Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"I'm going to Aurora?"

Tyrion had a strange look on his face. He knew that what he was best at was to use the Flaming Sun Sword to blow the head of the person he was communicating with, rather than sitting at the negotiation table and engaging in aimless communication.

Tigris, who traveled with him, was also known for his usual diplomatic attitude and his habit of sarcasm was no less than that of the Phoenix King.

"Of course, who else can take on this task besides you? Eltharion needs to manage the War Council and Yvresse, and Draknir is still dealing with the troubles in Nehekhara. I can't let Alao go, can I?"

"Arao still needs some time to get used to... Never mind, I'll go." Tyrion waved his hand, thinking that this would be it.

"I need a pardon, otherwise the Dragon Emperor will just find a random dragon son to get rid of."

Imrik smiled and took out the pardon that had been written long ago. The general content was that Tyrion would represent the Phoenix King and have full authority to negotiate with the Cathay Empire.

To insult him is to disrespect the Elf Empire...

Of course, Imrik thought that if Tyrion was humiliated, he would not mind using the Sunsword to get back at the humiliation instead of the usual useless diplomatic nonsense.

With the Sun Sword and Dragon Armor in hand, and a body reshaped by the Holy Fire of Asuryan, there are not many people in the world who can defeat the descendants of Aenarion.

"Well, my honor... Although I really want to call you the War Lord, now I can only call you the Phoenix King's Envoy.

I wish you a good experience on your journey.”

Tyrion nodded slightly. He didn't care about the trouble. If he saw someone he didn't like, he would just chop him down and be done with it.

"Come to think of it, you are probably the type who can't sit still. What are you going to do after their wedding is over?"

"My words..." Imrik narrowed his eyes. He wanted to find some clues about the Great Holy War period and see whether that dead dog Bilak had disappeared.

"Let's go to the Empire. A Chaos invasion is about to begin. I have an obligation to help those troublesome young men on behalf of Magnus."

"I can't believe that your mind is so pure."

"Or rather, I'm planning to go to the empire to see the scenery..."

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Half a year later, a request for help from the Nord Lords made Imrik withdraw his gaze from Ushabit.

While the war in the desert rages on, several valuable items have been moved to Ulthuan, the most valuable of which is a well-preserved dog-head greatbow.

"Send it to the Dragon Palace and have the court wizard study how the construct works."

After finishing his review of the toys, Imrick turned around and looked at the very anxious human envoy.

"Tell me why you're here."

The envoy bowed to the Phoenix King in respect, his tone serious and urgent.

"Your Majesty, the Nordland has been invaded by a large number of Norscan barbarians... The Elector Count of Middenland is busy dealing with the beastmen in Duncanwald Forest, and the Southland is also busy fighting the greenskins in the Grey Mountains.

His Majesty the Emperor hopes that you can dispatch the legion stationed in the Laurent Lawrence Forest to support Nordland in resisting the invasion of the Norse barbarians. "

"Your Majesty..." Imrick pondered for a while. There were some unexpected things in the election of the emperor of the empire. It was never the turn of Rickland, but Dieter IV of Styria.

This famous emperor did something shocking. He accepted bribes when Westland voted to secede from the Empire, which led to Marienburg, the most important trading city in the Empire, being removed from the jurisdiction of the Electoral Conference. "Speaking of which, I heard some rumors that Westland intended to legally secede from the Empire... Is this true?"

"Ridiculous. There has never been any Westerland. Nordland has been the master of Marienburg since ancient times..."

Under the increasingly hostile gaze of the Phoenix King, the envoy swallowed.

"The Merchant Council is trying to break away from the Empire's jurisdiction, but don't worry, under the rule of the Emperor blessed by Sigmar, no one can split the Empire."

"Really... But I also heard that your Emperor Dite IV doesn't seem to be very smart. Since Styria is very poor, he always likes to use his status to make some extra money." Imrik took a report from the maid, which clearly stated how much gold the emperor of the empire had abused his power in bilateral trade.

The report was handed to the envoy, and cold sweat was already breaking out on the human's forehead. Dite IV was not only greedy for some small profits, but also made a fortune from the spice, medicine, and sugar industries run by Caledo. The amount was frighteningly large, comparable to the tax revenue collected by Styr for several years.

"Does the Empire have specific laws to punish His Majesty the Emperor?"

"No... Only the Electoral Council and the two church leaders can advise His Majesty the Emperor..."

"So I, an elf, have to deal with the embezzled money in an elf way?"

The envoy became increasingly nervous and had somewhat forgotten his original purpose.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. The Empire will give you an explanation."

"Nord Territory... Come to think of it, your financial situation isn't that good, is it?"

"Yes, although the Claw Sea trade has increased the wealth of Nordland, the defense against the Norscans has prevented us from doing our best to trade."

"Very good. After recovering the debt, I will send it to the Nord Territory in the form of military aid...

But the condition is that you must support the Elector Count of Reikland in the Electoral Council."

When the envoy wanted to negotiate, Imrick waved him away, "This is an order, not a request. If you want both military assistance and financial support from the elves, can't you easily give them a ticket?"

The envoy was kicked out, allowing peace to return to the royal court.

Only Imrik was left with his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking about something.

"Crion, how many troops can the Dragon Court mobilize now?"

The captain of the Flame Knights stated the current situation without hesitation, "There are 300 fully armed dragon princes and 9,000 professional soldiers who are ready to go into battle at any time."

"To extract some from Kaled, I need to go to the Empire."

Creon was stunned. The request for help from the Nord Lord was for Oliveira. It was just a small-scale Chaos invasion, and it was not worth it for the Phoenix King to go there in person.

"Your Majesty, if you are concerned about the barbarian invasion, I can go there myself."

"Yes, so you come with me and ask Etienne to come and preside over the affairs of the royal court."

Upon hearing the news, Atila was furious. After Draconir left, she had already been overwhelmed by the affairs of the two countries. Agthel, who was in charge of the Dragon Court, was a bad person. His favorite thing to do every day was to invite a group of dragon princes to go hunting in the Anuli Mountains.

There are already many government affairs, and now there is also the Phoenix Royal Court. Are they treating me as a government affairs processor?
But when the princess came to Lothern in anger and obeyed the Phoenix King's order, she only saw a ship sailing towards the Old World. (End of this chapter)