Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The relationship between master and slave is always an unequal one. The master always regards himself as the center of the world, and the only thing left for the slave is obedience.

The master will gradually corrupt in power and lose his strength, while the slave will begin to wake up through repeated unconditional obedience and labor, and realize the importance of freedom.

The two parties may very likely exchange identities by chance, and the relationship between master and slave becomes a fragile balance...

For Loxia, maintaining his slave status is a necessary condition for survival. Challenging the master's consciousness with his own value will inevitably cost him his life.

As a master, Imrik needs to remind himself at all times that these slaves will seize any opportunity to disobey the majesty of the Phoenix King in order to regain their freedom.

Or maybe become the master...

Nearly two years have passed since the Black Ark, the Blessed Villain, first left the port of Nagarythe and arrived in Bretonnia.

For the elves, these two years were nothing more than a simple and ordinary killing, but for humans, these two years were an unprecedented disaster.

Under the plundering of the God-blessed evil party, Lyonness has been turned into a sea of ​​fire. The Bretonnians, whose naval power is far inferior to that of the elves, can only watch the Black Ark plundering along the coastline, becoming another monument to the brutality of the God-blessed evil party.

But now, the God-blessed evil party admiral still has to prostrate himself before a greater existence...

Roxia, the Fallen Heart, gave a detailed report on the achievements made in the past two years, focusing on the attack on the Church of the Lady of the Lake, while largely omitting the massacre and enslavement of humans.

According to Kuran, as long as there are no things like the Ten Thousand People Jingguan in Bretonnia, the Phoenix King will not interfere too much in the affairs of the God-blessed evil party.

Completing the task and following the rules with limited fluctuations are within the allowable range.

Listening to Druzy's work report was a very torturous thing for the elves. Even though Imrik had made preparations in advance, he still couldn't stand Locsia's endless chatter about the details of how the Church of the Lady of the Lake was destroyed.

Including but not limited to slavery, defilement, and use as a slave den...

To be fair, Imrik has long been accustomed to this kind of thing. No matter which race it is, the nature of war will not change: killing, plundering and cruelty.

To impose one's will on others and use force to obtain the desired results.

But Druzil... I can only say that it is worthy of the Witch King to deliberately cultivate a perverted race. When it comes to torturing people, Caledor can't even catch up with him.

Caledor's usual method of deterrence is to let the dragon army stroll around the enemy's airspace.

But what Druzy liked to do was to assassinate several important figures without anyone noticing, then spread rumors in densely populated areas, poison and pollute water sources, and end the lives of his enemies in the spreading fear.

Seeing Loxia's expression of neither surprise nor joy, Imrick nodded slightly: "Well done... but you should be able to do better."

"Prince Draknir's actions have made it difficult for the God-blessed Evil Party to get to the bottom of some things... In addition to Lyonesse, we had the opportunity to attack other principalities in Bretonnia, but considering the strange relationship between Caledor and humans, I chose to terminate it for the time being.

If you think fear is not enough to establish your kingship, the next stop for the Blessed Evil Party will be Cologne, to teach the Bretonnian monkeys how to fear the elven monarch.

Goronni... This will cause a backlash, and Imrik is not prepared to do this. One Lyonnes is already the limit of what humans can tolerate. If they continue to go deeper into the Old World, the elves will soon be labeled as plunderers.

As for the affairs of the Southern Kingdom, they could use the frictions over the years as an excuse to force them to voluntarily accept Caledor's rule, but Bretonnia and the Empire, the old enemies, could be described as strange things in the quagmire.

They have fought before, but when it comes to mutual support, they are not ambiguous. Druzy is no longer suitable to continue operations against Bretonnia, so the next step... let Asrai take over.

"No, I need you to go to the Imperial Nord Territory together to stop the invasion of the Norse barbarians."

Locksia's metal face was very hesitant. Supporting human monkeys in resisting the invasion of Chaos was simply against their ancestral teachings.

What Druzy should have done was to take advantage of the situation when both sides were fighting each other and plunder all the wealth and population.

Seeing Locksia's paused expression, Imrick spoke in a somewhat unfriendly tone. Could it be that after being released for two years, he had forgotten who was the one who could decide Druzy's fate?

"Your answer, Loxia."

"Your command is my destiny."

"Ah."

After finishing his communication with Loxia, Imrick finally had the leisure to take a good look at the Black Ark he was in.

The infamous Tower of the Blessed Evil Ones.

According to ancient legends, this black ark was one of the first to be built with black magic, and its roots came from the floating land of Nagarythe that was torn apart by powerful magic.

The Locsia family has been trusted by Malekith for many years, and often plunders the world as the admiral of the Druzai Navy, spreading the Witch King's terrifying command.

This gives the Black Ark a lot of exotic style, with some strange mud and stone sculptures hanging on the streets, or abstract sun emblems, and giant black lions from Zhendan. It can be called a mobile treasure house on the sea.

Because the recent looting force is Bretonnia, many great helmets, chain mail, and heraldic shields appeared in the square...

Originally, Druzy would not have seized these human junk. After all, the forging technology of Bretonnia was extremely poor. Apart from the prestigious Holy Grail Grandpa who could obtain blessed weapons and protective gear from the Church of the Lady of the Lake, everyone else could only rely on money to pay the dwarves a sky-high forging fee.

A set of armor was passed down for five generations. This was no joke in Bretonnia. Even after a hundred years, the armor carefully crafted by the dwarf masters was far more useful than the inferior ones made by the blacksmiths in the territory as long as it was well maintained.

In order to complete the mission, since the human slaves are to be sent to Nagarythe, they must use the equipment of the Knight Grandpa to deal with the Royal Court.

This gave Imrik the opportunity to see the specific conditions of Bretonnia with his own eyes, especially the unusually thick chain mail... with a clear dwarven craftsmanship style.

Picking up a well-preserved heavy chain mail, Imrik asked the maid.

"Come to think of it...how long has it been since I put on my battle armor?"

Phyllis pinched her nose, quite disgusted by the chain mail in His Majesty's hand.

"Since the civil war ended... Do you want to try the armor of human monkeys? Father of Dragons, even if you don't take the identity of Phoenix King seriously, you should at least care about the identity of the head of the Dragon Tamer family.

Wearing the monkey's mail will make all the elves laugh at you." (End of this chapter)