Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

As North put the files into his travel bag, this seemingly ridiculous and useless post-ceremony officially ended.

"Please pay attention to the notification from the Elven Embassy of Altdorf after the war. We will inform Emperor Karl Franz through official channels about the Phoenix King's commendation to you... If there is no relevant notification within half a year, you can look for the Embassy of Caledor and a specialist will solve it."

"Is this the end?"

Mok was a little confused, he thought it was some difficult task... At least there were a few elves clapping and cheering to express their congratulations.

Instead of what is happening now, one person who looks very indifferent keeps asking questions, while the other one is doing his job in a businesslike manner.

"There is no precedent for the Phoenix King to reward the people of the Empire. I can only deal with it in the same way as two hundred years ago. If His Majesty has other plans for you... then it is best not to have them."

North nodded to Oliveira, indicating that his matter had been resolved. As for what the Blade of Caledo wanted to do with the names of these warriors, that was not the herald's concern.

North took a step back, and finally Oliveira took over the topic again. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the group of disabled people with an oppressive look.

"Mok, listen, you are all lucky... I have seen many soldiers who left voluntarily or were forced to leave after their comrades died or their limbs were injured. It has nothing to do with courage.

You can enjoy respect in the empire with this title. You can find any guild and show the nameplate. They will bribe you with a large sum of gold coins... I give you a choice: return to Uberrick and become a manor owner, or use your remaining strength to prove that you deserve this honor."

Disability, contempt, disdain...

Mok could see these things from the elves' eyes. He turned around and looked back at the remaining brothers, and found that many of them were obviously moved by Oliveira's proposal. Their lips moved slightly as if they wanted to leave this place of trouble through the elves' channels.

But in this way... can we be worthy of those brothers who died at the hands of the greenskins?
He clenched his hands, veins popping out on his white palms. An elf who questioned the courage of the son of Rick Territory!
"Listen, Oliveira, the greenskins are driven by their evil gods, or maybe not just the greenskins, but also the beastmen, the Yankees, the vampires... They have used their crazy beliefs and fanaticism to fight against those who are trying to survive, but they are afraid of the beliefs behind us and the hammers and muskets in our hands.

They have evil power and blasphemous will far beyond mortals, as well as the protection of evil gods, while we have faith in Sigmar, steel and contempt for the enemy, but when the dust settles, only the Empire will still stand!"

These words revealed Mok's persistence as he uttered his response to Oliveira's proposal word by word.

"I will not leave until the empire falls or I die, otherwise I will fight for the emperor all my life!"

This firm tone made those who were originally hesitant slowly raise the tree branch crutches in their hands and their stiff bodies.

"I am the son of Rick and I will never leave."

"Let those businessmen die. I will only die on the battlefield, not in a pile of money covered in blood."

He responded one sentence after another until a smile gradually appeared in Oliveira's eyes, and then he finally stopped.

"Very good, record Mok's thoughts, I believe His Majesty will appreciate these warriors...then say something practical." "I can't bypass the empire's command system and directly ask you to do something. This is one of the reasons why your reputation as a warrior has not been implemented. The monarchs of the three races are all vying for the right to speak...

Of course, this has nothing to do with you, the big guys. Someone will take care of your injuries... If you continue to have the courage you have shown before, your future achievements will be limitless. This is my guarantee."

The farewell gift was a token from the legion commander given by Oliveira, which could ensure that the twelve soldiers would at least not be deliberately arranged to make unnecessary sacrifices.

Mok, who was holding the thing, had mixed feelings in his heart. The death of hundreds of brothers seemed to have only earned him a sword-gripping dragon claw token made of fine steel in his hand... Was it worth it?

The shock of being patted on the shoulder made him look away, only to see a pair of smiling eyes.

"Don't think too much. This will at least ensure that even if we die, our families will receive proper help. You've heard about the treatment of the elves. Every victim gets a large amount of compensation. We should be able to get at least half of it."

"That's right. Don't take life and death lightly. I might die tomorrow... Get some wine and meat from Old Hod tonight. I'll treat you!"

"That's it, beer and grilled sausages, that's the real enjoyment."

The noisy injuries made Oliveira look away, he didn't think much about these people, it was just an opportunity to display his abilities.

Perhaps one day, they will be grateful for the support of the Phoenix King, but the prerequisite is to survive.

He turned around and looked at North with a very serious expression.

"Regarding the expedition to the Norse Wasteland that was discussed at the summit, I hope you can tell me in detail why His Majesty chose Malus."

North remained silent. He would not explain His Majesty's orders to officials at all levels. He would only convey them instead of interpreting them again.

Seeing the herald was silent, Oliveira said with a hint of excitement: "You have the right to advise His Majesty. We all know that His Majesty often makes unpredictable choices..."

"But afterwards, it will always be proved that your Majesty's decision is correct!" North emphasized, with a warning look in his eyes. This act of directly questioning the sensitive confidant of the Phoenix King broke the unspoken rules of the past hundred years.

The Parliament of Nobles, the Northern Army, the People of the New World, the Royal Navy, the Overseas Fortresses, the Foreign Legion...

Their respective interests and needs are different. The new front will undoubtedly support a person with a say. The force represented by Oliveira is the Northern Army...

"I am not speaking on behalf of the Northern Army! Listen, North. Your father died at the hands of Druzil. I have seen him. He was very brave in the Battle of Finuval Plains. Hundreds of my brothers who belonged to the Claw of Patunuin also died at the hands of Druzil... Even though His Majesty has always emphasized that there is no distinction between Asur and Druzil, is this possible?
The reason why the Shadow King was able to suppress Nagarysh Druzil was nothing more than His Majesty's high-pressure rule. The only one who could act freely so far, Roxia the Corrupted Heart, did so because he knew that the Royal Navy needed a black glove to do the dirty work.

But what about Malus? As long as he regains his freedom and power, the power of Druzil will rise again, and the Shadow King will have no time to care about the Norse Wasteland! "(End of this chapter)