Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

When the Emperor and the Marshal arrived at Ulthuan with more than twenty Rick Guards through the military-grade teleportation array personally performed by the "best wizard" Minasnir, Carl's face changed.

An intense feeling of discomfort surged up from his chest and abdomen. The feeling came so quickly and intensely that it seemed to flip him upside down into the air.

A pair of large hands pressed down on the emperor's shoulders, allowing him to maintain his posture. He did not close his eyes and held on to the pillar beside him.

"Thanks, Kurt..."

"It seems that Minasnir still hasn't gotten over this stinking habit. He was instructed to use a teleportation spell and still uses the Lizardmen's Bifrost technology."

The unfamiliar voice made the emperor realize that the person supporting him was not a familiar confidant.

A warm feeling came from the big hand, which quickly dispelled the discomfort in his body. After the emperor gradually adapted, he looked up at the person who extended his hand to help.

A man with long blond hair, a smile on his face, and wearing a gorgeous red and green robe.

"Nice to meet you, Emperor Karl Franz. I am Prince Draknir of Caledor... This means Son of the Dragon in Dragon Language."

Unlike the expected reception of a group of dragons with a display of strength and courtesy, standing in front of the group of imperial people was only Draconir and a follower.

Maintaining his posture, after shaking hands with Draconir, the Emperor also chose to introduce himself instead of letting the servant state his title.

"Prince Karl Franz of Altdorf, many people also call me Emperor."

This seemingly self-deprecating introduction made Draknir nod secretly. As he expected, the emperor was a sensible man who would prove himself in all appropriate ways.

If Caledor chose to receive him with a group of dragons, coupled with Old Mi's teleportation prank, Cal would definitely think this was a humiliation. Although he would not show it too much in Ulthuan, after returning to the Empire, things in Bretonnia would inevitably change.

As Draknir looked at Carl, Carl was also looking at the young elf.

An Elf inheriting the throne at the age of a hundred is extremely rare even in Ulthuan. According to the age classification of humans, it is like a boy who has just learned to dance with a sword suddenly gaining a large country.

But as expected, the prince, who had been in charge of the court at a young age when his father was away at war, showed extraordinary abilities, and many people thought he was more like a Saphri elf than a warlike Caledorian.

These stereotypes together shaped Carl's idea of ​​Draknir. He originally thought that Prince Caledor should be as frail as the elven wizard in his impression, but in reality, the sturdy body wrapped in the robe and the calloused hands showed that he must be a powerful warrior.

After loosening his hand, Draknir explained with a hint of regret: "Unfortunately, because of the upcoming war, the ministers are busy preparing, and the Everqueen has also invited his wife and children to Avalon for a reunion. The family is small in number, and it is difficult to find a suitable person to welcome them, so I have to do it myself.

Besides, griffins probably wouldn’t like the gathering of giant dragons…”

This humorous joke shows that Draconian recognizes the emperor, but it also fully illustrates one thing: he can choose to let a group of dragons welcome the emperor, but in the end only one person came, and whether to put pressure on him depends on his own idea.

"My pleasure. So this is the Dragon Palace?"

Carl was a little curious. He had always heard about the grandeur of the Dragon Palace, but when he arrived there, it didn't seem as huge as he had imagined. The surroundings were very similar to the palace given to the Phoenix King by the Palace of Aldorf.

"As you can see, this is the Dragon Palace... If I remember correctly, you should be the second person from the Empire to set foot in this ancient palace."

"Who's the first one?" Draconian smiled and did not answer Carl's question. He turned sideways and spread his hands, making an invitation gesture.

"Please proceed. Words cannot describe the antiquity of this palace. Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you understand this most ancient and glorious kingdom of Ulthuan."

Carl didn't think that there were eight hundred swordsmen lying in ambush outside, so he took the lead in following the direction of Draconian and his followers' outstretched hands. Kurt also deliberately stopped and asked with his eyes that Prince Caledo should go with the emperor. As a marshal, he was not suitable to stand in the front row.

This could be caution, or it could be respect, but Draconir didn't care. He shook his head and smiled, then walked out of the teleportation room in the side hall side by side with Carl.

After stepping out of the teleportation room and passing through several hidden paths where it was difficult to see the surrounding environment, Carl's heart, which had originally wanted to compare, suddenly became silent.

Can anyone tell me why a palace for elves to live in is really as rumored, with the main hall being a magnificent hall covering an area of ​​one kilometer and with towers rising into the clouds.

Are you sure this wasn't a mountain moved and placed inside the palace, but was instead artificially constructed?
The giant dragons were coiled on the high tower in the main hall. The magic tower, which had lost its function since the large-scale awakening, had now regained its former significance. The warm and towering environment made the dragons adapt very well. Except for Lao Mi who could not coil there at all due to his size, many dragons had divided their spheres of influence in the main hall.

In front of Carl was a gigantic building that occupied most of his field of vision at a side glance. The shadow of a mountain was constantly pressing down on him, and the whistling sound of a giant dragon spreading its wings blew towards him with an eternal breath.

When a giant dragon with purple-blue scales glanced sideways at the emperor from the high tower, that majestic gaze, like the horns of a crown, made Carl feel... excited.

There is a giant dragon in the Altdorf Zoo. He is one of the few people in the empire who can fight alongside the dragon. Compared to the fear of ordinary people towards dragons, the emperor is more curious about it.

Why does the Imperial Dragon always end in silence when he mentions Caledor?

When Yaoxinglong glanced at the humans, he was a little confused and wary, but after seeing the familiar elf figure, he raised his tail, as if expressing boredom, thinking that he was bored of not being able to hunt these intruders himself.

The Rick Guards were a little nervous. They saw at least thirty dragons, and each one seemed able to easily destroy the visitor.

"Don't be nervous. The wisdom of dragons is countless times higher than humans can imagine. They are noble beasts..."

Draconir chanted softly, using Caledor's unique way of communication, instructing the dragon to be well behaved and not scare these friends who had come from afar.

The unhappy Yaoxing Dragon flew away from the tower with his tribe. They were not soldiers and had their own tempers. If they didn't want to stay here, couldn't they go somewhere else?

After getting rid of the giant dragon that made Rick's guards extremely nervous, Draknir sighed: "It is obvious that they are unwilling to obey my orders. After all, I am not a dragon lord."

"Perhaps I should convey this complaint to the Phoenix King. He won't mind if the Dragon Horn changes its owner."

Carl's response made Draconian smile. Although he looked very serious and resolute, the emperor might be a man with a sense of humor.

"The Dragon Palace has prepared a dinner, but no nobles are participating..."

"Please tell me why. I'm curious about it."

“Many nobles are opposed to Caledor’s increased support for the Empire, but I rule this kingdom, so I will not listen to some boring complaints.

Besides, time is urgent, and you must be anxious to deal with the post-war affairs. Please take a rest for a night and discuss the relevant issues formally tomorrow." (End of this chapter)