with His Majesty.

When the horn sounded, he raised his lance over his shoulder and roared at his opponent.

"May the honor of the Phoenix King guide me to victory!"

Although this slogan is a bit strange, after all, the opponent that the Silver Helmet Knight is facing is the Phoenix King himself.

But fortunately, His Majesty did not care about it. After pulling Mortelius's reins, the four-meter-long solid wooden training lance did not need the support of a bracket. With just one hand, it stood upright like iron, forming an unbreakable triangle shape with the chest and elbow.

The hundred-meter-long run flashed by at the speed of the elven horse. The silver-helmeted knight calmly raised his lance and shield. Based on his understanding of Caledo's spearmanship, the first shot would often be aimed at the opponent's throat or chest.

He protected his chest and relied on his experience to react to the lance that might pierce his throat. This was his judgment.

But Imrik might not be very good at competition-type combat. He kept aiming the lance at the shield without moving, as if he ignored the specially thickened armor.

When he really came into close combat with the Phoenix King, the Silver Helmet Knight pointed his lance at His Majesty's handsome face. He was faster, and before Imrik's lance touched the shield, the weapon in his hand was already close to his shoulder.

But Imrick, who advocates the principle of great strength and flying bricks, prefers to pierce his opponents with his own hands rather than the impact caused by the high-speed movement of his mount.

The lance, which had not yet touched the shield, suddenly moved faster after he stretched out his arm. Before the silver-helmeted knight could succeed, he had already achieved actual results.

The cavalry charge was all about the reaction ability of each other. When the rhythm suddenly increased, a big hole was pierced in the steel shield in the hand of the silver-helmeted knight.

Fortunately, His Majesty only regarded this competition as a game. After piercing the shield, he turned his wrist and used the force of the push to throw his opponent off his horse instead of killing him with one blow.

The knight fell off his horse, and his bright armor was covered with dust. He stood up, looked at the returning Phoenix King, and said while touching his aching ribs.

"You are so merciless. When my shield was pierced, I thought I was going to die."

Imrick did not comment, shrugged and said, "After all, challenging the Dragon Lord does cost a lot, but he did fight well and almost disfigured me.

your name?"

The Knight in the Silver Helmet stood at attention, holding his lance upright at his side, and spoke to His Majesty in a dignified manner about himself and his family.

"Cumberland, son of Ramster, pays homage to you."

"Very good. I hope your spear can continue to surprise me, Cumberland." (End of this chapter)