Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The deep complaint caused a silence in the tavern. The decades-long belief in the promise made by the prince and the mission of restoring Caledor to its past glory became doubtful with a series of deceptive operations by Dracnir.

The weak attitude of cooperating with the investigation and divination makes people deeply feel whether the previous impression is somewhat biased, and whether the kindness of His Highness the Prince can lead the kingdom to prosperity after the prince leaves.

As the heir, every move of the prince received more attention than Imrik. They did not want to be ruled by a weak prince in the future.

No matter how powerful the prince's magical ability is, his recent silence seems to indicate that he always has a weak mentality.

The boss signaled the waiter to give the guests stronger drinks. Discussion of politics was not prohibited in Caledo, but some sensitive topics were best kept silent.

This is not a society with a strong democratic atmosphere in the Inner Ring Kingdom, but a kingdom ruled by a single family for thousands of years. Any question will be accused of being reactionary.

After pouring the guest a glass of strong liquor that could make an ogre drunk, the boss forced a smile and said, "His Royal Highness has come back. I believe he will give us an answer soon. If you have time to drink and complain, why not hurry up and get a few bottles of potion to give Be prepared for the future.

If the healing products are of inferior quality, how can we be worthy of our compatriots who fought bloody battles? "

The guest took the wine glass and said politely, "I know, but I just can't accept it. Why are we always overpowered by foreign fools? In my opinion, Caledo should completely break away from the Phoenix Court and become the greatest The kingdom of...

No, it's the Empire! "

The boss shook his head and said nothing. Building an empire was not easy. Could a drunkard complaining with just a few words make His Highness give up his oath to the Eternal Queen?

He advised you to drink quickly. If you are not satisfied with what you have, there are stronger ones in the wine cabinet.

The exchanges at the table caused the two people in the corner to sigh.

This was a tavern that Imric would occasionally visit in disguise. After returning to Caledor, Magnus wanted to experience the elf flavor. But when he actually arrived here, he found that except for the decoration, it was more exquisite than the human tavern. Other than that, there's not much difference.

Of course, the premise of this judgment is to exclude the large number of drunkards lying in front of the door in the empire, as well as the lingering smell of vomit in the air.

Magnus chuckled for a while, looked at the table, and said with a hint,

"The empire, if you include the land area of ​​Lustria, maybe you can really build an empire and call it the emperor. Think about it, how many emperors are there in the world today? One each for Cathay, Dwarves, High Elves, and Sigmar Empire, Nehe Kara can only be counted as half, which symbolizes a supreme power and glory."

Imrik burped his wine, and looked at the table, silently remembering the pharmacist's face, and responded to his old friend,

"I don't deny this statement, but there is an emperor who you didn't judge accurately."

"Oh, you don't think the High King of the Dwarves is an Emperor?"

"No, the High King is definitely the Emperor, although the loose political structure of dwarves and humans makes me think the title of Emperor is ridiculous.

But there is no doubt that the position of High King originated from Snorri, the youngest son of Granni, and he can indeed be called a legal and orthodox emperor. "

Magnus speculated and proposed an unlikely force. The Dragon Emperor was indeed not an emperor in the strict sense.

After all, he is a god, so calling him emperor seems derogatory.

"So Cathay?"

"It's a high elf." Imric sighed deeply, seeming to feel sorry for the fate of his race. Under Magnus' curious eyes, he talked about the reason. "The emperors who have orthodox legal claims and are universally recognized in the world are nothing more than the Sigma Empire, the Cathay Kingdom, the Kingdom of the Mountains, and forget about the dead people in Nehekhara. They are now just products of their own entertainment.

And the Phoenix King you think of is not the so-called emperor in the strict sense. To obtain the throne of the Elven Empire, one must achieve something like Aenarion, the unquestionable monarch of all the elves in Sar. "

The Dragon Prince swung the wine glass and laughed at himself, "But now look at the situation of the elves. The high elf Phoenix King, the dark elf wizard king, and the wood elf god king are not half as great as Aenarion.

But the first two claimed to be orthodox and fought a war that lasted for thousands of years. The latter even scorned the racial consciousness of the elves, preferring to associate with beasts rather than seek legal claims to the elven throne. "

"You seem to have ulterior motives." Magnus was keenly aware of some clues. If he wanted to be independent, Caledor would have been able to break away from the Phoenix Court's political system and exist as a great country.

But if we talk about the long-lost Elf Empire, it is a more grand Wild King, reviving its ancient glory.

Imrik didn't want to raise this point, so he slapped a gold coin on the table, indicating that his old friend should leave. There were still many things to deal with, and sneaking out of the palace was already suspected of being irresponsible.

After walking out of the tavern, the prince, who had many things to do, asked the pious people to make their own arrangements. As long as they could find it when it was needed, they could do some speculative things in the city.

Holding a bag full of gold leaf coins, the devout man disguised as an elf tried to have fun in the ancient city with a cheerful mood. This behavior of sneaking in and catching fish while disguised as an identity really made Magnus say that he was very satisfied. .

After bidding farewell to his old friend, Imrik, who was originally relaxed, suddenly changed his face and returned to the palace with a serious aura.

After hearing the news of the elder's death, countless elves rushed to the palace to pay their respects. They entered the side hall in an orderly manner and bowed their heads in silence to the two coffins in the center from the outside of the railing.

The influx of people put pressure on the guards. They needed to strictly monitor the order of the side hall and beware of anyone making small moves in the name of memorial service.

All this made the atmosphere in the main hall very silent. The maids gathered together for a rare occasion and stood at the side waiting for the inspection of the master who had not returned for a long time.

But Imric had no intention of observing the details of the maids group, and waved his hand to disperse. If he felt that the atmosphere in the palace was too oppressive, everyone would take a five-day holiday.

Adila appeared out of nowhere. After seeing the maids disperse, she shook her head and sighed in front of her husband, looking very depressed.

"Is he still alone?" Imrik asked his wife. Since he returned home, his son has put aside all the matters in his hands and huddled in the study to remain in a state of confinement. He is as fragile as a child who has suffered a huge blow and lost. .

Adila turned back and glanced at the inner hall, her eyes showing strong worry.

The confinement has lasted for almost half a month, and she tried her best to persuade her husband to be tolerant and give more time to the children.

But the final result will only make the husband more dissatisfied, too fragile and sensitive...

"Well, we should be more tolerant..."

"We have given him enough tolerance." Imrik interrupted his wife's words of protection with a strong attitude. "Since he grew up, I have never interfered with any of his decisions. The deaths of Randy and Wycliffe were His lack of consideration caused it, and as his father, I should also bear the responsibility.

Failure is unacceptable in Caledor, but the most unacceptable thing is vulnerability, as cowardly as a deer with a broken leg hiding in a hole and not daring to face the world.

He inherited my power because of his identity and bloodline, but he also needed to prove that he was qualified to inherit my power! "(End of chapter)