Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Marcus held the silver piece, which was only three fingers in size, in his hand and fell into deep thought. He raised his hand and asked the Phoenix King who had already ridden away on his warhorse.

"You left something behind."

"Remember, Marcus, you are my stable boy... this is proof of your identity."

what?
From an embassy guard to a stable boy, the difference in status made Marcus ponder for a long time while holding the silver piece.

Although the runes of the Phoenix and the Dragon standing in an interlaced pattern on the inside of the object in his hand are very eye-catching, he cannot assign a person's identity with just one sentence. Are all elves like this?

Besides, a stable boy... in layman's terms, is a servant who cleans the stables, which in most places in the empire is only one level higher than a kitchen helper.

"Marcus, you've really become successful. First, a lady asked you if you wanted to be baptized, and now the Phoenix King has granted you the status of a stable boy. If this gets back to Uberrick, people will surely envy you to death." Sienna, who knows a lot about elves, patted Marcus on the shoulder.

Bardin had no intention of making fun of him. Instead, his brows were knitted together. He saw with his own eyes how the Phoenix King used brute force to break the horse armor. However, according to the forging characteristics of Iselama, the gap should not be so neat.

"Show me what you have in your hand, savage."

Marcus didn't regard the thing in his hand as a treasure, and threw it to Bardin. In his eyes, this thing was more like a symbol that could walk sideways among the elves, ensuring that Judith would not dare to bully it.

Bardin carefully held the silver piece and observed it, turning around to avoid Kerillian's equally curious gaze. The stinky elf was also curious about what the Phoenix King's horse armor was made of, but was too embarrassed to ask directly.

Inside were Phoenix and Dragon runes, but they lost their effect after being separated from the main structure... The dwarf tapped the silver piece lightly with his fingers, and soon heard a subtle, unusual sound.

"This is a piece of material. Inside it seems to be... dragon scales? Can you tell, you stinky elf?"

Kerillian also took the silver piece handed to her by the stinky dwarf, but her body was stunned. She stood there with her eyes fixed on the direction where the Phoenix King was going away.

She heard a voice...

"I knew you would guess what this piece of silver was made of. Tell Bardin that the outer layer is ordinary Iselama silver, and the inner layer is the scales shed by an ancient dragon.

And Kerillian, you are still guessing why you are traveling with them... No need to doubt, no need to worry, this is your destiny. If there is a chance, you will have the opportunity to meet the Everqueen and ask for Aisha's forgiveness.

But before that, let me hear the names of Uberrick's Five."

Under the confused gazes of three humans and a dwarf, the elf woman knelt on one knee on the ground, clenching the silver piece in her hand, as if this was her hope.

She whispered in Elvish: "Your command is my destiny..."

"What on earth did you find, stinky elf? Is it necessary to be so excited? I think the Phoenix King is easy to talk to, not as scary as you say." Bardin was puzzled and took back the silver piece. He was very curious about this strange horse armor. If he could comprehend it successfully, could he also become a rune blacksmith? "Your Majesty said... Hehe, you short-lived ghosts, guess it yourself."

Kerillian returned to her original state, but in addition to looking around the four short-lived ghosts, her peripheral vision was also observing possible unusual movements in the surrounding forest. Since the Phoenix King had made a promise, she must meet the Queen and listen to the voice of the Mother Goddess.

"It's really a stinky elf, Kruber, how much do you think this thing is worth?"

"Believe me, Bardin, if the elves knew that you took the reward from their monarch to the auction house..." Marcus pointed at Kerillian, and his unfriendly look fully explained that if the two of them dared to treat this silver piece as dirty things touched by the Holy Grail Church, two sharp arrows would pierce their knees.

"I thought the elves were very generous, but they just gave me a piece of broken silver. I'll make you a set of pure silver armor later. I promise it will be more handsome than that tough warhorse."

"Then I will definitely become the most beautiful scenery in Uberrick..."

The two tall and short men who kept showing off made Victor frown. He waved to Sienna. The wizard who graduated from the academy still had a good brain even when not in combat. The witch hunter needed a suitable adviser.

At the riverside, Victor looked at the winding moon printed on the river and asked pointedly, "How credible do you think what the Phoenix King said is? We are shouldering an important mission."

"According to the Aldolf School of Magic's understanding of the elven pantheon, the Phoenix King symbolizes Asuryan, the creator god who can decide everything in the mortal world. He only decides all the rules, but watches indifferently and never pays attention to mortals..."

Victor did not interrupt Sienna's explanation. If the elf women in the same group talked about the greatness of their gods, they would only be ridiculed by the witch hunters. Sigmar was the greatest.

Mortals would not ask too much about which god is greater, but the Phoenix King is undoubtedly the chosen one, just like the High Priest Walkermar, who can carry out Sigmar's will.

“Salzpyre, think about it, if he thinks we are heroes, then we will definitely achieve something in the future! Whatever this important mission is, it makes Aunt Sienna excited, hahahaha.”

"Ridiculous inference." Victor decisively rejected Sienna's guess and turned the topic to the next one: "We could collect more intelligence in Bretonnia, or we could comply with Altdorf's request and pretend to be imprisoned, return to Reikland and show it to the people as a reason for declaring war, but why did he ask us to prepare to go to Tyrell?"

Sienna suddenly fell silent, and her red hair, which had fluttered in excitement, suddenly fell down.

"Salzepyre, I saw fire in that Majesty... It was a kind of cold and crazy flame. Just one look at it will be unforgettable for a lifetime. Perhaps we should not think too much about his thoughts.

To the Imperials, is he a hero who saved the world with Magnus, or do you also bring the habits of a witch hunter into your conversation with him? Imagine if we go to Tyrell, we will face ratmen, and will not be involved in the disputes in Bretonnia, and you and I will not need to point our blades at our own kind..."

"No, it's just worry. I don't know if this is Sigmar's arrangement... but you are right, we are powerless about many things. We can only do what we can." Victor's thoughts were obviously much deeper than Sienna's. He clenched his left fist and prayed that the double-tailed comet pendant on his chest would give him some inspiration, but as always, except for the first time when he got a trance echo, he failed without exception.

"Get ready and return to Uberrick. Our journey has just begun." (End of this chapter)