Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Chapter 1118 Chapter 48: Request from the Northern Army

"Father, how long do you plan to stay in Avalon?"

Seeing his daughter's star-like expectant eyes, Imrik wanted to say forever, but the final answer made the little queen puff up her cheeks, looking a little unhappy.

"Maybe five days at the shortest, or half a month at the longest."

"But this is what humans do. Only they measure time in days and months."

"The documents piled on the desk don't care about the time consciousness of the person who needs to deal with them..." Imrik sighed. If it were the Phoenix King in the past, he would not be too busy. Over thousands of years, he had already formed an autonomous system, and what he really needed to pay attention to were actually trivial matters.

But the slogan of rebuilding the Elf Empire is not just talk. Documents from all over the world are thrown to the Phoenix Court like crazy. From Naggaroth to Dawn Fortress, many seemingly extremely strange events occur every day.

After all, the elves have no concept of centralization, and everyone still handles things according to the previous system of co-rule by two kings and self-governance by princes, which results in many things not being as simple as expected.

For example, if Imrik wanted to know the population composition, resource distribution, industry, and tax ratio of a certain area, these simplest things must first be ordered by the royal court. After the local government receives them, it will start to let the gentry count, and officials will hardly intervene at the grassroots level.

Although he wanted to create an official system, Imrik was well aware of the difficulties. Simply put, except for himself, the Phoenix King, no one wanted to make a big move, so he could only proceed step by step.

Glancing at his daughter and finding that she was still puffing up her face like a punching bag, Imrick came up with a good idea.

"Well, I heard that people in Avalon are quite laid back. If you can take over the selection of officials for the Phoenix Court, I might be able to stay for a while longer."

Selection of officials... Alarielle began to look bitter. She had taken over the political reform of Avalon, but even with her mother's reputation as a guarantee, there were still many people who doubted the officials promoted from the grassroots.

Family background, qualifications, knowledge, and reputation are the main evaluation criteria for officials, rather than the most important ability.

"Let me try..." Elisara muttered softly, feeling a little scared when she saw her father's hair seemed to be getting thinner.

“Hopefully I won’t lose my hair.”

"What did you say?"

Imrick often used this sentence to force others to agree with his ideas, but when it came to his daughter, the tough tone became extremely tactful, which gave Phyllis goose bumps.

"Nothing, mother has been waiting for a long time, go quickly."

Led by the little queen, Imrik and his party came to Her Majesty the Queen's palace. The Phoenix King's originally relaxed expression changed after seeing Alarielle.

Looking at Alarielle's murderous eyes, Imrik whispered to his daughter beside him.

"What happened to your mother? She seems to be a little strange. Did she secretly participate in the sacrifice of the Kane sect?"

Giving her father a blank look, Elisara spoke out the recent problem, "Regarding the war between Nagarythe and Bretonnia, my mother originally wanted to persuade His Royal Highness the Shadow King not to cause trouble, and to let Duru... ahem, his people feel a sense of belonging.

But it didn’t turn out well.”

"for example."

"The Shadow King called my mother a fool. If you don't understand anything, just stay quietly in Avalon."

This review...

Imrik secretly gave a thumbs up. It was indeed a great honor to be able to point at the Eternal Queen and call her a fool. In order to show his authority and refute the paradox that the greater the power, the more humble he would be in front of the queen, Imrik coughed twice and signaled Cosir to start reading the title.

Kosir, who understood the relationship between the couple, could only sigh in his heart and do as he was told. They all said that the Dragon Prince was like a child, but he didn't expect it to become more obvious after he became the Phoenix King.

"Your Majesty, the Eleventh Phoenix King..."

After saying only the first title, Alarielle waved her hand to signal Cosir to stop. "Captain Cosir, I believe that remembering the Phoenix King's title, which is even longer than the menu, has exhausted you. If you have to recite it every time you meet someone, where is the tradition of the White Lion Guard?"

Okay, if you don't let Cohill read it, I'll let Masno read it.

Masno, who was offered up, sighed with his brows downcast, as if he was coaxing a child.

"Your husband, Imrik."

The concise and easy-to-understand words made the two majesties lose all interest and think that Masno was just a topic terminator.

Alarielle shook her head and smiled, "Sir Masno, people always say that you are very humorous. It is true when I see you again today."

"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty... But I came to Avalon this time to ask for a favor."

Asking for help from Avalon? Alarielle was puzzled. Although Avalon had restored its militia combat readiness after the Battle of Finuval Plains, the only ones it could actually offer were the Avalon sisters and a corps of archers.

The reason why there is still an archer corps that catches the eye is that they were dragged to the badlands to participate in the expedition. More than 20 years of high-intensity fighting have made every boy in Avalon hone their archery skills to the extreme, and they can accurately hit the eye sockets of the goblin archers.

And who is Masno? In name, it is Eltharion who is in charge of the military affairs of the Phoenix Court, but everyone assumes that this is the result of His Majesty's desire to demonstrate friendship with the East and the outstanding military achievements of the Watchers.

The one who can actually lead the army of Caledor is still the champion warrior.

"But it doesn't matter, as long as Avalon can do it."

After thinking for a long time, Masno said slowly: "We hope that you will come to Tal Naseen and use the light of the Mother Goddess to protect the warriors in the far north who are resisting the Chaos believers."

"We rarely come into contact with the Chaos Wasteland. The area around Nagarond was stable, but something bad happened in the Time Watchtower in Gorond."

"Chaos corruption?" Alarielle looked solemn. Being too close to the Chaos Wasteland would indeed affect the health of the Elves. Unlike the Dwarves who had a natural high resistance, the Elves were a sensitive race. If their weaknesses were caught by the Dark Gods, they would soon fall.

"Yes, Chaos Corrosion." Masno nodded with difficulty, "But this is not the most important thing. We can still rely on the help of the Lizardmen to resist Chaos Corrosion, but being far away in the cold north and the crazy attacks of Chaos believers make the warriors feel a little stressed."

The champion warrior looked at the Phoenix King, and both of them could only sigh helplessly. The Northern Army was the force that had fought the longest in the entire Caledor, and its core members were all veterans of the Snake and Rat Crusade.

This means that they have not even had a rest for a hundred years, and now they have been transferred to a cold wasteland. If they do not have any spiritual sustenance, it will be easy to cause mental problems.

Alarielle understood Masno's idea. The Phoenix King could give the warriors strong determination and faith, but everyone has a soft side...

After thinking for a long time, she said to Imrik without hesitation, "Let's go together."

"Well, yes."

(End of this chapter)