Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The sacred and supreme Phoenix King is now troubled by one thing.

It's not the Tomb Kings' useless navy. This bunch of rubbish couldn't even defeat Luther Harken's vampire monkeys, so how could they possibly defeat the War Council fleet led by Aislinn?

What troubled him was that some people seemed to have misunderstood this declaration of war, thinking that the Dead King's offense against the Elf Empire was an insult to all elves. They roared and spread the news in the War Council and summoned the legion to tear down the pyramids in the desert to warn all races of the price of offending the Phoenix King.

The cold-hearted warlord Eltharion sat in the second seat without saying a word, watching Tyrion's speech quietly.

Tyrion's handsome face was filled with anger, and the rage beneath his winged helmet seemed to be hotter than the Sunblade.

"My friends, this is a provocation. If any lowly race gives their ridiculous ruler an even more ridiculous title, mistaking the Phoenix Court's tolerance for cowardice, it won't be long before the whole world will laugh at the elves and treat your majesty's authority as nothing.

Warlord, I propose a counterattack against Nehekhara, and grant these dead men eternal peace."

Imrik, who rarely attended the war council, crossed his arms and nodded, agreeing with Tyrion's words.

If Settra had declared war on the Phoenix Court simply for coveting the Flame of Asuryan, he would have immediately organized a massive expedition to show the world how terrifying the unified Elven Empire is.

But... this is a battle for legacy. Even if Nehekhara is burned to ashes, it will be meaningless to the elves, and they will also lose a whole group of powerful troops that can fight against the powerful enemy of Chaos.

Even though the Tomb Kings' navy and air force are not good, their construct technology is really powerful. Titans, Sphinxes, and Bone Giants, these three types alone are enough to crush the behemoth units of many races. The core dog-head sculptures are also extremely outstanding, one can beat ten.

The War Lord said nothing. He was in charge of the war, but that didn't mean he could easily start a war.

The decree declaring war from the Phoenix Court must be stamped and signed by Imrik himself, otherwise it will not be passed from a legal perspective.

All eyes were on Imrik. This was the first provocation the Phoenix King had faced since his coronation.

If any monkey can covet the holy fire of Asuryan, which symbolizes the sacred royal power, where is the prestige of the Phoenix King.

The silence of the Phoenix King made many people hesitate. Could it be that His Majesty did not want to go to war, but just wanted to maintain a stalemate and launch a counterattack around the ocean?

Agsel sat with his arms folded, looking at the extremely solemn meeting scene, feeling so relaxed that he wanted to whistle.

The Dragon Prince spoke first, "Everyone, under the instruction of the Phoenix King, Draconir has gathered his army in the Badlands and is preparing to launch an attack on Khemri.

Caledor is able to relieve your majesty's worries, and the dragon army will make the monkey's dead monarch pay the price."

"But Settra didn't just insult Draknir, he insulted the Phoenix King, the symbol of the Elven Empire. As a subject, it is necessary to uphold the prestige of the monarch.

We do not deny Draknir's ability, but Caledor's forces are too dispersed to cause a devastating blow to Khemri." Tyrion's words were fierce. He was ready to use this war to prove his ability and wash away the humiliation he suffered in the civil war.

Compared to the important figures present who shone brightly in the civil war, the honor of the descendants of Aenarion seemed a little thin.

Imrik's eyebrows twitched. How come, Brother Tai, you always choose the wrong position?

Didn’t you see that Atila remained silent and didn’t care about the so-called prestige of the Phoenix King at all?

After considering for a while, the Phoenix King slowly said: "Aidila... Sir."

"Please remove this qing, my dear Phoenix King."

"Okay." Imrick breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone present was an old acquaintance, so there was no need to make it so formal. "Etila, I hope Terenlock can send troops to support Draknir's operation..."

Adila rolled her eyes, "Of course, he is my son, the heir destined to inherit all my power."

"Cough cough." The sarcastic repeater made Imrik cough twice. Since he became the Phoenix King, it has become increasingly difficult to maintain his family.

"As for Tyrion, I would prefer that you make contact with the Far Eastern Empire of Cathay. The matter with Khemri is not a full-scale war. It does not require all the energy of Ulthuan to be diverted."

Tyrion wanted to argue, but his brother Teclis raised his hand to shut him up. Since the couple had decided to take charge of the matter, they must have been prepared.

After finishing this discussion, the Phoenix King just patted his butt and chose to leave. He would not ask about most of the matters of the War Council, which was completely unnecessary.

Local wars can be fought at will, just as training, but a full-scale war must be approved by the Phoenix King himself to guide the general direction of progress... and you can also take advantage of it.

Before leaving, Imrick looked back at Prince Charis who was snoring, and said to Kosher in a deep voice.

"Catch Alao later. I have something to ask him."

Three hours later, Alao, under the protection of the White Lion Guards, trembling, entered the Phoenix King's official training ground.

When Prince Charis saw His Majesty drawing the Sword of Creation, he wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy immediately.

Cosir handed over a Chrace woodcutter's axe and signaled the prince to quickly prepare for a fighting stance, otherwise he would be beaten severely.

Arao had a serious look on his face and did not take the woodcutter's axe. He walked step by step to the side of the Phoenix King with an extremely cold expression.

But as he got closer and saw the amusement in His Majesty's eyes, the young prince could no longer hold back and walked up to him, bowed and apologized.

"Teacher, I have a sincere heart for Filonia. It is definitely not love at first sight because of lust."

The prince's forehead was covered with sweat. He hinted that he had heard some rumors about how His Majesty sometimes gritted his teeth when he mentioned his niece. Many people speculated that someone must have taken Filonia away, which made Imrik, who regarded himself as a father, very angry.

Who could provide for the beloved eldest daughter? Alao already had the answer in his mind.

With the teacher's personality of making a big deal out of small things, he will definitely take this matter seriously...

But come to think of it, since they have already mentioned the engagement, how could it be fake?

As the prince bowed, the Phoenix King said with an emotionless look, "Are you really loyal to her? Will you swear on this sword?"

The mysterious flame patterns on the Sword of Creation were as unfathomable as Asuryan. As he stared at the sword, Alao only felt a deep fear.

Can't lie...

"I swear to Asuryan in the name of my family that I will be loyal to Filonia."

After a long moment of silence, Alao thought he was going to be hit by a sword, but he didn't expect that what the teacher said would make him drop his jaw.

"That's enough. This guy didn't lie, Filonia." (End of this chapter)