Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Your Majesty, this is Aldolf's arrangement for Rosetina..."

Imrick received the information. On the surface, he never paid much attention to Rosetina, but he couldn't watch the high-level officials who had fought for a hundred years fall into the trap because of a small mistake...

The Phoenix King didn't care about the lives of those dozen humans. If they had to die according to Rosetina's plan, then it would be considered worth it.

But the military obviously cannot be completely isolated. If such behavior is repeatedly condoned, the consequences may be difficult to estimate.

"Captain of the Cavalry... Karl really arranged a good position for him. What's the next step? Will he use the connections in Wind Howl City to buy a large number of mixed-blood horses?"

"If that's the request?"

"I agree, provided that Rosetina personally takes charge. I want to see how far the Empire can let him go."

As the matters, both big and small, were dealt with one by one, the Phoenix King just wanted to lie down in peace instead of continuing to read the documents sent from the royal court.

Taking advantage of the time when the herald left, the Phoenix King chose to play badly. He picked up an important family letter with gilded font as a fan and fanned himself to blow away the bad mood of the day.

"Phoenix King, you still have a lot of work to do. You can't rest..."

"Really?" Imrick consciously divided most of the documents and placed them at his side. "Then, Your Highness, Prince Terenlock, who is deeply trusted, can you share the worries of your monarch and solve some of the problems?"

After chuckling, Atila leaned over and pointed her cheek towards her husband. After getting the intimate contact she wanted, she squeezed into the same chair with Imrik and picked up the quill to sign the document.

"Perhaps I can accomplish something no one has ever thought of before, and establish a Caledor Phoenix King."

"Believe me, you have already been one. The key to whether it is fiction or not is that when you imitate my handwriting, it will still be recognized by magic. Perhaps you can consider asking Draknir to make a quill pen to make the signature seamless."

"Oh, then I will be pestered by the grandpas in the parliament the next day."

After some chatting and with the files being reduced bit by bit, Attila finally remembered the reason.

"By the way, the five heroes you mentioned seem to have met in Uberrick."

"Huh?" Upon hearing the news, Imrik stood up quickly. He had been planning this for quite some time.

There are many troublesome points. Three of the five strongest men are humans. Victor Salzpyre is a witch hunter who has been targeted by Lauren Loren. Marcus Kruber has also successfully served as a soldier in Kislev for several years. Sienna Fergnathus has been conscientiously studying fire magic under the guidance of the elf professor Ella.

The more troublesome ones are the elf Kerillian and the dwarf Bardin Gorickson. The former has a somewhat... unclear relationship with Lilith, and the latter is difficult to confirm because there are too many warriors named Bardin in the dwarven society, and the information is blocked.

Bardeen was found in Dreadnought and was tricked into staying in Reikland to avenge his king.

And Kerillian, at the call of Her Majesty the Everqueen, left Athel Loren and headed for the kingdom of men.

"Interesting, I'm looking forward to it."

"Don't you need to keep an eye on them? You were very concerned about those three humans before."

"If they die without my watching, it would prove that my guess is wrong. If they really have the destiny to achieve great things, all I need to do is watch silently."

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Markus Kruber, a well-educated soldier of the Empire, had learned from his service in Ostermark that he understood hardship. Drinking beer that tasted like slop in the snow and ice was really bad. But what was even worse was that he was sent back home for some minor mistakes while serving as a guard at the Elven Embassy.

He vaguely remembered Judith's smile before, as if she was relieved that she had finally driven away the rat.

"No brandy, no vodka... and no money."

Marcus weighed the salary he had received from the Elf Embassy over the past few years and was terrified that the gold coins would turn into pennies and the pennies would turn into air. He had no choice but to leave his alcohol-filled home and head to the Red Moon Tavern as indicated by the Elf Ambassador.

Marcus, who was born and raised in Uberrick, had hardly heard of the Red Moon Tavern. The real men who wanted to drink were all rushing to the Drunken Trolls of the Empire Chain. Who would like to go to a rat's nest...

mouse?

Marcus was still drunk from yesterday and blinked suddenly. He seemed to see a few stuffed animals walking upright on the street corner.

There were no rats in Erlengrad or Ostermark, and to this day he still thought that rats were a bit like the little people in the legend. If it weren't for the large number of resentful dwarves in the city who were constantly muttering about revenge on the Skaven, Marcus would have thought that he had seen a heretic with a quirk, or even a beastman.

"Let's go take a look. We are free anyway."

The soldier followed a few upright rats moving around the street corner without any concealment. These rats might be secretive and fast enough, but for Marcus, who had lived in Uberek since he was a child and made a living by hunting in the wilderness in his early years, the footprints on the road were the outlines of tanks.

Garbage dump, livestock pen, carpenter's shop... Marcus, who followed all the way, successfully found the clue in the dock area.

He looked at the deserted fishing pier on the river and couldn't help cursing under his breath.

"Damn it, I knew there were no ratmen, and the Skaven were all lies... Well, I should think about how to make some money and find a wife to live with."

"Soldier, watch your step..."

The sharp and calm male voice immediately aroused Marcus's vigilance. He changed his lazy and decadent look and bent his knees to get into a fighting posture.

He raised the fine steel sword a hundred times tempered on his shoulders with both hands, staring at... pairs of scarlet eyes like a wolf.

"Skaven..."

Before they had time to sigh, the hungry rats had already taken the initiative. They guarded the remote port day and night, following the warlord's instructions and paying attention to intelligence in the city. The only thing they could eat every day was the leftovers thrown into the sewer by humans. Now, when they saw a fresh body of flesh and blood, how could they bear it?

The clan rats wearing simple iron protective gear rushed towards Marcus in hunger. The tattered wooden shield with the seal of the Horned Rat seemed to be protected by gods, but in fact it shattered with one blow.

Marcus swept his sword across, and using his height advantage, he cut off the shield and the clan rat's head in one fell swoop. A bad smell gradually emerged, but this was definitely not just the blood of the clan rats.

Several, dozens, or even hundreds of slave rats flipped over the manhole cover and pounced on Marcus with their thin bodies and crazy spirits. The rats rushing in from all directions made it difficult for him to determine where to defend.

But the young Marcus was by no means just a drunkard. He kept moving backwards to adjust his pace. Relying on his skilled skills and the protection of his steel body, he killed more than a dozen slave rats in just half a minute.

This is not enough...

A gunshot rang out, followed by a second shot, which successfully made a big hole in the head of the slave rat that was biting Marcus's sword.

With a tall round hat, a pitch-black coat, and the determination to watch forever, the witch hunter officially enters the scene. (End of this chapter)