Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

This is a dilemma. After experiencing the tranquility of these days, not everyone wants to go back to that frenetic era.

At that time, the only thing that was worthy of praise for Caledor was his bravery and how many medals he had won, not his wealth and status...

"We have a comprehensive pension system. The families of every soldier who died in battle will receive respect and understanding from the kingdom..."

Agthel's tone was a little inadequate, and there was a major loophole in his words, which Grell pointed out mercilessly.

"Who will fill the void left by the families who have lost their fathers, mothers, husbands or wives? Take the statues made of Wind Howling City stone and put them in your home as souvenirs!"

"You two, calm down. We are discussing important resolutions in accordance with the charter. We should not escalate to the level of personal attacks."

Ronin's tone was heavy. As a peacemaker in a relatively objective capacity, he would not choose to stand on one side among Kalede, Windwhistle City and Anvil of Vaal. If he really had to choose, he would only choose Kaledor.

The two arguing noble representatives of their respective cities reluctantly agreed, but it did not seem easy to get a perfect result.

"Let's get back to the root of the problem, about Bretonnia and the Withered Swamp..." Ronin pondered for a while, pushed back his chair, found the relevant map in the box next to the round table, and spread it out on the table.

The two maps have similar specifications, but the details of the intelligence are very different. The detailed castles, villages, supply points, churches, holy places of the Ten Duchies of Bretonnia... a series of places that are extremely important to the Kingdom of Knights are all in the elves' intelligence network.

In sharp contrast, there is a withered swamp with several tunnel entrances marked on the periphery and a bronze pendulum in the center of the swamp, nothing else.

"Let's not discuss who to attack first for now. I don't think the thirteen of us here can decide this...Forgive my offense, Draknir. Since you didn't directly specify the target of attack, you must want to listen to the opinions of the nobles before making a decision."

"Please continue, Lord Ronin." Draconian did not deny the statement. He respected this great wizard who was usually known for his boldness and cheerfulness. He would always show his courage at the most important moment when necessary and finally make things that were difficult to negotiate come true.

"Why don't we discuss two feasible plans first? The difficulty and benefits of attacking Bretonnia, and the Withered Swamp... What do you think, my Lords?"

"Just barely." Agsel accepted it, pinching his nose. He didn't really care who he hit, he just didn't like Greyril's weak attitude.

Seeing that it was unavoidable, Greyriel could only nod his head with difficulty. He was not afraid of war, but he believed that Caledo's current focus was on training the next generation and digesting massive resources.

"Then tell me in detail."

Since it was time for planning, it was inevitable that Edgar, who had presided over the invasion of the Badlands, would be the first to speak. After the old general knew that nothing could be changed, he could only sigh and express his thoughts.

“Let’s talk about the Withered Swamp first. I don’t think this is a place where normal military operations can intervene. The terrain, intelligence, and away field disadvantages... will all drag us into an endless quagmire.

The most appropriate way... Remember Clarkalond?"

"What do you mean?" Draknir thought to himself that it was interesting. It seemed that the veteran's thinking was very different from the past and was not bound by some traditional tactics.

"I propose that the navy block the border of the Blighted Swamp, introduce seawater backflow into the Skaven City, and drown all the rats in the tidal abyss of Marselan."

"This is a bit far-fetched." As the only two mages present, Ronin thought about the feasibility. The Withered Swamp is very large and filled with the chaotic aura of the evil god. There is no way to control the direction of the earth vein energy, and changing the terrain is simply impossible. "I put forward my opinion. This is much more empty than discussing how to drill a hole, but it is one of the few ways to completely wipe out the Skaven Demon City...

Unless we want to wage a guerrilla war for hundreds of years around a cave of unknown depth, we must rely on the power of nature."

The members of parliament present looked at each other, not knowing how to evaluate this plan. This was simply impossible in the military field. The reason why Krakalond could sink to the bottom of the sea was because the underground sea had long been dug into a sieve by Druzil, and the Shadow King had personally dived in many times to identify the support points.

Could we bring in seawater? No one had heard of this horrible plan.

"I will discuss this plan with the White Tower of Hoeth and the Slann Council." Draconir nodded in agreement with the idea. This plan was bold and seemed feasible. It was not difficult for the Slann to transform the terrain. It was just a matter of building a sea canal leading directly to the Skaven City. The biggest problem was the horned evil god and the dimensional stone energy in the withered swamp.

"Then let's talk about Bretonnia... I suggest starting with Brione, knocking down the tower of the Fairy of the Lake, and letting all the knights focus on the south. Then, a giant dragon army will head straight for Cologne..."

Agthor has a different view, pointing directly to Bordreaux as the gateway to Bretonnia.

"No, our navy has an absolute advantage and can launch a full-scale attack. The large-scale gathering of Holy Grail Knights will pose a considerable threat to us, but as long as we intersperse them properly and attack the heartland of Bretonnia from all directions, these Monkey Knights will definitely take care of their family's territory first and respond to the Dukes' call without any flaws.

Their serf troops are vulnerable to attack, and the knights' inferior armor can be penetrated by just a few arrows."

Edgar did not refute that this was indeed feasible, but there were drawbacks.

"There are hundreds of small castles in Bretonnia, each storing enough food to sustain it for several years. Although interspersed attacks can effectively strike the scattered villages and towns, it is impossible to break through the castle gates without heavy firepower support. As long as the Monkey Knight hides in the castle..."

Edgar suddenly stopped talking, shook his head helplessly and smiled, mocking himself for being old.

"Isn't this exactly what we want? Whether it's a giant dragon or powerful artillery from the New World, it's enough to destroy the castle." Agathel said calmly, drawing an arc in Bordreau, Collonne, Brionne and other places, clearly indicating which strategic locations to attack first.

The discussion lasted for a long time. These elderly councillors showed their energy for once as they discussed a goal in the meeting room of the Dragon Palace.

Draconir kept smiling, sometimes affirming and sometimes denying some ideas, such as using the Imperial Fortress in the Grey Mountains for a surprise attack...

Unable to get a word in, Luo Ning walked to the wooden cabinet in the corner of the meeting room, searched for it, and asked in confusion, "Why is there no wine? Could it be that a new member has joined the Dragon Palace and a ban on alcohol has been issued?"

A joke made the originally tense atmosphere of the meeting laugh. Ed Terrys joked, "Maybe our prince is just like his father. His wife controls his eating and drinking, and he can't even satisfy his appetite."

"Ahem, don't talk nonsense. It's just that this conference room hasn't been used for a long time... Maybe Miranda thinks it's necessary to replace it with a new one."

Draconil emphasized his family status and signaled Ronin to press the magic bell on the wine cabinet, and suitable drinks would be served soon.

Seeing that Edtalis was still smiling, the prince immediately chose to divert his attention: "Look at the map, look at the map." (End of this chapter)