Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Admiral, Malus is gathering his Cold One Knights... The intelligence we received indicates that he has chosen to cooperate with Prince Caledor."

Standing at the bow of the God-blessed Evil Party, Locksia received news that was neither good nor bad.

This made Ben feel very interesting as he teamed up with Tyrion to resist the Kraken Lord of the Norscan marauding fleet.

"That young monarch couldn't help himself... hehe." Locksia's low laughter was met with confusion from the first mate.

"Admiral, this may affect our arrangements in Nagarythe."

"Really…How many Norscan ships are left?"

Seeing that the admiral did not want to talk about it, the first mate decisively changed the subject: "The imperial ships are already protecting the villages near the coast. It seems that they have all retreated."

"Return to Nagareth. I need to gain a favorable position in the future chessboard..."

"But the Phoenix King's order is for us to defend the mouth of the Reik River."

Locksia's scarlet eyes suddenly fixed on the first mate, which made him immediately realize that he had said the wrong thing.

But the first mate was not too panicked. The first mate who was in opposition to the captain was the representative elected by the crew to fight for their interests. Even if Locksia wanted to get rid of him, he needed a suitable reason.

"My first mate, you are not smart, which is why you were chosen by those fools to be by my side... Then let me tell you, compared to these trivial matters encountered by the Empire, what the Phoenix King cares more about is how much influence his son can gain in Ulthuan.

In his eyes, ten emperors and the High King are no match for the power of the next Dragon Lord... The Blessed Evil Party did not disobey the Phoenix King's orders, but only responded to the call of the Regent of Ulthuan in Nagarythe to fight for the Elven Empire. "

The first mate had some sudden realization. This was a bet made in advance to prevent Malus from monopolizing the influence of Druzy in the Regency. The Blessed Evil Party not only wanted to be the black glove of the Phoenix King, but also prepared to gain more power.

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"Loxia has retreated."

North passed this urgent message to Attila. He did not understand Lord Kraken's intention for a moment, and only conveyed to the Phoenix King that Nagaryeth had an urgent matter, and that the empire's coastline was safe and did not need the protection of the blessed evil party.

"God bless the evil party..."

Adila took Loxia's resignation letter, and the words between the lines were full of humble farewells, but in fact he only said one sentence: I am going to join your son and bet on both ends.

"Really..." Atila didn't know what to say for a moment. Druzy's sense of smell was very sharp. Even if the War Council might have some complaints about this, he believed that the regent should not interfere too much in the power that belonged to the council.

But would the Phoenix King care? Obviously he didn't care at all. If Draknir had a better way to deal with Druzil, Imrik wouldn't mind letting him make the decision.

Besides, betting on both father and son... this is simply funny.

"Let him decide freely... Let's go back to what happened yesterday. Tell the Terrenlock Council that if Draknir requests to exercise the war alliance agreement, the entire Terrenlock will enter a state of war, stop all pioneering operations against Nagarythe, and obey the orders of the regent."

"But... I'm not your herald." North was speechless. You are used to giving orders in the Dragon Palace. Is it difficult to change now?

"So you are now... Don't be so stubborn. I am a prince."

Silence, this is the gesture of the herald. He nodded to show that he understood and walked away.

"What a troublesome child." Oliveira complained and was ready to hear why the princess found him.

"Things about Malus don't seem to be in line with your wishes." Attila folded her hands and asked Oliveira with a hint of majesty why he wanted to do such a thing to coerce the monarch.

"It doesn't matter. I would rather fight with my brothers than go on an expedition to Norsca... Besides, you don't seem to think that Malus is trustworthy. Why don't you let the prince reconsider whether to choose him?"

"Black Blade is... easy to control, at least easier than Kuran and Locsia. He only seeks power and status, not illusory loyalty and faith."

"But the price is that it is easier to betray. Only by using swords and whips can Druzy know what betrayal feels like."

Etila nodded calmly: "Thank you for your advice. I will also pass it on to Draknir... Now that the proposal of the Noble Council has been resolved and we have found the future strategic direction, we will focus on this tense war.

Oliveira, tell me honestly, how effective do you think Karl Franz and Thorgreen's attack will be."

"It depends on how determined the emperor is. Even after agreeing to Espace's proposal to let those ragged beggars serve as the vanguard, Karl Franz still tried to find other ways to win...

But if we continue to delay, we will either have to wait until the Thunder Airship Fleet arrives at Torrent Pass, or until Karak Dreadnought Fort is completely reduced to ruins. "

"He is still young. Even for a human being, ruling such a large empire before the age of 40 requires a lot of experience before he understands that sacrifice is inevitable."

Oliveira remained silent. He looked at the relief of the flaming phoenix hanging in the tent and felt that they had paid too much for this sacred symbol...

"But he doesn't have enough time... If His Majesty and the two Slann lords don't show up and tell Karl and Thorgrin whether Karak Dreadnought will sink, he won't be able to make the decision to sacrifice tens of thousands of people."

Atila nodded thoughtfully as well, and asked in return: "If it were you, what would you choose? Slow death or a direct end?"

"I will kill all those who want me dead while I am slowly committing suicide, and then I will stay on the top of the mountain and watch the dawn and dusk intersect and die alone."

"Poetic answer, I like it."

I wanted to continue talking about our views on the Empire and the Dwarves, but someone else had already arrived.

Creon, whose armor was stained with a lot of dirt, said seriously: "Karl Franz has issued an order for a general attack. I don't think this is the right time. Elvis has not found any trace of the ratman's escape. We are always facing the threat of another earthquake."

Atila nodded and asked the captain of the guard what he thought.

"Your proposal."

"The mountain terrain is not as good as the canyon. The Royal Guards cannot evacuate without any damage. My suggestion is..."

"Don't worry about earthquakes. We've got that covered."

A calm voice appeared, and as Atila's brows jumped in surprise, she immediately stood up from the chair and walked towards the entrance of the tent.

The Phoenix King, who had not appeared for several days, stood at the entrance of the tent with a slightly tired look. He opened his arms and walked forward to embrace his wife, whispering in her ear.

"Sorry for making you worry again." (End of this chapter)