Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

When seeing the dignified faces of the Redemption Legion with their own eyes, the Phoenix King and the High King simultaneously shook their heads to indicate that they had no right to comment. A group of ragged people, even if they were fanatical believers who were not afraid of life and death, were still a group of beggars.

Lacking training and proper equipment and supplies, their physical condition made it difficult for them to sustain long-term combat. Apart from being used as cannon fodder, the two men had not thought of anything else.

"Only the lower class can be so generous as to get rid of a group of redundant people in the name of faith and salvation." Thorgrin's whisper made Imrik nod his head continuously.

"Whenever the Dwarves can produce this number of butchers, Khorne's eight legions will be pushed into the polar wasteland."

Thorgrim stood on the armrest of the throne of power, signaling the throne guards to put down the artifact. He had something to say to the monarch of the elves.

Unlike the Imperials who were full of awe for the Pious Legion, the battle-hardened Thorgrin only felt a headache. This was where the Empire's trouble lay.

He was right to be optimistic about Karl Franz. The young emperor spent much more time in the palace and the military camp than praying in the Temple of Sigmar, which was in line with the pragmatic style of the dwarves.

But this is not the case for the remaining electors. The territory ruled by Countess Wiesenland is the production center of the empire, and it should have given birth to an elite force composed of steel and gunpowder.

But perhaps under pressure, in order to respond to the Church of Sigmar, a legion of fanatics was formed in the name of the Pious Emperor.

Fortunately, the armored troops and artillerymen following up from the rear barely gave the Supreme King some comfort. He kept muttering in his heart that steel was indeed reliable.

"Imric, regarding the Lizardmen... I want to hear some real thoughts. The Slann came to the Old World after such a long time, not to provide help to humans and dwarves."

“Although I really want to say that you are overthinking it… but the fact is indeed as you expected. The Slann Council is considering two difficult problems that are closely related to the world.

How should I put it? They are very interested in blowing up the Evil Moon and think it is necessary. "

Blow up the evil moon?

In the daytime, Thorgrin looked up at the sky and seemed to be able to see the evil shadow between the bright sunshine.

"This is a little unbelievable... but since it is Slan's idea, the dwarves need to do something."

Without asking too many questions, Imrik couldn't help but look at Thorgrim a few more times. Based on his impression of the man with the mustache, this seemingly upright High King was actually very shrewd inside and wanted to find out everything related to the dwarves.

Imrik's silence made Thorgrim realize that the elf was not going to say more.

"Let's get back to the present. The recapture of Karak Dreadnought is imminent, and I need your help."

"Help? This is a rare word. To dwarves, helping means owing a debt."

"It's fine as long as I owe it. If I can live to see the golden age, these debts will be nothing more than an investment."

The Supreme King waved his hand, returned to the throne of power, and called on several important personnel, as if he wanted to re-plan the tactics.

The golden age? It seems that Valaya’s ability to deceive the dwarves is much stronger than Iron Eyebrows’.

Although it is unknown what exactly Valaya promised the dwarves, the High King's expectations for the future show that the Mountain Kingdom has regained a lot of vitality.

After resolving the issue of Karak Dreadnought, more dwarves will probably be willing to leave the mountains and see the wider world.

The Phoenix King, thinking this way, naturally would not refuse the request of his allies. He originally wanted to see the military strength of the empire, but now that he had seen the Pious Legion, he thought it would be better to make some preparations. "North, who in the Aesol Loren Ancestor Council is awakening?"

Giant dragons, ancient tree men, and a group of terrifying war beasts are one of the prides of the elves today.

But now the Phoenix King can ignore the ideas of any prince or lord and order any troops he wants to arrive at the front line.

North pondered for a moment and said, "The last time I received information from the Council of Ancestors was two years ago. The Queen's maids worked with Dursu to deal with the Chaos Aura in Athel Loren...

If you need the Council of the Ancestors to fight, I will contact you immediately. Durthu and Kodiel should be awake. "

After countless years of washing over the Council of Ancestors, only three of the ancient tree people remained who remained awake and had not turned into solid rock in the land of Athel Loren.

The prophet Adanhu, the sword tree king Dursu, and the lord of the wild forest Kodir.

Adanhu is still tending to the Oak of Ages' endless suffering, purifying the remaining traces of Orion and Ariel in his dreams.

The Sword King continued his past style. After being inspired by Alarielle, the rage in his heart gradually turned into peace, and he worked with Avalon to deal with the aftermath of the shadows in various parts of Athel Loren.

As for Cordiel... ever since Dacha was beheaded by Draknir with a single sword and Athel Loren was declared to be the territory of the Elven Empire, this elder who had been tortured to madness by the shadow evil has come to his senses.

His attitude towards the elves was never friendly, but he was still willing to listen to advice. After fighting with Dursu, he used the memories left over from the endless time Ariel sealed in the wild forest to deal with the never-ending dark spirits.

The three of them respectively symbolize the mystery, tolerance, and cunning of Athel Loren, but fortunately, they all show respect to the Phoenix King, at least for the time being, before Imrik has the idea of ​​cutting down the Oak of Ages...

"Then let Kodiel come forward. If it's Dursu, he might be the first to fight with the dwarves..." "The behemoths alone can only act as troublemakers. They also need the cooperation of cavalry to play a role in undermining morale.

Imrik took out a key engraved with the mark of the Gate of Nitshu and handed it to the herald.

"Send this thing back to the palace."

Taking the key with both hands, North appeared very cautious. According to the information he got when he overheard the conversation between Caledor and his son, the Crown of the Phoenix King, which was once endowed with divine power by the elven gods, has turned into a decoration.

Objects infused with power by the gods became treasures of Ulthuan...

The front of this item is engraved with the mark of Nisu, and the back is the key to the face of the Pale Queen. This is the opportunity for ancient heroes to roam freely in the mortal world.

People who have returned from the Dragonbone Wasteland always say that at night they would see a group of knights holding ancient banners, wandering around the tombs, eternally watching over the sleeping dragon...

The Ancestral Tree People and the Knights of the Lost Woods, it seems that His Majesty still takes this war very seriously... or in other words, he regards this war as a field for experimentation.

After returning to the elf tent, North nodded respectfully to several Flame Knights who were sitting on chairs and chatting. He did not say a word, but only made simple gestures.

The guards understood what was going on and immediately put down what they were doing and stood outside the tent in an orderly manner, guarding against any possible opportunity to steal intelligence.

The autism of the Caledor elves has a long history. North only trusts the Flame Knights and will never let anyone else get close to him when transmitting some top-secret files. (End of this chapter)