Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The Phoenix King's robe was a bit awkward compared to the two bottles and jars. It was naturally impossible for Imric to let Mortellius carry the goods. The Steadfast mount was a family member and a comrade, not a lowly packhorse.

This can only be a bitter experience for the Phoenix King, who came here personally carrying the items seized from the Lady of the Lake Church.

When he saw the vigilance of the five little ones, the Phoenix King was very satisfied. Although it was a bit humiliating to lose to a Holy Grail guard, it seemed understandable considering the ferocious performance of the human brat before he swore an oath to protect the Holy Land.

Besides, the Five Little Strong are still young, and with their qualifications, they should be able to accomplish great things...

The five people stood up side by side, and the joy of surviving the disaster was quickly washed away. No one knew what the Phoenix King wanted, but there was no doubt that compared to the handsome elf with a smile on his face in front of him, the five of them seemed like A piece of gravel under the dragon's claws can be destroyed effortlessly.

"Markus Kruppel..."

Before Imrik could say another word, Marcus stood upright as if in a state of stress, and shouted loudly regardless of the fact that he was in a state of escape.

"Here, what are your orders, sir?"

Marcus was a little nervous, and if his shaking knees and shoulders weren't lying, he should be a little... scared.

Who makes the embassy always like to brag about the Phoenix King, saying that his wise and powerful Majesty can destroy the city with one finger and fight alone in the army of 100,000 people against the Eternal God Chosen Isawa Kull? If Magnus hadn't held him back, only Your Majesty alone can prevent the invasion of Chaos from coming back.

It also includes some relatively unique descriptions, saying that the Phoenix King is a guy with a dragon soul, and he can breathe out when his eyes are angry.

Only Judith described it more accurately, and the ambassador vaguely explained the origin of Kislev's current situation. Countless clues can lead to His Majesty sitting on the throne of Lothern.

The nervous Kruppel did not realize that he was not an elf, and the Phoenix King was not a military exchange officer stationed in the empire.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you idiot..."

Victor reminded Krupol in a low voice of his words. He respected the elven monarch. The elves may have many tricks, but the history of the Church of Sigmar tells the story of the deeds of great heroes. This is the only thing that will not lie.

If the Phoenix King had not been an elf, the Church of Sigmar would have given him the title of Saint to praise the greatness of him and the devout people.

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty."

"Maybe I should change my clothes, otherwise I will only remember my identity as Phoenix King..."

Imrik shook his head and handed the wine out, motioning for Marcus to come and take it.

While Marcus took three staggering steps and two steps, the treasures from the Lady's Church did not let the leader take a second look. He stood cautiously next to the Phoenix King, waiting for the next instruction.

But Imrik obviously didn't like this. He waved his hands to indicate that there was no need to be nervous. He walked to the wooden pile next to the campfire and sat down. He reached out and picked up a secret skewer prepared by the dwarf master, and began to evaluate it with relish. .

"It tastes good, better than expected. I often suggest that the Royal Court's restaurant should hire chefs from more races. Can you imagine the pain of only being able to choose ten recipes in a hundred years?"

Badin cautiously picked up a few skewers of cooked meat from the campfire and handed them to the Phoenix King, "The flavor of the Gray Mountains is mixed with some surface-style concoctions. I am not bragging from the old ranger. There is no chef better than me in the entire Fearless Fort. "

"Those royal chefs should really learn from you. They actually require that the Phoenix King's daily dishes must come from special offerings from various countries in Ulthuan. They have never thought of learning from the special cuisines of other races."

"Yes, yes, dwarves are no worse at cooking than elves. I was almost invited to the Eternal Peak to serve as the royal cook of the High King. If it weren't for the fact that someone had to hold the ax in my hand, I would have gone to the World's Edge Mountains long ago. Great chef."

"That's a waste of your talent. Although food can bring satisfaction and happiness, the ax is the key to survival..."

The elves and dwarves chatting enthusiastically were not like meeting for the first time. They naturally expected all kinds of interesting food types after hearing that Gorrickson had considerable experience in cooking trolls and wyverns.

Imric immediately said that he would hunt down a few of them personally and invite Bardin to cook, trying out his skills as a great chef in the Gray Mountains.

Victor's eyes drifted past Marcus, and he saw that the usually extremely unruly big-headed soldier was not at all stable at this time. Hearing that there was wine and meat, he came over with a bowl.

"I'm also good at cooking. I mainly help the chef with the food... Why don't you listen to my opinion? The meat of trolls and wyverns is too hard. It's better to replace it with bear paws. That's Kisri Husband’s delicacies.”

"Damn it, Krupol, I'm chatting with him, how can you interrupt."

"He didn't specify that he wanted to chat with you, Badin, why can't I talk?"

It's quite interesting to be honest... This was Imrik's idea. He held a golden skewer between his teeth and watched with interest the actions of the tall and short people arguing.

To be fair, when a character that you used to control with your own hands appears in front of you, the strange feeling is difficult to get rid of.

If Victor could witness Sigma, Marcus firmly protects the empire, Bardeen finds Plateau Castle, Sienna finds her destination, Carillian feels Elsa... maybe many things will be different.

The elf waved to the three people who were still standing restrainedly. Being a monarch for too long would be very tiring. Moreover, he had been entangled with Lilith for a while just now, which made him not in a good mood.

The monarch has no friends, but the elves can have friends. He doesn't mind lowering his status and chatting with the five little strong men. After all, this may be the only chance...

"Your Majesty..." Victor was still careful, but he stood vaguely in front of Kerillian, covering the tall and thin figure of the elf behind him.

The witch hunter could see that the elf did not want to meet her monarch. As the captain's duty, he had the obligation to protect this woman's ideas.

But this only made Imrick feel a little funny. He stared at the campfire and said calmly.

"Kerillian, are you still bothered by that thing?"

The elf did not respond, but her tense body told of her fear. The scene she was most worried about appeared. The direct source of the envelope was Ulthuan.

"We all make mistakes sometimes, or your mistake is that you have a different standpoint. Of course, this is sophistry. Even if you didn't make a mistake, I can still send you to jail for countless reasons.

But now, sit still and try the dwarf master's craftsmanship."

The monarch's order cannot be disobeyed. The three people and the dwarf could not feel the horror of the handsome man. Only when Kerillian approached, the cold will was always washing her mind.

Submit to fate... This is the fate of the elves. (End of this chapter)