Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Chapter 1119 Honorable Retirement

The two majesties who did not act according to the etiquette officials caused a headache for the Avalon Parliament. They spent a lot of time preparing the programs that the Phoenix King liked. After hearing that Arion held a small competition, they also wanted to hold a similar one.

We specially invite the Swordmaster of Savrehos and the Shadowwalker of Nagarythe to make sure that the Phoenix King has a favorable impression on the sacred land favored by the Mother Goddess.

However, after hearing that the two Majesties were heading north to comfort the troops, some disputes arose in Parliament, mainly about whether the Queen was safe.

But with the appearance of Minasnir, this problem seemed to disappear immediately. Anyone who saw a dragon as big as a mountain would be frightened.

There were not many people accompanying them, only the two majesties and their personal maids, the champion warrior Masno...

And Jones, who was forcibly incorporated into the Northern Army.

Sensing the flow of teleportation information coming from the north, Minasnir spread his wings to cover the sky, unscrupulously absorbing the rich magical wind of Avalon.

If an ancient dragon wants to move quickly through the teleportation array, the magical wind it needs to prepare is probably no less than that of an army. When the guide stone hummed in warning and thick dark clouds floated in the sky, the queen, who was already well versed in magic, looked up and shouted to Minasnir.

"Can you reduce the burden on the guide stones? It will take a lot of time to rebuild them."

Minasnil raised his head and snorted in a rather arrogant manner.

"I am not a means of transportation for the two of you, so I can cast spells however I want."

Her Majesty the Queen was speechless and placed her hopes on the Phoenix King. Apart from him, no one could command Minasnir.

But Imrik just kept asking Minasnir to hurry up, because after sleeping for several years, his casting speed had slowed down again.

"Hurry up, do you want to see the children of Caledor become a bunch of mentally ill wastes?"

"Shut up, you nagging brat. Even as the Phoenix King you are still so noisy."

"I really hope you can sleep less. Isn't sleeping for four thousand years enough?"

The nagging and insulting of each other's spirit dragons made Alarielle feel helpless. She thought more than once that if Imrik were asked to evaluate what she would be willing to die for, she would do it without any hesitation.

There are only two answers, Caledor and Minasnir.

The queen, who had little contact with Minasnir, didn't know how to intervene in the communication between the dragons, but the violent magical winds in the sky were still gathering, and she could even vaguely sense that the vortex in the distance was tilting.

Phyllis walked up to the queen and whispered in the wind, "Your Majesty, let me try."

Knowing that Phyllis must have a way to deal with the dragon spirit, Alarielle didn't think much about it.

"Well, make them stop."

Phyllis coughed a few times and shouted, "Ingersoll has found a mate."

Ok?
Suddenly the strong wind stopped, Minasnil's towering head drooped, and Imrik was also stunned by the news.

Both of them thought of it at the same time.

Who would like this ruffian dragon?

Seeing the wind stop, Phyllis said quickly, "But it was a nightingale snoring on his scales."

"Sure enough, he is unreliable. Let's just expel Caledon from the country." Imrik complained. Nightingales and dragons? What kind of case could a Slaanesh member come up with?

"Reconsideration." Minasnil said, and prepared to have a good talk with Imrik about the matter.

"You two, teleport quickly."

After being interrupted, Minasnil lost interest in making trouble and put his hand on the ground, saying in a low voice,
"Get ready, we're leaving."

In the blink of an eye, when everyone opened their eyes, they had arrived at a cold city covered in ice and snow from Avalon, where it was spring all year round.

There was no need to say words of welcome. When seeing the two Majesties in person, all the soldiers expressed their most loyal blessings.

Tens of thousands of soldiers crowded the city streets, using the few decorations they had at hand to carefully cut them into the shape of flowers and scattered them on both sides of the road.

Imrik was deeply moved by this, especially when he saw some familiar faces. He could not contain his excitement and forgot to walk side by side with the queen. He walked into the crowd and hugged a one-eyed old elf.

The old soldier who was patted on the back by His Majesty had tears in his one eye. He did not dare to touch the sacred His Majesty with his rough hands, and could only hug him stiffly for a while.

Released from the embrace with the veteran, Imrick lamented his time in service, but thought it was too long.

"Old Serio, before I met you, I sincerely thought you had retired. I didn't expect that... This is good, very good, but also not good."

"Your Majesty, it is my honor to fight for you. There is nothing wrong with that."

"You have fought for my father for nearly three hundred years, and under me for another hundred years, and now you are fighting for my children..." After taking a deep breath, Imrik emphasized one sentence.

"I am grateful for your loyalty to the Dragon Tamer family, but loyalty is by no means the whole meaning of life. If you die here, it will be an honor for me and the Dragon Tamer family, but not for you.

You should return to your country to enjoy the respect of everyone, tell the children the legendary stories of the past, and inspire the kingdom's hope as an elder."

"Yes, you are right." The old soldier's voice was choked with sobs, and it was obvious that he did not expect that His Majesty would care so much about a grassroots officer.

Imrik turned his head, and after seeing the old soldier with gray hair, he had forgotten the original intention of introducing the Northern Army to Alarielle, and only thought about how to fill this vacancy.

"Masno, how many soldiers in the Northern Army have served for more than three hundred years?"

The commander, who was very familiar with his subordinates, immediately gave the answer, "Six hundred and forty-two people."

"Very good, about four hundred years."

"Three hundred and seventy-five."

Imrick nodded silently, then raised the dragon horn that symbolized his status as the dragon lord in the middle of the street and announced to everyone.

"I, Imrik, in the name of the Dragon Lord and the Master of the Dragon Tamers, declare that those who have served for more than 400 years will be forced to retire. You will be respected by the Dragon Court and return to your homeland to tell the story of your legendary life. Every son of Caledor will respect you.

For those who have been in the service for more than 300 years, if they wish to retire, they can ask Maslow for the permission on a voluntary basis. You should also experience the happiness of being reunited with your family.

Every generation of young people voluntarily dedicates themselves to their work, but that does not mean they have to continue to struggle when they are old. Caledo is now able to let his children grow up healthily and let his elders enjoy a peaceful life in peace. "

Most people strongly agreed with this. The soldiers who had originally crowded the streets automatically separated themselves from the crowds and knelt down like a tide during the announcement.

Imrik took back the dragon horn, but he was not prepared to let the artifact serve as a mere decoration.

"Now, let those who meet the requirements step forward, and we should congratulate them on their honorable retirement with respect."

(End of this chapter)