Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

pray?

This thought caused everyone present to shake their heads in silence. Praying to the gods when feeling powerless was definitely not Caledor's style.

Perhaps one day the gods will be able to play a role, but most people hope that it will be at critical moments, rather than causing trouble for believers on a daily basis.

In order not to hurt Atila's face, Oliveira did not refuse on the spot, and said tactfully: "I will try. Asuryan dominates the fate of all of us. If Your Majesty takes power, I firmly believe that the God of Gods will help the Order race overcome the difficulties."

After the matter was settled, Oliveira turned sideways and nodded to the Flame Knight beside him, indicating that he wanted to talk alone: ​​"Carol, I would like to know more about His Majesty's whereabouts."

This was an excuse, but Carol still nodded and left with Oliveira.

After leaving the Phoenix King's tent and meeting the guards, Carol kept nodding and greeting them. Although there was some discomfort between them, they had been together for a hundred years, so etiquette still existed.

Oliveira took out a wooden stick and lit up the half-man tobacco, a specialty of the Mute Territory, while Carol frowned and waved. He looked as if he was attending a smokers' convention hosted by Masno.

"I like to see you like this. Not everyone is like the Flame Knights, who only need to do dirty work for His Majesty... I heard that the court passed a resolution to provide additional subsidies to disabled veterans?"

"It was approved half a year ago. His Highness Draknir oversaw the flow of this fund, which mostly came from his personal mining income in Naggaroth."

"I also hope he can pass a bill to subsidize overseas soldiers, such as arranging social gatherings for us."

After chatting for a while, Carol didn't speculate too much about Oliveira's purpose and asked in the most direct way.

"What are you worried about? I don't think the elves will suffer any significant losses in this war, leaving the humans and dwarves to deal with it. We only need to provide some insignificant help.

Instead of exacerbating the conflict with Creon like before, or in other words..."

Carol hesitated slightly, and said speculatively: "Is this the will of the Lord of Blades?"

"The Lord of Blades never said anything to me. He only guided my sword to be sharper and to fight without hesitation... I am worried about something else. Has Your Majesty ever stayed in the Old World for so long because of a meeting?"

"One hundred and forty years ago..."

"Magnus is dying. The elven royal physician has repeatedly mentioned to the Dragon Court that the human emperor can only live for ten years at most. Ten years is a blink of an eye for the elves, but Magnus is one of the few humans recognized by His Majesty. That two-year visit can be described as a journey."

Under Carol's puzzled gaze, Oliveira took a deep puff of his pipe and exhaled the turbid air. "I am worried that Ulthuan will focus entirely on the Old World... The elves have already violated the interests of too many forces. Just imagine, given time, the greenskins in the mountains on the edge of the world, the skeletons in the ancient tombs in the southern desert, the rats in the withered swamps, the monsters in the northern wastes, the hoofed beasts in the forests, the Bretonnian knights... all point their spearheads at Ulthuan. How should we respond?"

"This is not a problem we should consider. If any race disobeys, the elves can wipe out all enemies!"

This is pride and also confidence. The Flame Knights have never doubted that the elves have the power to fight against the world. The only reason why His Majesty did not start a war of conquest is nothing more than the threat from the dark gods.

But if one day, when the Phoenix King drives out the dark gods, this world will completely become the kingdom of the elves. "Okay... let's change the subject. I need to meet with the Karak Dreadnought Fort Breacher who was appointed by His Majesty before."

Carol lowered his eyebrows, as if he was very unhappy to hear these humans mentioned. "I need to remind you that although His Majesty conferred the title on the battlefield, he did not inform the archive manager North. According to the rules of the royal court, this is only a verbal commendation, and there is no substantive title."

"Now it is... Don't you understand, Carol? How many years has it been since the elves produced a warrior or hero worthy of praise?"

“They just lacked the right opportunity.”

"But the right opportunities are always extremely rare and hard to come by in a lifetime! We must support human heroes who can help Karl Franz stabilize the order of the empire, just like Raskol!"

Speaking of the general, the Flame Knight remained silent for a rare time. He finally shook his head and said that this would inevitably bring serious consequences. If Catherine had not caused so much trouble to Kislev, Raskol would have almost lost control.

"Okay, but don't do anything stupid with your majesty's name. The Flame Knights have an obligation to protect the monarch's honor... Command rights are irrelevant, but we cannot sit idly by and watch something that undermines the royal dignity."

"Don't forget, I am still the Blade of Caledor, and I won't be stupid enough to belittle myself."

…………

Lying on the camp bed, Mok would always recall the scene at that time. In order to guide the direction of the elven cavalry's attack, they fought their way out of the group of green-skinned boys in a nearly human bomb-like manner.

Sigmar must have seen the courage of the Sons of the Empire and given them supreme power to resist evil. They were so convinced that even if they sacrificed themselves, as long as they could dedicate the final victory to the Empire and to the Reik Griffin Banner, they would never let the Emperor down.

But what really shocked Mok was the elf who charged into the enemy group on his own. He never thought that someone could take the lives of more than a dozen greenskins with just the swing of a spear.

The handsome warhorse held its body high, and stepped on the enemy's head with its hooves, crushing the hard skull into pieces...

The sound of powerful footsteps made Mok tilt his head slightly, twist his painful body, and ask the person who came with a forced smile on his face.

“Your Majesty Franz will surely be able to…”

"Mok, I'm afraid I'm sorry to disappoint you. I reported the matter of the Breacher to Knight Kelly, and he also relayed it to Emperor Franz... But apart from the twelve of us, there is no one else who can provide evidence. The Dragon Prince who saved us only obeyed the order of the Phoenix King and took us away."

The companion's tone of disappointment finally turned into helplessness as the cot creaked: "His Majesty Franz will reward us personally, and each brother will get a lot of land in Uberrick... The pensions of Boss Derrick and his men will be paid according to normal specifications."

"Really..." Mok's face turned pale for a moment, and finally he opened his arms as if relieved, and lay on the camp bed without any strength left in his body.

He laughed at himself in his heart. After all, we are just small characters and have no right to directly ask the Phoenix King for testimony. It is already good enough to get a lot of land.

Apart from the sacrifice of Boss Derrick, are the deaths of others worthless? The same pension may be right... (End of this chapter)