Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Phoenix King, I am a little puzzled about your connection with present-day Caledor. I asked Teacher Ella, but the answer was always vague.

Why would you choose to pass the throne to your children after being crowned? This is not the case with the Dwarves or the Empire. Emperor Karl Franz is still Prince of Altdorf, and the High King is still the Lord of Eternal Peak.

In my impression, people of your status seem to have kept their original titles. "

Sienna, who came from the academic school, naturally had different ideas from the other four people, and pointed out some questions that humans were very curious about but that the elves would hardly answer.

What made Imrik make such a decision? After taking over the sacred kingship, he did not hesitate to give the original power to his descendants in advance.

Imrik paused slightly while pouring the wine, obviously not expecting that the wizard he met for the first time would ask such a pointed question.

"Of course Ella won't tell you. Even if you go to Ulthuan and ask any elf, they will only answer that this is tradition. No one has ever explained the origin of the ruling principles to the people...

Sienna, your question is very complicated, so complicated that each Phoenix King can be used as a special topic to explain the relationship between the royal court and the kingdom, the prince and the nobles, the ruler and the ruled during his tenure...

I like to use questions to describe the answers. Do you think the Phoenix King is a monarch in the ordinary sense? "

The wizard grasped his short red hair and thought hard. "You mean to say that the Phoenix King, as the agent of the gods, does not belong to the mortal world, will not retain any of his original power, and will devote himself to the entire Ulthuan."

"Maybe, but if someone told me that you became the Phoenix King because of Asuryan's approval, I would kick him hard in the ass. This is the throne I won with my own hands, not the gift of some damn gods."

As always, the outspoken Phoenix King never shied away from expressing his contempt for the gods. Even in front of the Butcher King, he would say that Grimnir was the earliest non-mainstream founder in the world, who successfully established the butcher profession, which was completely contrary to the social image of the dwarves.

"That's right, tough guy, you should kick those nagging ministers in the ass, and then have a glass of Bergman beer afterwards to satisfy your taste." Bardin naturally poured a full glass for the elf. There were no compatriots to be seen here, and the elf in front of him was a hero who saved many compatriots in Fearless Castle. What's wrong with a toast?

Hearing the somewhat unfamiliar Dwarven language, Imrik shook his head helplessly. In Dwarven language, a tough guy refers to a foreigner who can wield a Dwarven battle axe.

"Tough guy? You really know how to call someone something... I wouldn't mind too much though, haha."

After drinking a glass of beer, Imrik felt better. He looked at the human and the dwarf cockroach who were still looking curious, and asked playfully.

"You know I'm not a stand-in, don't you want to ask for some excessive conditions? The elf in front of you is the Phoenix King, who has to deal with high-ranking officials from morning to night. With just one casual word, you will be in a position you dare not imagine in this life."

"I don't want to. I'll just have to listen to Teacher Ella nagging me when I go back to the academy."

"The Sons of Sigmar disdain to use tricks to improve their status."

"As for the elves... the World's Edge Mountains might work better, but the Grey Mountains won't work so well."

The tactful rejection from the two tall and one short people made Imrik a little sad. He never thought he would be treated so coldly.

"Okay, okay, then tell me about your business...Victor, you guessed right, I arranged the matter at the Red Moon Tavern, and Carl was also involved." It was indeed the case.

Some of Victor's doubts were resolved. Although more doubts arose, he thought the elf would not answer them.

"This trip to Bretonnia?"

After careful consideration, Imrick thought that he could reveal some information to the witch hunter to prevent this serious man from falling into paranoia.

He has a more important mission than getting involved in the disputes between the elven pantheons.

The fool Antoine leaked the information to the Imperial Countess who was controlled by Lilith, which almost caused Marcus to drink the footbath water early. This was intolerable to the Phoenix King.

"I did not ask you to come to Bretonnia. The message to Altdorf was to let the five Uberricks move freely. It would be best if they could work together first.

But apparently Carl misunderstood and thought that you were a clue I had planted in Uberek to contain Bretonnia... The wizard who was traveling with you has sent a message back to Altdorf that three high-ranking imperial officials were kidnapped by the Knight of Montforge.

Soon, the letter from Altdorf will be delivered to Cologne. If these three high-ranking officials cannot be handed over, Marshal Rick will exercise his duties and safeguard the interests of the empire by all necessary means."

"This..." Victor opened his mouth unconsciously. He didn't expect that the greatest significance of him and others would be to become the fuse.

He turned his head to look at Kerillian and found that the female elf was looking at the ground with her head down, as if she had already noticed this fact.

So the three-way war the elves were talking about wasn't Bretonnia, Athel Loren and the Beastmen, but the Empire, Ulthuan and Bretonnia?
"I should have revealed this news only to you, but you don't seem to regret destroying the Holy Grail Church... Carl's actions clearly show that he is overly concerned with the interests that Rick County desires. After we return to the Red Moon Tavern, someone will be responsible for your recent deployment.

Get ready from the Empire to the Tyrells, you have a tough fight to fight."

After finishing off half of the white-tailed deer, Imrick wiped his greasy mouth and whistled crisply to call Mortelius, who was washing by the river, to come over.

With the help of the soldiers, the horse looked just as beautiful as before except that its white fur was covered with water stains. Only after taking off its dragon armor did the five tough guys discover the brilliance in the horse's eyes.

Why do I feel like this one horse can handle all of us...

Victor had a bad thought in his mind. He was still too weak and had no way of practicing Sigmar's will. He could handle the scattered Chaos believers and blood descendants he encountered in the past. After his strength increased greatly in recent years, he could catch up with those strong ones. But after fighting the Holy Grail Guardian today, he realized that the sparring in the past was more like a joke and no sparring partner had ever taken it seriously.

Marcus, with a towel on his shoulder and horse armor on his shoulders, ran over and asked with a little confusion: "I was still poking his butt, why did he run away?"

"Put the armor on Mortelius. I should be leaving now... I hope it won't be too late when we meet next time."

When Marcus and Victor worked together to put on the horse armor for Mortelius, Imrick set aside a small piece of silver at the edge. The gilded edge was inlaid with tiny fiery red gems. If you hadn't seen it cut off from the edge of the horse armor with your own eyes, this flawless piece of silver would have looked more like a work of art. (End of this chapter)