Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Agthel, the meeting is about to start!"

Beatrix's angry voice made the Lord of Wind Howling City open his eyes with difficulty. He rubbed his eyelids that were heavy from drinking too much yesterday, looked at the chaotic environment around him in a trance, and asked his wife in a confused tone.

"Where is this?"

"You damn bastard..." Beatrix pinched Aggsel's neck and yelled at her husband, who was already calloused and didn't care about her loving touch.

"Draconil has requested a meeting and has named you to attend!"

"It must be some kind of Ulthuan defense meeting. I don't want to go. I don't have time to take care of the borders of those fucking kingdoms... It's annoying enough to watch birds poop on the coastline of Caledor, and we have to go to other kingdoms to watch. Are my brothers and I too full to do anything?"

Agthel, who was thirsty, pulled his wife to the wine table with the flesh of his neck and picked up a bottle of special beer. Although the taste was rough and a bit inferior, it was quite intoxicating to drink.

He picked up the wine bottle and shook it, then sprinkled it in his mouth but only a few drops were left. He said with difficulty, "Beatrix, we are out of wine at home. Remember to buy more next time when you restock."

Beatrix loosened her fingers, wiped the wine stains from her husband's mouth with her sleeve, took out a pot of water, and said with a little sadness: "Agthel, I know..."

"You don't know what that kid Draknir is thinking! I took great pains to place people in various major gates, just to let Ortheya inherit my will after I leave and witness the continuation of the great era...

But he actually made me keep participating in that useless war council. When did Caledor need the consent of the war council to launch a war? Eltharion is a good war lord, more serious and pragmatic than Tyrion, but he..."

Agsel took a sip of water and decided not to complain too much about his experiences over the past century. He had replaced Randy as the de facto head of the nobility, but the situation was much more difficult than during Randy's regency.

"Think about it, when was the last time Draknir drew his sword?"

"Going to Athel Loren sixty years ago..."

"Yes, the Dragon Prince of Caledor, the descendant of a dragon tamer who has yet to claim the throne of Dragon Lord from his father. It has been sixty years since he started fighting!"

"But you can't deny Draknir like that. Think about the situation in Caledor before Imrik became the Phoenix King. We have the most powerful army and the poorest education level. Except for Nagarythe, Caledor's average level of knowledge is the lowest among all countries.

The first thing every child uses when he is born is not a toy, but the sword and armor left by his father! Think about Elvis, does he still have any memory of his father? At least in the hundred years of Draknir's rule, we can feel the changes in life, not..."

Throwing down the wine jug, Agthor said firmly, "I would rather the children of Orthea hold my sword and understand responsibility than see our family become a backer for businessmen and politicians to seek profits!"

Beatrix stopped talking, stroked her husband's long hair, and put her cheek against the shoulder full of alcohol: "I know... you think you have been abandoned and turned into the cornerstone of the times. Imrik and Draknir gave the best treatment to all the warriors who contributed, but they did not satisfy the deepest vision in their hearts...

But this time, Draknir is serious. He has ordered the courtiers to return to Kalede and ask the Church of Val to light the fire and raise the temperature of the volcano..."

Agsel was silent for a long time. He stared at the sky outside the door, as if recalling something...

"Beatrix, I want to be a hero, a hero like Ocasites... He is forever engraved in our memory. That figure standing in front of the gate of the ancestral treasury, the overlap of the past and the present, is a sadness that we can never let go of."

"You already are." Beatrix's tone was a little tearful. That strange curse would eventually and mercilessly descend upon every elf and swallow up everything they cherished.

Agathel gently lifted a strand of white hair from his shoulders, and said with a hint of relief in his self-mockery: "Perhaps. Since the court has called, I will go there and summon the warriors of Howling Wind City. No matter what happens, we are the sharpest blades of Caledor..."

The Lord of Howling Wind City held his wife's hand and stood up. When they looked at each other, there were strong and complicated emotions in his eyes, but they eventually turned into calmness. However, when the words came to his lips, they finally turned into hesitation.

"Beatrix, I..."

"Go, my husband, and prove the honor and strength of the Adonis family." The wife's sadness turned into a smile, just like the expression she had when she watched her husband go to the Dragon Gate to report on his work three hundred years ago.

"Well, say hello to Althea for me, and tell Davian to treat our daughter well."

The farewell words showed the Dragon Prince's last tenderness. He walked in the huge manor, with only waves of emptiness in his heart.

Asuryan's curse...still came. No one could escape the gaze of that indifferent god. Even though he and the Phoenix King were close friends, the emptiness in his heart could not be erased.

He walked in the lush woods, and on the straight oak trees, he seemed to see figures who had left long ago.

"Randy, Wycliffe, Turner, Felix, Elana... Is this what it feels like to be dying? I suddenly understand Aizhuo a little, hehe."

In the city lord's hall, Agthel picked up the magic stone that symbolized the call to war after a long absence and contacted his blood brother.

"Ed Tallis, how is the situation at Dawn Fortress..."

"Everything is fine, but your tone?"

The Dragon Prince on the other side was keenly aware of his brother's strangeness, and then teased, "Is it Beatrix who scolded you for drinking too much and neglecting your work again?"

"Yes, she is a crazy woman, staring at me in this empty hall all day long."

The sadness was not revealed, but what was finally rewarded was an invitation.

"It's been a long time since you and I fought side by side, brother."

"I've grown so old that I've almost forgotten. It should have been a hundred years ago."

"If I ask you to temporarily leave Dawn Fortress and join me in fighting an unidentified enemy, will you come?"

"Unless you're asking me to fight Lothern... What's the time?"

"Now."

Edtalis's laughter was different from the gloomy one Agthor had in the past. It seemed that the woman from Terenlock had completely resolved her brother's worries.

"If you act in the name of brother instead of the Lord of Howling Wind City, I might be the only one who can participate in Dawn Fortress."

"That's enough, but I also hope Elvis can join this family gathering after a long absence."

"I hope he can still remember that he is the son of Wind Howl City, and not... the damn Prince Ainir. I will ask him to be present."

Edtalis cursed and responded to his brother's call with action. No matter who the opponent was or what the reason was, as long as it was the request of his blood brother, he would respond without hesitation.

Brothers?

Agthor put down the Philosopher's Stone and looked at the chair next to him from the position of the city lord. He thought of Elvis's father... the brave dragon prince. He also thought of the grief he felt when he first heard that Elvis sacrificed himself to save His Highness in Nagarythe. He remained silent.

"You have an outstanding child...brother." (End of chapter)