Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"I don't agree. Why let the Flame Knights cover those damn... heavy firepower teams? Their poor skills will only make the situation worse! Any one of the Flame Knights can be more useful than a hundred heavy firepower teams!"

Creon hammered the wooden table angrily. He was ready to play the leading role and gallop across the sky with the Star Dragon. He watched the humans and dwarfs fighting hard below, and finally, out of desperation, he had to save these poor guys.

Eltharion was busy investigating the magic of the ratmen, and Atira rarely interfered with Caledor's army. Now that His Majesty was not present, it would definitely be the Captain of the Flameborn Knights who would be in charge of the war against the elves.

"Oh? You don't obey this arrangement?"

Oliveira's smile was like the most severe mockery.

Creon took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. It was understandable that a kid with no glorious tradition could ascend to such a prominent position. However, as an old noble, he didn't bother to care about it.

"According to the palace's military sequence, you and I are at the second level of command. Unless they personally issue orders, you and I should work together to plan instead of giving orders to each other."

"But I am still an honorary member of the Noble Council... and the tribune of Tal Kaled. The war in Karak Dreadnought has seriously affected Kaled's normal production and life, and caused immeasurable losses to the children of Caledor.

According to Article 2 of the Caledonian National Disaster Emergency Act, the tribunes are obliged to take into account the interests of the people in times of crisis and use extraordinary means in accordance with the will of the people, including the ability to arbitrarily dispatch an army of no more than 500 people to protect the lives and property of the people. "

With Creon looking as though he had eaten a mouthful of green shit and looked like pig liver, Oliveira continued, "The Flame Knights are a formally organized army under the Dragon Court Military Order. I think you can't refuse the tribune's request and guarantee the safety of people's lives and property."

"That's just bullshit..."

"Ahem, Creon, please watch your words." Attila, who was watching the joke, reminded the captain to calm down. Although Oliveira was talking nonsense, it was indeed very funny.

Taking a second deep breath, Creon seized the loophole in the tribune's words: "Article 2 of the Disaster Emergency Act requires the tribune to use unconventional measures based on the wishes of the people. You need to show the Flame Knights the needs of the people."

Creon looked around and saw only six people present. Atila was Prince Terenlock and not a citizen of Caledor at all, so her words were of no use at all.

He and Oliveira were from Howling Wind City, and strictly speaking, they did not belong to Kaled, so they would definitely be able to find loopholes.

Only Carroll, Bocachiri and North can cancel this stupid decision.

“Then let the people express their wishes.”

Just as Carol and Bocachi were about to raise their hands to say that this was nonsense and how could a Flame Knight be a bodyguard for humans, Oliveira emphasized it.

"Remember, it's the civilian population. Military personnel are not considered civilians."

That would be even safer, as North would definitely abstain from voting. He would never get involved in factional struggles.

Creon felt as steady as an old dog, and he held his head high to explain that Oliveira was simply asking for trouble, and that he would never commit a crime at home.

But the captain was surprised by the reaction of Konos.

The herald simply nodded his head and spoke words of fear in a calm tone.

"The greenskins have caused serious harm to my physical and mental health. For many days, I have been smelling the lingering stench. If I continue to stay in the Grey Mountains, I am afraid I will hear the call of Asuryan." After speaking, North felt that the argument was not sufficient, and added: "The greenskins also stole several of my precious parchment files, which made my already poor finances even worse. I ask the tribune to put an end to this situation immediately and give the citizens of Kaled a peaceful life."

"This is……"

"Okay, Creon." Just as the Flame Knight was about to attack, Attila raised her hand to stop him.

The princess smiled inexplicably, looking at the two people who had already colluded and shook her head helplessly: "I understand why Imrik has been making trouble in the royal court all these years and doesn't want to do anything. It turns out that his subordinates have become the same as him."

"Your Majesty is still a good teacher, hehe."

The shaking head showed the princess's speechlessness, but in the end she calmed down and confirmed Oliveira's plan as the real decision maker.

"The most important role of the Flame Knights in this battle is not to charge into battle. It is undeniable that your presence can make the greenskins afraid, but the role you should play is to serve as a heavy firepower weapons team as an important means of attack. You can stay where you are with peace of mind.

One rocket launcher may not be able to match your martial arts, but a hundred, a thousand, if they have enough resources, they can hit the greenskins far more effectively than swords."

"Although it is true..." Creon found it difficult to argue. No matter how good his martial arts were or how fast he killed, it would still take a lot of time to kill a thousand pigs, not to mention the greenskins who would fight back.

The Dragon Prince is famous throughout the world because of the perfect combination of the elves' precise attacks on the enemies and the dragons' sweeping power. But the problem now is that there are not enough dragons to completely ignore any tactics.

"You will have a chance to play, and it will be at the most critical moment." Oliveira comforted them. He didn't want to waste the Flame Knights' precious impact force in an endless battle with the green-skinned boys.

In the past, this was possible because His Majesty would personally kill the most valuable targets, and the Flame Knights only had to follow, deal with the cannon fodder, and be cheerleaders.

Now it seems that this group of the most elite knights, numbering no more than a hundred people, still needs to play the role they should have.

"Well, okay...but next time, no matter where Imrik goes, the Flame Knights must travel fully armed."

Any problems that arise are due to insufficient numbers of dragons; this is Creon's belief.

"You can discuss this with your Majesty." Atila waved her hand, telling Creon to stop being stubborn. "Oliveira, we still have some time to prepare. What else do you think is needed?"

He really wanted to talk about dragons. As long as there were enough dragons, everything would be solved.

"huge……"

"No dragons, but I have an idea that might... help."

"No idea is as good as a dragon. I'll take my leave now."

Oliveira's disappointment suddenly changed as Atila whispered.

"It is said that when each Phoenix King is crowned, the Omen of Asuryan will spread its wings and cover the Platinum Flame Temple. However, Imrik has ruled the elves for a hundred years, and the Platinum Flame Temple has never been disturbed... I remember that there was a small altar of Asuryan when the Phoenix King traveled with him. Perhaps you can go and try to see if you can call out the Omen of Asuryan." (End of this chapter)