Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Want to play a game of chess, Phoenix King..."

The handsome man wore half a mask with an ivory luster. He gracefully picked up an obsidian chess piece, as if inviting the person opposite him.

"I'm not a chess player, and you're not a suitable opponent, Kane."

Imrik also held a chess piece, but the chess piece in his hand was a little special. It was a strange shape with half black and half white, and the warrior held a sword and a scepter.

The Phoenix King pointed his index finger at his temple and exaggerated, "Your brain... everyone knows it's not that normal.

Don't try to do anything. My last mercy to you is not for Lilith."

It is a consensus among the elven gods that Cain likes Lilith. It is rumored that Asuryan's brother once pursued the Moon Girl madly. Although the result was not satisfactory, the God of Bloody Hands still persists in some... vulgar ideas.

This is a story that the elves are proud of, believing that the gods have emotions and preferences just like them.

"What if I say no?" Blood flowed from Cain's palms. His executioner Aenarion was on the land of Bretonnia. Cain's sword carried the will of the murderer, and the guardian never left even though he had been dormant in the holy fire for thousands of years.

The lineage of Morion, seemingly glorious, actually inherited the darkest bloodline of Aenarion, and the terrible curse of Khaine always lingers among the descendants.

And for the Witch King, who is so dark, to gain Asuryan's favor amidst conspiracy and betrayal, is really... too ridiculous.

"You won't do that...Kane."

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"Karl, the Phoenix King's army has captured Briony... A lizardman army mysteriously appeared in Cologne, and it seems they are preparing to attack King Lawn. We need to make a decision as soon as possible." Kurt reminded that if you want to get a piece of the pie, you need to hurry up.

If we continue to observe the situation, the several principalities originally promised by Prince Caledo may only have a small buffer zone left.

"These are really turbulent times..." Rubbing his brows, Carl still carried some psychological burden. He had accepted the help of King Lauen many years ago and received emergency support from King Lionheart in a battle to protect Marienburg.

His sense of justice would not allow him to make such a decision.

"What was the result of the interrogation? Does the Countess still believe in Sigmar devoutly?"

This is the final bottom line. The Countess who has an unclear connection with the elves has been escorted to Nuln by the Reik Guards and the Battle Priests. As evidenced by her cloak stained with the blood of the devout, if she has justice and faith in her heart, she is interfering for the sake of profit.

But if he is really appointed by the Lady of the Lake, a fanatical religious war will be inevitable, and His Majesty Walkerma will personally judge the heretics who corrupted the followers of the Twin-Tailed Comet.

"She failed to show sufficient piety... and was reduced to charcoal in the holy relics left by His Majesty Magnus."

"That's really... regrettable." Carl took a deep breath. Now that he had been convicted of religious infiltration, he could at least gain the support of the Southern Territory on this expedition. Especially when His Majesty Walkerma had secretly pointed out many times that the Emperor paid too much attention to the court and did not show a devout belief in Sigmar, Carl urgently needed help from the Double-Tailed Comet.

"Let's send out the troops... Seek the advice of General Kislev and delay the expedition to the Norse Wasteland."

"Yes, he will definitely understand your Majesties' difficulties."

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Whether it can be understood or not is not very important to the general. The Ice Princess who has been staying in Ulthuan for recent years has finally returned to Kislev for a short time. He needs to know whether this princess is worthy of respect.

The unusually cold weather in Kislev was chilling even in early spring, which made Katerin, who had lived in the warm and dry Dragon's Back Mountains in recent years, uncomfortable. Her icy blue eyes swept across the slightly wary Patriotic Army, and she sighed inexplicably in her heart.

Under Mazov's instruction, she knew just how much pressure this force, known as the shield of the civilized world, had endured over the past two hundred years.

At all times, the eyes from Ulthuan would examine whether they were worthy of so much help. The Council of Nobles of Caledor once inquired about the whereabouts of a large amount of expenditure that was routinely spent every year in the kingdom. According to the predictions of the Dragon Princes, the Russians could not be allowed to live too badly, but they could not live too well either.

Not only Mazov was under pressure, but also the two Caledors who were always keeping an eye on the situation in the Old World. After experiencing the hardships of the Great Crusade and the Vampire War, Raskol, who was selling everything he had to raise funds for reconstruction, almost sold out the entire kingdom. The pressure of chaos in the north, the vampires lurking in the mountains to the east, and the greenskins and beastmen who were always on the scene, all made it extremely difficult for the Guardians, who only knew how to fight.

Time passes, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the extremely strict selection system for generals. Only those who have infinite enthusiasm for the motherland and possess supreme honor and faith can obtain the same title as a general.

"General Petrov, I want to see if the farms in the southern states can be arranged immediately."

farm?

There was surprise in Petrov's eyes. The food of Kislev City was all supplied by the Patriotic Army. The food provided to the Tsar's court every year was no less than that of the emperor of the southern neighbor. Caledo would certainly not be deprived of treatment. Shouldn't the Snow Princess' primary concern be magic?

"Yes, but can you tell me the reason? It's not the planting season yet, and farmers in the southern states are busy loosening the land. I'm afraid it's hard to see the ten thousand acres of wheat you want to see."

Katerina knew that this was a test. According to Mazov, the Kislevites, who had a strong belief in saints, regarded the original builders of the Patriotic Army as saints. Raskol's successor, who was a farmer, must also understand the importance of farming and set an example.

“Food is our lifeline. I can use magic to awaken the power of the motherland’s land and summon powerful elemental beasts to resist the northern barbarians, but I cannot grow a grain of wheat on the barren land.

The gods have ordained our natural duty. The peasants hold up the backbone of Kislev, ensuring that our warriors can hold out against the siege of their homeland. I need to understand the lands I will rule, to experience this sad... reality firsthand, just as my father did."

Petrov was silent for a long time. He was not moved by these words, but if what Katerin said was from the heart, some of his worries would be dispelled.

"Please, we still have some time before the dispute in the south ends... You should know the plight of your motherland and think about how to lead the children of Kislev through this dark era as you grow up... the future tsarina."

Katerin did not smile in recognition, she saw worry in Petrov's eyes, many people were predicting a terrible fate was about to come... (End of this chapter)