Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Chaos and disorder... This was Etila's deep impression of the imperial army.

With the Phoenix King mysteriously disappearing again, there was no doubt that Princess Terenlock was the one in charge of the elves. She first counted the losses of the Royal Guards and found that they were only in the single digits...

Some overly radical black guards were swallowed into the abyss. At that time, the Dragon Prince was rushing to support the princess who was fighting in the front and had no time to worry about these unfortunate guys.

The guards were unmoved by this. Druzy thought these unfortunate people were useless, and the rest of the guards didn't think much of it when they saw they were the Black Guards.

Perfect cooperation has always been a pipe dream. Thousands of years of estrangement and the fact that the Druzi still retain a considerable number of traditions have always made them incompatible with the mainstream society of Ulthuan.

Atila was not prepared to worry about this for her husband. She opened the curtain of the carriage and unpacked the emergency supplies that the Phoenix King needed for his travels. She found that these precious medicines from Avalon had hardly been touched.

"Doesn't anyone know that Imrick has these life-saving things? This truckload of medicines can save at least thousands of lives."

Creon looked aside and was unwilling to answer this question directly. He explained in an awkward tone: "You also know that these medicines are used to save His Majesty's life in critical situations..."

"If someone is really able to kill him, what's the use of this truckload of medicines? It's better to hope to bring a few more teleportation beacons." Attila shook her head in confusion. Apparently, without anyone reminding her, her husband's attention was not on the assault on Karak Dreadnought.

Not to mention how serious the damage was from the earthquake, there must have been many casualties as we advanced along the mountains towards Karak Dreadnought, but these things weren't even opened.

"Give the things to Karl Franz. I really don't want to see a warrior who is fighting with blood and blood using a few rags to treat his wounds. Remember, it's free."

"This seems to be something belonging to the Royal Guards..."

Atila glared at her and said, "I don't care who you are. Since I'm in charge, you'd better listen to me."

"If you have any objections to this, you can go and question the War Lord, but since the Phoenix King has not denied it, it means he agrees."

"Okay, okay, you are a prince after all."

With a sigh with multiple meanings, Creon had no choice but to find a few Rick Guards and ask them to take away the medicines in the carriage and only keep some treasures that were truly used for emergency treatment.

The gloom of Rick's guards gradually dissipated when they saw the types and descriptions of the medicines. Several knights with serious expressions nodded and touched their chests to express their gratitude to Attila.

"Thank you. With these medicines, we can save more soldiers on the verge of life and death. His Majesty the Emperor must be deeply grateful for the help of the Phoenix King."

"Really... I just hope your emperor won't cause too much trouble for my husband."

The inexplicable words ended with Atila waving her hand and driving away Rick's guards.

The wounded are still being treated urgently, and no one dares to risk the stigma of not valuing life by reviewing the battlefield and... holding people accountable.

Atila stood with her arms folded, watching the busy medical team using crude methods to urgently amputate the arms and thighs of the wounded.

There was no anesthetic, no sophisticated tools, only an iron saw that was used to cut through the wound. After the blood foamed everywhere, the blood was stopped by using red-hot iron pliers...

Those with more serious infections can only be sent to the pastor to pray to the merciful goddess Shaliya to perform a miracle and save innocent lives.

If they are truly difficult to treat, their final destination will be the battle priests, who will go to the side of the guardian of the empire with prayers to Sigmar.

“They don’t have enough staff.”

Atila made such a judgment, her tone was calm but with a sense of coercion. "That's for sure, it's just a busy assembly, the medical level of the imperial army is similar to prenatal education..." Creon agreed, but as Atila turned around, the older Flame Knight pointed at him in disbelief.

"You want us to treat humans?"

"The Flame Knights and the White Lion Guards have received the most professional first aid training to prevent the Phoenix King from dying from crude medical treatment in critical moments... So, treat these people with the same attitude as you would treat the Phoenix King."

The Flame Knight was about to retort, but Atila said first: "Do you want me to perform amputation treatment on these humans and meet the Phoenix King with a dirty body?"

"Damn...tigress." Creon muttered in an inaudible voice. What else could he do?
The Flame Knight walked up to the wounded man, pushed the medical staff away, and without caring about the human's reaction, he picked up a steel sword from the ground and used the sharp weapon to do embroidery work, cutting a hole in the wounded man's abdomen. The steel sword picked out the stones and iron slag that had pierced his body bit by bit with subtle movements.

His sophisticated techniques made Creon seem like a master who was well versed in medicine, but in fact he was just using the wounded as objects for sword practice, torturing his opponents with the slightest force.

"sewing."

The medical staff handed over a pin, and the Flame Knight sutured the wound in the wounded man's abdomen in less than ten seconds, and then walked to the next person.

With the addition of the Royal Guards, the problem of shortage of manpower was effectively alleviated. The Flame Knights were skilled and experienced, and their speed was so fast that it seemed like they were killing people.

The White Lion Guards used veterinary methods, ignoring the already uncomfortable bodies of the wounded, and tortured the patients roughly, but fortunately the effect was good, and the axe could successfully handle things like amputation.

Atila was quite satisfied watching the treatment of the wounded. As for Kuran's resentful look, which seemed to emphasize that the Black Guards were no less capable than the other two in healing, she completely ignored it.

Would anyone really trust the Black Guard to treat him? Atila couldn't help but doubt it.

"Atira... I have some not-so-good news." With several wounds on his face, Issarion looked as serious and stern as usual. The war lord, who had just finished talking with North, looked a little anxious at this moment.

"Well, let's talk about it somewhere else."

The two of them walked quickly to the tent that belonged to the Phoenix King. Atila, who wanted to pour a glass of wine, stopped when she saw Issarion raised his hand, knowing that he might have something important to say.

"Imric is working with Lord Slann to deal with the aftermath of the earthquake... Before the earthquake, Elvis informed North of the unusual movements of the ratmen under the mountains, but it was probably intercepted by the Grey Prophet's magic. We relied too much on magic to transmit information, which led to serious defects in the flow of intelligence."

Atila nodded thoughtfully. The key to the matter was the earthquake. It was obvious that the ratmen wanted to sink the entire Karak Dreadnought Fortress...

She didn't want to think about it too much, why the rat had such ability.

The key issue lies in the delay in Elvis's delivery of the message. In other words, the elves, who should not have been involved in this war, are likely to become the focus of accountability.

"Do Karl Franz and Thorgren know about this?"

"We don't know yet." Issarion obviously understood that if someone manipulated this, it would cause the favorable conditions reached at the summit to collapse.

"Then spread the word. I'm eager to see how they react."

Atila looked calm, as if she was prepared to do something about the matter.

Isharion frowned, unable to guess what Atila was thinking for a moment, but out of trust, he agreed without asking any further questions.

"They will know soon..." (End of this chapter)