Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Imrik also reacted quickly. The moment the Spear of Valor appeared, he rushed towards the greenskins and ran towards the position of the Big Belly King side by side with Eltharion.

The spear swept past, and it was no longer a strange and mysterious force. The fog also gradually dissipated as Eltharion lifted it, and Stormwing successfully took off under the cover of the dragon.

The two men who were trapped in the encirclement used the most traditional way of elven warriors, Asuryan's ruthlessness and Cain's fury, killing all the approaching enemies one by one.

Eltharion, who was a little tired after a day of fighting, now seemed to have returned to the energetic state of his youth. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had a satisfying battle.

Since calling himself Prince of Yvresse and Lord of War, the already extremely responsible Warden has been constantly traveling between Yvresse and Itain, doing his best to manage the military affairs of Ulthuan for the Phoenix King.

Endless meetings, documents, inspections, investigations... made the burden on Isharion's shoulders heavier and made him more silent and introverted, but the only thing that did not change was his ever-fanatic determination.

For the first time, when Eltharion was fighting in the Old World, he felt an orc attacking from behind him and was pierced through the throat by a spear. A smile appeared on his serious and calm face.

He swung his weapon wantonly, no longer worrying about the defense behind him, and concentrated on fighting his opponent.

Laughter emerged along with joy and a heart that was rekindled.

"Imrick, does standing beside me make you feel worried? You even know to cover the rear of your comrades."

He nimbly dodged an incoming machete and, while dodging sideways, killed a guy beside Issarion with his spear.

Imrik laughed wildly with the same joy and said, "You are my warlord... The relationship between us cannot be like that between Finubar and Tyrion, where the Phoenix King is responsible for being a mascot and staying in the back while the warlord becomes a reckless man and charges forward."

"Do you have such a bad impression of His Majesty Finubar? I don't remember him offending you too many times."

"He is a good man... Honestly speaking, if time moves forward 500 years, Finubar will be a Phoenix King worthy of praise, but for the world today, he is too weak and..."

Imrik raised his eyebrows and smiled, but did not express his incompetence. Since he was dead anyway, there was no need to hold him accountable.

Moreover, Finubar's death was caused by Malekith, which created a very favorable advantage for Imrik to ascend to the throne.

Issarion also laughed quietly. It seemed that he wanted to have a good talk with Imrik, whom he had known for a long time but with whom he had never had a deep conversation, in this chaotic battlefield.

"As for the Big Belly King, the first time I saw him, the silence of the Iris Tower came to my mind, as well as the conversation you told me and the teacher before the Kislev Vampire War, to pay attention to a bald vampire.

If you had said this after becoming the Chosen of Asuryan, I would have regarded it as the arrangement of fate by the Gods Above Gods, but you said these things when your rift with the Temple of Asuryan was at its worst.”

"You want an explanation?"

“Yes!” Eltharion stabbed a big man’s chest with his spear and sword at the same time, and tore him in half with his arm: “I talked to Teclis about you... Before the Battle of Finnuval Plains, Caledor’s intense war preparations.

Ignoring the intense post-war reconstruction work, he went to the Old World alone to support the Great Holy War... these seem to be just the tip of the iceberg. "

The Watcher turned back suddenly and stared at the Phoenix King: "Tell me, Imrik, do you already know our fate?"

"No, I never knew your fate.

But if fate is that, most of Ulthuan fell in the Battle of the Finnuval Fields, the Great Crusade caused Kislev to sink for two hundred years, the ratmen devoured every corner of the world wantonly, and the Dragonhorn stayed in the Eight Peaks and never returned...

You, Belannaar, and…"

Thinking of his wife's ever-serene eyes, Imrik's face became furious, and he turned into a tangible platinum flame that washed over the surroundings. He gritted his teeth and growled, "Aidila, they all died because of vampires, so I will kill all the vampires. If Malekith attempts to turn Ulthuan into a sea of ​​fire for his so-called destiny as the Phoenix King, then I will tear down the Temple of Asuryan and establish a new god!"

After a moment of silence, Eltharion slowly turned his head, he clenched the fang sword, and said in a firm tone: "Then I will be your sword and cut off all shackles!" At this moment, the Watcher has already felt the cold determination, the will of the Phoenix King.

at the same time……

In the palace of Terenlock, the princess who was snoring suddenly woke up.

There was a loud sound of porcelain and crystal bottles breaking, and the maids were so frightened that they quickly pushed open the door.

"Your Highness, what happened?"

The maid looked nervously at the prince who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She saw that the embossed hollow crystal bottle placed on the bedside table had turned into fragments on the ground, like a cluster of petals fallen from a flower.

This was a gift from the Dragon Prince back then... Prince Caledo, who had no artistic talent, spent a lot of time studying the hollow relief technique, and finally selected a satisfactory product and sent it to the Terenlock Palace.

The princess always regarded this item as a treasure. It should have been placed in the collection room as a symbol of friendship between the two countries, but it was eventually placed in the bedroom.

Adila, with her messy long golden hair, was wearing a gauze, translucent nightgown. The outfit was supposed to be cool, but it stuck to her skin due to sweat.

Ignoring the pain of the broken crystal bottle, Atila asked directly, "Did something happen?"

"You mean His Highness Menil? The little prince is in good condition. His portrait was sent to the Dragon Palace the day before yesterday."

Worried, Atila then asked, "What about Draknir?"

"Your Highness may be worried about how to deal with the affairs of the royal court. The biggest trouble may come from the merchants from the three major ports..."

The maid looked at the anxious prince cautiously and said with difficulty: "Atila, it could be..."

She swallowed and immediately lowered her head. If both princes were fine, the most likely reason for the princess to wake up in the middle of the night might be that majesty.

No one knows why His Majesty suddenly summoned Eltharion and Tyrion to go to the Old World, if it weren't for Draconian's repeated appeasement of the ministers.

The situation in the Old World was manageable. If it weren't for the preparations for a large-scale war, Attila would have gone to Lothern to rule the country.

"Imric, I think nothing will happen to him..."

Atila murmured, there are many capable people in the guard, Creon, Kadroin, Kuran... Teclis will also go together, and with Minasnil, it will definitely be foolproof.

But her husband's reckless character and his habit of charging directly into the enemy camp without paying attention to the guards made Attila choose to abdicate immediately.

Through brief communications and complaints about her son not delivering the news to Terenlock in time, Attila learned that her husband had joined the war.

But...if he was in the spectator seats, why did he wake me up?

Adila, who had already changed into her casual clothes, found her husband's angry roar in his sleep even more strange.

Why, why was he so angry... I had only seen that kind of resentment in him when he returned to the palace and whispered to himself after the funeral of Randy and Wycliffe.

The princess kept thinking and finally took action. She looked at the waiting maid and had made a decision in her heart.

"Let the court wizard prepare the teleportation spell. I want to go to the old world." (End of this chapter)