Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The Cologne Knight Arena is the largest man-made battlefield in the entire Old World. Compared to the barbaric customs of tribal warlords who can be determined by the makeshift shacks built by the Northerners, the Knight Grandpa’s taste is undoubtedly much higher.

In an arena large enough to accommodate a hundred knights' melee charge, King Laun, under the gaze of his fellow dukes, announced the arrival of a group of terrifying elves.

"Children of Bretonnia, loyal followers of the Lady, today we unite under the guidance of the Lake Fairy Morgiana and listen to the Lady's oracle.

Since Gilles unified Bretonnia, we have experienced countless twists and turns and tribulations, and each time it was the brave knights who resisted tenaciously. Lady, with our grace, the Ten Duchies stand proudly.

We have had our share of disputes over the past hundred years, our differing understandings of the Lady's teachings have brought us to blows, but we are all Bretonnians, descendants of the noble Grail Knights, with the honor of our ancestors flowing in the blood of each of us.

The elven army has arrived, their terrible dragons blocking out the sun and sky, and under the guidance of their pitiful monarch, they dream of embracing the false glory of their ancestors... The Lady is protecting Bretonnia, giving us enough time to fight against the elves from the island.

They are powerful, with countless magic, magic weapons, ferocious beasts, and strong ships and cannons, but Bretonnia..."

The Lionheart drew out the sword of Goronni, which was made of the finest mithril of Bator and quenched in the Boundary Lake in the Great Forest. Whenever the king stood under the sun and declared the lady's will, the refracted light was enough to confuse the enemy's vision.

The bright light shone on the faces of the knights hundreds of meters away, and the knights from all over Bretonnia felt the gaze of a divine will.

"Ma'am…I saw her."

"My lady, my lady, my everything!"

The dispute caused by Erd Capet may be temporarily dormant in Laun, and through the mouth of Morgiana, the knights will face the elves with a common hatred.

The lake fairy floats above the mist, with an olive branch in her long golden hair, symbolizing peace and love. Her flawless ankles are exposed to the air, but no one appreciates this beautiful sight.

Every knight is searching for the Lady of the Lake, the most prominent of all prophetesses, rumor has it that she is the mortal incarnation of the Lady.

In the light reflected by the silver sword, Morgiana opened her mouth slowly, and her peaceful and clear voice flowed into people's hearts like a lake.

"Knights, noble and brave knights, I have learned the lady's will. Anyone who has done heroic deeds to protect Bretonnia will have the opportunity to go to the lady's holy land!"

This……

Heavy breathing rose and fell in the arena. Too many knights of the kingdom could not abandon the territories left by their families, so they had to give up the adventure to protect their homes. However, they were also always looking forward to the water of the Holy Grail and the opportunity to get closer to the lady.

Fanaticism, holy war, declaration...

Countless excited voices satisfied Morgiana. The only threat now was the Phoenix King who remained highly mysterious... The lady was very afraid of him.

As for Prince Caledo, who foolishly sent several teams of envoys to Cologne to declare war, no one took him seriously.

When the crowd is excited, there will always be people who like to sing a different tune. Usually, such people will be held down on the head and told to shut up immediately so as not to interfere with the transmission of the lady's will.

But if this person has pointed ears and is traveling with someone holding a flaming phoenix flag, things will change a little.

"My fellow knights, why don't you listen to the thoughts of the so-called false elves before considering the holy war?"

Kuran did not carry the Scarlet Death that he always carried with him. He looked around at the knight monkeys in the arena with a playful look. Blackhand couldn't wait!

Alaros and Mogiana looked at each other. Although their calm gazes did not change, it was obvious that they knew each other and did not show any surprise.

But Morgiana still frowned, as she was the incarnation of a lady, she knew the true identity of the gods of faith...she couldn't let the elves mess around.

The Holy Grail Guards who had always followed the Lake Fairy slowly walked towards the arena gate at Mogiana's signal, and the pure golden sword light gradually emerged from the sheath.

"Alaros, you're not going to say anything." Kuran crossed his arms and watched the dozen or so Holy Grail guards approaching. His playful look never changed, and he was secretly happy.

"My mission is to announce His Majesty's will. How to make the plan reach this point is up to you and Kadroin."

"In the past, I would have killed you immediately for misinterpreting the monarch's orders, but now... I hope you won't regret it."

Kuran pinched a gem on his collar with his fingers, and the volume-amplifying spell that had been prepared long ago passed through the air unscrupulously, transmitting his voice to everyone's ears.

"Lauren Leocornwall, you have always been looking for answers, and this time, we come with the answers." The Holy Grail guards quickened their pace, hoping to quickly deal with this group of heretics. Only Lauren frowned after hearing Kuran's words, as if he was thinking about something.

In just a few seconds, a vulture wearing a robe with the emblem of a Coronic lion swooped down from the sky and blocked the Holy Grail Guard.

Under Morgiana's puzzled and angry gaze, Laun said in a deep voice: "Bretonnia is not a group of barbaric northern barbarians and elven pirates. They have not shown any hostility and should have come with the order of the Phoenix King. I have an obligation to listen to their request."

"You..." Morgiana was anxious. For the first time, she felt that the knight who she could use at will before was like hard stone. The premise of honor was to abide by some noble morals. The elves had not yet declared war.

Even though everyone knew that Kuran and the others were definitely not here to give gifts, the Bretonnians still wanted to listen to it.

The Mirror of the Lady of the Lake appeared from Morgiana's hands, and she had to do something to prevent things from developing in the most embarrassing direction.

A profound and incomprehensible language floated out from the fairy's mouth. The light of maliciousness, a spell that could turn those who disrespected ladies into frogs, was Morgiana's best trick.

Kadroin won't speak, and Alaros won't betray...the only target is that Druzy!

Light floated out from the pure and flawless mirror, and as Mogiana's chanting became brighter and brighter, it seemed that it was about to reach Kuran, who was not very proficient in magic.

But someone moved. Kadroin, holding the flaming phoenix banner, gently shook the holy relic from Ulthuan, and his dry lips slightly opened.

A cold voice like a whisper from the other side floated out from Kadroin's mouth, and that indifferent look made Morgiana feel cold all over.

"quiet."

Under Asuryan's icy gaze, the biggest obstacle was removed, and a secret letter was handed to Alaros.

As Alaros roughly scanned the strong and powerful handwriting on the surface of the expensive silk, he felt sweat gradually appearing on his forehead.

He looked at Kuran and Kadroin in disbelief, his expression full of suspicion... and a hint of fear.

"This...you guys."

Kuran stood beside Alaros, his eyes still scanning the Bretonnians, his tone calm.

"You have but one chance to prove your loyalty, Alaros... prove the worth of Asrai to the Phoenix King, or is the blood oath you swore to Her Majesty the Queen merely an attempt to survive."

Countless thoughts flashed through Alaros' mind. He attacked Kadroin who was controlling Morgiana, allowing the Lake Fairy to cast a spell to resolve the crisis.

Or I could tear up this decree before the eyes of all, and return to Athel Loren to face... No, if I disobey, that madman will not hesitate to destroy anyone who threatens his rule.

With cold sweat on his forehead, he gritted his teeth and read out word by word the oracle with the mark of phoenix flame on the back.

"In the name of Asuryan, the Creator God of the Elves, the Supreme God of Mandala, the lady you Bretonnia worship is Lilith, the Moon Maiden of our race... I inherit the legacy of my predecessor, shoulder the great responsibility of the elves, and swear to settle accounts with the traitors hidden in history.

Lilith, the daughter of the hunting god Kunos and the mother goddess Aisha.

Sin 1. Conspiring to divide the elves during the Chaos Invasion, deceiving Malekith, son of Aenarion, Prince of Nagarythe at the time, into opposing the Phoenix King, and even attempting to usurp the throne of Ulthuan by murder.

Crime 2: To trick our Caledor ancestor, the King of Conquest, into boarding a doomed ship, where he was attacked and killed by the Druzian assassins, thereby maintaining the division of the elves for his own shameless selfish desires.

Crime three, crime four, crime five... crime twenty-two..."

The more Alaros spoke, the colder he felt. Imrik was throwing all the problems that were not conducive to the integration of the elves onto Lilith. Who the hell would think that Malekith's betrayal was entirely Lilith's responsibility.

But Kulan nodded from time to time, and closed his eyes with a look of deep pain. He must have felt that the stigma of the former monarch had been washed away, and he was slightly touched...

Amid the surprised, puzzled and doubtful looks of the Bretonnian knights, Alaros finally mentioned what Lilith had done in the Old World two thousand years ago.

"Sin 31: Deceiving the people of the Old World, threatening their souls with eternal slavery, concealing the name of God and establishing the Holy Grail faith..." (End of this chapter)