Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Whether or not he could give birth was not something Imrik could decide. He was now considered a different species from the elves. He had tried hard back then and given birth to Draconir and Elisara despite the rejection.

What Phyllis said now... We can only blame her for being too stupid. If she had expressed her feelings earlier, her grandson would have been able to hold up a lance.

The matter of forming the legion was officially announced to Ulthuan after the Phoenix King blessed the champion. The process was sacred and solemn, but the meaning behind the words was the same.

Want to gain honor? Worried about not having a war to fight? Come to Phoenix Court, I will arrange a one-stop service for you, from distributing spears to the ownership of the cemetery, all at public expense.

This decision alerted Her Majesty the Queen. His Majesty the Phoenix King, who had already ended the affair of Arion, had no choice but to bend his straight back in front of the greater Majesty and rushed to Avalon with his newly recruited servants.

At first, Cumberland and Jones were still a little uncomfortable with it. When the Phoenix King traveled, there should have been a large number of servants following and serving him, but in practice, it became a military-like forced march.

Jones murmured in his heart, this shouldn't be the case. His Majesty was born into the oldest and noblest family in Ulthuan, so he should pay great attention to his equipment. Wouldn't Her Majesty think that he was going to war if he rushed to Avalon in a huff?

Avalon had proven accustomed to the sight of the Phoenix King rushing to his destination, and when they crossed the strait and arrived at Eden Valley in the center of Ulthuan, the maids had already prepared clothing that would suit His Majesty's figure and helped him change out of his riding robes.

Lilaze originally wanted to change His Majesty's clothes herself, but seeing Phyllis's unfriendly look, she knew that she was in bad luck.

The chief maid whispered in His Majesty's ear: "Your Majesty sometimes envies your maid. She has your company all day long, unlike her who always stays alone in the huge palace, dealing with the nobles who never stop."

Imrik curled his lips in disdain, thinking that the Phoenix King was really treated as a stud. If it were Brother Tai, he would have killed the Maids of Avalon on the spot.

In other words, he was not too interested in matters between men and women, otherwise the Phoenix King's Court would have been filled with female officials.

"If His Majesty is concerned, the Phoenix Court welcomes you, but as a maid, please do not say anything that will affect the friendship between the two monarchs."

Jones muttered quietly. He overheard the conversation between the two and said to Cumberland with some uneasiness, "The relationship between the two majesties seems to be a little unusual..."

"They are husband and wife..." Cumberland was a little confused for a moment. There were always rumors that Prince Dragon and Her Majesty the Queen had a love affair.

According to actual etiquette, His Majesty Finubar's nominal wife is Alarielle, and the queen of Imrik should be Elisara...

But the facts have proved that at the coronation ceremony, Her Majesty the Queen accepted the Phoenix King's proposal with tears of laughter. Even though Prince Terenlock almost drew his sword on the spot, it was under the strong protection of the Flame Knights that a scandal involving the leaders of several countries was avoided.

The reality was stranger than imagined. Elisara, who theoretically had a not-so-close relationship with Imrik, appeared from nowhere and rushed to His Majesty. Jones thought she was going to salute and greet him.

As a result, the little queen jumped up and put her arms around His Majesty's shoulders... and His Majesty, with a happy smile, spun in place while holding the little queen.

"Cumberland, give me a slap." Jones said this, and then he felt his head was about to be thrown off.

The force was obviously wrong, and he turned his head sharply and glared at his companion.

But soon the anger turned into a whisper, "Mr. Masno, what a coincidence... why are you here?"

Masno, who was dressed in casual clothes, was about to slap Jones a second time, but when he saw Jones wake up, he calmly put down his raised hand as if nothing had happened.

"Nothing. I heard that a lot of things have been going on in Ulthuan recently. The cold soil in the north almost froze my bones. I really miss Ulthuan..." "That's great, that's great." Jones smiled awkwardly. The Dragon Prince who was manipulating the Azure Holy Sword said he was afraid of the cold. What else could he do except laugh.

Masno raised his eyebrows and said, "Come to think of it, you seem to be a high-ranking Silver Helmet Knight under Gilgarion... Since Oliveira left, the Northern Army has become increasingly weak. I am still lacking a cavalry commander. Are you interested in joining?"

Going to the bitter cold Naggaroth... Jones naturally refused. What he wanted to do most was to go to Bretonnia and teach the monkey's Holy Grail grandfather a lesson, telling him who was the best knight in the world.

Or join Tyrion's team and travel to distant Cathay to meet the Dragon's descendants.

In Naggaroth, apart from the beastmen, greenskins, and rats all over the mountains, the only remaining people are the human barbarians in the north.

Under the increasingly hostile gaze of Masno, who had become the champion warrior of the Phoenix King, Jones, knowing that he was powerless to resist, muttered softly.

"I respect your Majesty's opinion..."

"Very good. After that, pack your bags and head to Young Dragon Bay. Someone will tell you how to join the Northern Army."

Cumberland, who escaped the disaster, felt somewhat lucky. He no longer considered the relationship between His Majesty and the little queen. He almost covered his mouth and laughed at the unfortunate end of his companion.

But obviously Masno did not let him go. He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then found a good place for him.

"Davian is considering sending an advance team to the southern desert recently. I think you are a good person. Are you interested in joining the Kaled Legion?"

Why are both choices so bitter? The left is the cold wasteland, and the right is endless yellow sand. Choosing either one will lead to going to jail.

Cumberland's expression was the same as Jones's, but he said righteously: "I am your Majesty's servant and will only obey your Majesty's orders."

Masno patted his shoulder vigorously, his expression very relieved, "I didn't expect the people of Elion to be so determined. Don't worry, your name will definitely be on the advance team."

After the two complained to His Majesty that the champion warrior had secretly appointed troops to positions, they only received His Majesty's indifferent nod of agreement.

"I forgot to tell you that the War Lord has entrusted the military force belonging to the Phoenix Court to Masno, so in terms of duties, he is your immediate superior.

I am the Phoenix King, and my biggest role is to stamp and sign documents."

The Phoenix King, who was already obsessed with communicating with his daughter, mercilessly threw the two troublesome Silver Helmet Knights to Masno. We don't know how to fight, so if you have any questions, ask the War Lord and the Champion Warrior.

The Phoenix King left with a smile, and walked towards the vast ancient forest with his new students, leaving only two silver-helmeted knights disheveled in the wind.

"This seems to be different from what I imagined..." Jones analyzed.

The older Cumberland patted his shoulder to comfort him, "Think carefully about the army under your majesty... it seems that no environment is relatively friendly. Compared with the badlands, our place seems to be pretty good." (End of this chapter)