Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"You are questioning His Majesty's decision."

"I am merely fulfilling my duties as a subject... If this leads to suspicion, so be it.

If you can't convey this to His Majesty, I will contact people who share the same idea and jointly submit a proposal to His Majesty Draknir from the Council of Nobles. The Council of Nobles of Caledor asks the Phoenix Court to renegotiate the elf leader who will go on the expedition to the Norse Wasteland!"

North was silent for a long time. It seemed that Oliveira came prepared. In the minds of the Caledo grandfathers, it would be better to find a dog in the Dragon Ridge Mountains than to give the position of commander to Duruzzi. At least the dog had some Caledo bloodline and was more pleasing to the eye.

It seems that this is not only the request of the Northern Army... Without the approval of the vast majority of the members of the Council of Nobles, Oliveira would not have been able to exercise his never-before-used status as an honorary senator.

"I will tell you the truth, but the outcome...is not up to me."

Oliveira nodded heavily. The slogan of the Northern Army used to be to kill all the Druzis. The deep hatred was deeply engraved in the hearts of every soldier. The Dragon Princes headed by Masno were no less cruel to the Druzis than the Shadow King.

But one day, the three spirits suddenly became united, and there was no place to vent their hatred. What should we do?
Most of the Caledon Azur who had a deep hatred for Druzil chose to join the Northern Army. Once they returned to Ulthuan, they would think of their blood enemies living on the same island...

Most elves are extremely paranoid. For the sake of His Majesty's great cause, Masno cannot express his opposition openly and can only lead the Northern Army to continue moving northward.

"We would approve any Asur, even Alaros... but not Druzy."

After nodding to each other to show their understanding, the two left with heavy steps. North thought about it for a while on the way and finally chose to tell Atila the truth.

After all, this is not something that cannot be made public, and the princess naturally has the right to inject chips into the expedition.

Atila, who was flipping through the summit files, looked very subtle after listening to North's report.

"Agathel and the others can't hold back? It seems that Dracnir will have a hard time suppressing the war-seeking sentiments of the nobles in the Council of Nobles..."

The princess sighed, stretched out her body and leaned back in her chair, looking somewhat helpless: "I finally have a hundred years to cultivate myself, and these war maniacs are ready to cause trouble again. It's really troublesome."

"His Highness Draknir's ruling ideas are slightly different from your Majesty's. He firmly rejected the plans of the Noble Council to march into the Dark Land many times... He believed that the Chaos Dwarves could not threaten the Dragonbone Wasteland."

"The Khazaar dwarves certainly don't dare to risk being surrounded and annihilated by their cousins ​​and the elves by emerging from that smoky and wild land... There is almost no benefit to us from an expedition to the Dark Land. The threat posed by these horned dwarves is not even as great as that of the Shadow Tribe roaming around in Naggaroth."

"But wiping out the Shadow Tribe cannot satisfy the war needs of the Noble Council..."

"It's a headache. Neither the father nor the son truly holds all the power in their hands, allowing the nobles to control a large amount of resources, and finally being forced to start a war."

Atila rubbed her brows. She would definitely not take the initiative to intervene. The Joint Parliament was discussing the common projects of the two countries, unless Terranlock also responded to the call for war.

But the nobles of Terenlock are not as warlike as their next-door neighbors. They are busy enough studying chariot technology every day... It may also be that there are too many dragons of Caledor, and the issuance of the flight restriction order has deprived a large number of dragon princes of the opportunity to show off, so they want to vent somewhere else.

If this problem is not resolved, it is very likely that these noble council leaders will stage a siege of Lothern after Imrik returns to Ulthuan.

Knowing that North would not respond to such words, Atila waved her hand and said to herself: "Forget it, it's what they deserve. So many people died, I can't just not give them anything..."

"How should I respond to Oliveira? I'll make a decision after His Majesty returns."

Etila picked up an exquisite silver knife from the desk and swung it wildly between her fingertips. "Since you want to fight, let's have a warm-up battle first... How far is Asarniel's flagship from Altdorf?" "The Ark is near the Claw Sea, clearing out the fleeing Norscan dragon boats."

"Asking Karl Franz to sign a landing permit... doesn't seem right. I don't seem to have the power to mobilize the Royal Navy. Let's go find Draknir. He will definitely be able to solve this little problem."

The princess rolled her eyes and naturally received a helpless look from the herald. She could only contact the royal court's magic station on the spot.

"What is it, North? I hope you don't have any urgent news that would require me to be crowned Phoenix King immediately."

Prince Long's strange tone fully explained what filial piety is, but he only received a scolding from Atila.

"You kid, what do you say about your father? Even if he really is in trouble... you have to let me cry for a while before you can be crowned the Phoenix King."

The teasing tone fully demonstrated that the mother and son were not worried about the safety of the head of the family at all. Whatever could happen with Minasnir around, whatever mess the Phoenix King made, would be cleaned up by the old man in the end.

North pondered for a moment, then relayed Oliveira's request in a tactful tone, and reminded His Royal Highness the Dragon Prince that during the time you have been in charge of the royal court, there may have been undercurrents in Caledo.

On the other side of the image, Draconir nodded thoughtfully. There had not been a large-scale war launched in a hundred years, which was obviously not in line with Caledor's situation.

The hawkish faction led by Agthor believes that it is time to expand the control of the Dragon Kingdom...

"North, father went to Bretonnia once before, right?"

"Yes, His Majesty urgently aided Bretonnia. I don't know the specific details... But His Majesty brought a decorated pioneer mercenary here. Perhaps he knows something."

"Well... go have a good chat with this mercenary. I hope he can say something flattering."

Emphasizing the tone of the word "pleasing", the eye contact between Draconir and Etila has fully explained how the Dragon Prince plans to divert the domestic conflicts.

North left on his own accord, and after a while, he returned to the tent and repeated the mercenary's words in a somewhat vague tone.

"Your Majesty said that the next time the elves come to Bretonnia, they will not have good intentions, and the Knight Kingdom will face the worst disaster in history... That's all Grom heard."

"enough."

Draconir nodded with satisfaction. All he wanted was the tacit approval of the royal court. At least the Phoenix King could not say openly that he would go against the promise made at the summit.

But the summit has not yet ended, and the treaty has not yet been formally implemented. Besides, what does the promise made by you, King Phoenix, have to do with me, Prince Dragon? Don't think that just because father and son are close, I have to fulfill my filial duty.

"Caldor's army will gather towards Sartosa... Tell Oliveira that according to the agreement between the Phoenix Court and Caldor, when an emergency occurs in the kingdom, the legion commander has the right to receive orders from the Dragon Court first. He will know what to do."

"Will you lead the army yourself?" North couldn't help but ask curiously. He would not question the decision of this family. Even if His Highness Draknir's war order was not approved by the Phoenix King, it would be the father who would be responsible for cleaning up the mess in the end.

Or maybe the Phoenix King would even be happy enough to choose to go into battle himself.

"It depends on the situation... If father is willing to return to the royal court to take care of government affairs and take care of the noisy Menil for me, I don't mind putting my name on the list." (End of this chapter)