Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Your Majesty, five teams have entered Bretonnia... This does not include the mercenaries from the Red Moon Tavern who suddenly appeared. Their situation... is very bad."

North listed the personnel that landed in Bretonnia from various places. In addition to Rex and his party sent by the Dragon Court, there were also four teams of secret actors.

No one knew what Caledo and his son were planning, but without exception, those people were unable to complete the tasks assigned by the monarch...

"Where are the knights of Bretonnia? Still playing hide-and-seek?"

"From what I have heard, Laun Leocornwall has summoned most of his vassals to Cologne, perhaps to prepare for a holy war."

"Holy war, holy war... The ignorant will always worship things they cannot understand, mistakenly believing that they can gain spiritual satisfaction from the objects. Ultimately, what they get is nothing but a pathetic sense of nothingness." Imrik laughed, mocking the self-deception of the ridiculous knights. Even with Ede Capet as a pioneer, they were still willing to believe that sad lie.

If no one names her, the Elf Goddess will remain on that false throne, enjoying the worship of those she despises.

"Are you going in person?" North had some vague guesses. Given His Majesty's temperament, he probably wouldn't mind going to Bretonnia in person to announce the decision from Ulthuan.

"No, I will not go there myself. Let Alaros go to Cologne. I am looking forward to his performance... It is an interesting scene to think about. The goddess who loves him is the one who killed his mistress, and he has to declare the will of Ulthuan in the name of a member of the War Council and expose the truth about his pitiful goddess."

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“Kurran Blackhand, Kadroin… I don’t think the Woodland Lord deserves the honor of being accompanied by two captains of the Phoenix King’s royal guards.” Alaros and the Greyhawks were the most elite force in Athel Loren, but even so, they still felt a little pressured when facing the two halberd-wielding warriors in black and white.

"This is the will of His Majesty, Alaros. Don't forget the oath you made to the Everqueen...to submit forever to the will of the Daughter of Aisha." Kuran's calm eyes contained a hint of excitement. He never dreamed that Imrik would be willing to take action himself.

He overestimated the significance of the Empire to the Phoenix King and underestimated the Phoenix King's hatred for Lilith. Everything he had done before was just to paralyze the Knights and the Holy Grail Church.

If it is just Caledor, the ten duchies will unite to fight against it, and Bretonnia, united as one, will be invincible. But if the royal court takes action personally, the dukes will probably only be able to protect themselves.

And Alaros... the elf beloved by Lilith, Kuran wanted to feast on his blood with the Scarlet Death.

Black guards with murderous intent were common, and Alaros was not too sensitive to it, and Kadrain's silence was even more rare and normal.

"Is this a request or an order? Asrai will not..."

"Asrai has no right to refuse. After the death of Orion and Ariel, you have only relied on the grace of the two majesties to continue to thrive in Athel Loren and have not become the dead souls under the branches of Dacha." Kuran continued with ill intentions: "You don't want to try the consequences of disobeying the Phoenix King... This will not benefit us, hero."

"I don't need you to remind me what the consequences of disobeying orders are. The Witch King's right hand... the letter." Alaros stretched out his right hand, asking for the declaration of war that was read out in Cologne as ordered by the Phoenix King. This might turn into a full-scale war between the elves and Bretonnia.

The Phoenix King's handwritten edict was read out by the brave men accompanied by the Witch King's right hand. Except for the poorer and weaker Einir who could hardly participate, the entire elven race needed orders, as this was a matter of national importance.

"The letter is kept by Kadroin, and he will deliver it to you at the right time." "Kadroin?" Alaros asked and received a nod from the captain of the Phoenix Guard.

"It seems that you have no objection. The current arrangement is to reach a secret base outside Marienburg through the guide stone teleportation array, bypass Count Roland's defense circle and reach Cologne. How to evacuate will be handled by others."

"A boring idea of ​​war."

Asrai, who inherited the least ancient elven traditions, found it difficult to understand some of the inexplicable actions of Asur and Druzi, including the fact that even when they were mortal enemies and wanted to blow each other into pieces with one shot, they could still arrive at the opponent's position with flags raised and demand a championship duel witnessed by the gods.

"You'll get used to it, I promise."

The guide stones gleam with light, and the curse-bound ones sing songs that belong only to Athel Loren, communicating with the vast and boundless magic network. This ancient forest that retains the original appearance of the world is so powerful that every tree contains great vitality and magical winds. Ordinary people only need to understand a little bit of the secrets of the magic network to become a well-known powerful wizard... or a madman.

The secret base is located on the edge of the Westerland Swamp, a gray area between the Empire and Bretonnia. Both sides are not interested in this land that lacks development value, but if you walk east or west, you will find the rich estuary alluvial plains and vast pastures.

After thousands of years of fighting, both sides could only obtain a satisfactory result, and neither side gained any advantage.

Loyal giant eagles circled in the sky, along with a group of creatures from the elves. In addition to the green springtails unique to Athel Loren, there were these handsome birds of prey that were regarded as the followers of Asuryan.

One day, Alaros hopes to restore the glory of Tasain and form a powerful Giant Eagle Legion under the name of the Father of Giant Eagles that can cover the sky and the sun, but for now... he should think about how to complete the instructions of the Phoenix King.

Perhaps Athel Loren maintained its independence, but this was only because the Queen had lowered herself many times in Lothern and earnestly asked the Phoenix King to be more tolerant of Asledo and allow her fellow countrymen in the forest to adapt for a while.

Alaros was deeply moved when he thought about how much the queen had suffered for Asrai during this period and how much torture she had endured in the clutches of the Phoenix King Caledor.

We must not disappoint the Queen and let that madman Caledo get his wish!

"Blackhand, will you arrange the next step, or will the Grey Eagle team?"

Kuran spread his hands and invited Alaros to go ahead. He was not in a hurry. Blackhand was looking forward to the hero's expression after seeing the Phoenix King's order with his own eyes.

Asrai may have heard about the declaration of war submitted by Prince Caledor to the royal court from the war council. It is very unreasonable to start a war in the name of a few young dragons, but it is very Caledor.

The brave may never be able to imagine one thing in their dreams, that is, Imrik's promise has never been forgotten, and anyone who colludes with those who attempt to betray their race will be treated with the coldest gaze.

Is Lord Taseen loyal to Alarielle, who inherited the power and memory of the mistress, or to Lilith? (End of this chapter)