Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Rosetina?"

Imrick looked at the Dragon Prince who appeared in the teleportation array with a little surprise, wondering if this guy had finally untied his knot, let go of his pathetic principle of efficiency above all else, and publicly apologized to the humans who had lost their lives?

"Your Majesty, Prince..."

Rosetina looked at the couple in front of him with embarrassment. He had not expected that the people who were responsible for welcoming him on the other side were the Phoenix King of Ulthuan and Princess Terenlock. He had wanted to secretly accumulate merits, prove his honor in the old world, and then return home.

But who could tell him why a group of Flame Knights nodded mysteriously behind the Phoenix King with eyes that everyone could understand?

"Why did you come to the Old World?"

Imrick had some guesses about this. With his child's stubbornness, it was impossible for him to let him go easily. It was very likely that he was used as a tool to show goodwill to the emperor and was abducted to the old world.

"Voluntary, voluntary."

For a moment, Asul, who was familiar with the verdict, expressed his understanding. It seemed that this guy had finally figured out something after being in prison for thirty years.

If he had pleaded with the Phoenix King at that time, with the support of the Council of Nobles, he would not have received any substantial punishment no matter how much trouble the humans had caused. At most, he would have to run to the Dragon Bone Wasteland for two years, and when he came back he would still be the most prestigious Dragon Prince.

Knowing his old friend's stubbornness, the Phoenix King did not ask any more questions. He simply patted Rosetina on the shoulder to express his encouragement. As long as the old man killed a greenskin, Imrik would dare to restore his reputation.

The Silver Moon Dragon originally wanted to show off his power in the Old World, boost the morale of his allies, or at least become a high-ranking official. However, before he even raised his head, he sensed a huge shadow on the ground and immediately became timid.

It could only grumble in dragon language: "Chief, I am a little guy who follows the rules..."

"What a coward." Atila glanced at the bowed Silver Moon Dragon with contempt, firmly believing that it was all a disguise. As long as Imrik and Minasnir left, Aldorf would fall into chaos caused by the troublemaking dragons.

The teleportation array brought people from Ulthuan one after another. Old Mi was reliable for once, using the elves' spell system to use precise transmission instead of the lizardmen's strong power to fly without considering the type of impact.

Seven days is not a long time, but it is definitely not a short time either. It is at least enough for Imrik to finish dealing with the contact with the Empire, and Thorgrin also organizes the refugees from the Dreadnought Fort to march towards the Eternal Peak.

Most of the dwarves of Fearless Fort did not want to leave. They wanted to go to Kadrin to shave their heads and swear an oath, to use their lives to avenge the rats who destroyed their homes.

Some of the stubborn longbeards, after being persuaded by Agrim and Thorgrim, chose to go to Copperberg, the dwarf mountain fortress closest to the Skaven capital.

The other part of the dwarves stayed in Reikland, hoping to wait for the moment of reckoning promised by the High King.

Carl was very happy about this. Dwarves were natural craftsmen, and their construction and forging skills were unmatched. As long as a hundred outstanding craftsmen could be left to work in Altdorf, the losses in the Dreadnought War could be barely recovered.

He had a few exchanges with the Phoenix King. After seeing the grand occasion of Caledor with his own eyes, Carl could hardly imagine what good things the Lord of the Elf could reveal... But there are always people who are one step ahead. Atila politely declined the emperor's invitation to stay: "Emperor Franz, the Phoenix King has been invited by Governor Sartosa to make a special inspection of the border, and the crisis of the ratmen cannot be ignored. It is the tradition of the elves for the monarch to lead by example. After discussion, we decided to go to the Southern Kingdom first."

Heading to the Southern Kingdom... This could be a statement that if the war in Bretonnia becomes urgent, the Phoenix King will intervene personally from the south without the need for discussion in the War Council.

The attempt to retain him was futile and Karl did not force it. At least before leaving, the Phoenix King had informed the Imperial Electoral Council that he regarded Prince Altdorf and the legally elected Emperor Karl Franz of the Empire as a trustworthy ally.

A brief farewell banquet, coupled with a slightly sad eulogy, tells the story of the beneficiaries of this war. The real creatures who laughed coldly behind the scenes are still hiding in the tunnels and plotting their next conspiracy.

Carl had a good sleep, feeling the hard-earned peace in his familiar spacious oak bed and velvet bedding, waiting to return to the hall where the ministers gathered the next day to continue listening to the news coming from all over.

But Kurt was not in the emperor's good mood. He was now faced with a thorny problem, that is, how Rosetina should implement the arrangement.

The pat on the Dragon Prince's shoulder by the Phoenix King before leaving might have been an encouragement in the eyes of the elves, but in the eyes of the Empire, especially in the eyes of Marshal Rick who personally rescued the Dragon Prince, it was an obvious signal.

Rosetina must not be treated unfairly.

Marshal Rick specially got the records about Rosetina from the Elf Embassy and thought about how to arrange it, at least to give her treatment that is not inferior to that in Caledor.

First of all, before being imprisoned, Rossetti was a resident courtier in the Dragon Palace, responsible for guarding the huge border of Anaheim from the original Karl Karonde for the Dragon Prince. His duty was not to develop resources and govern the territory, but only to ensure that no Druzi, greenskins, Skaven and beastmen appeared in this area.

If this were placed in the Empire... no matter how you look at it, it would be placed in the Birdless Mountains, with a group of generals who trained second-rate provincial soldiers and third-rate armaments stationed on the border.

That would have been fine, but one of the accompanying Reik Guards got drunk and spread the story of Marshal Glorious kidnapping the Dragon Prince, so that all the elves in Aldorf knew that the famous Caledor hero had traveled thousands of miles to the Old World and assisted these backward monkeys in the name of the prince.

The elves do not have extensive connections in the political arena because they look down upon the empire's aristocratic system, but the elves have influence in magic academies, chambers of commerce, and even some knight orders.

If Kurt dared to trick Rosetina into becoming a small leader in the city defense army, the elf instructor of the magic academy would dare to jump back to Ulthuan the next day. Ms. Ella, who was the head of the elf professors of the Aldolf Magic Academy at the time, emphasized that her cousin must be properly arranged...

Although according to Kurt's investigation, this so-called cousin was just the sister-in-law of the husband's brother of the sister-in-law of Rosetina's nephew and Ella's best friend, the elves still had the habit of getting close to heroes.

Ms. Ella hinted to Marshal Kurt that she hoped to have Rosetina stay at the Altdorf Palace often so that the two Asurs, who had not seen each other for a long time, could have an "in-depth exchange" on the changes in their hometown.

Another merchant, Bray, who often hopes to act as a middleman in the Empire and "secretly" sells a large number of high-quality weapons to Rick County, hopes that the Dragon Prince can lead the army. He can give the Empire an elven-standard legion at a 20% discount.

Kurt couldn't help but wonder, if he kidnapped two dragon princes, would the elves in Altdorf start fighting over factional disputes? (End of this chapter)