Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The Throne of Power is a symbol of imperial legitimacy similar to the Phoenix Crown.

The one who possesses the throne and the Book of Great Hatred is the incarnation of the mountains, the orthodox successor of White-bearded Snorri, the dwarf who carries the blood of Father God Granny...

The fear in Imric's eyes flashed. The problem in the mountain kingdom was that there was no actual leader among the dwarf mountain fortresses. He took the initiative to cultivate Torek, a key figure, to check and support Thorgrin. I don’t know if it’s good or bad for the elves.

Keenly aware of the Elf Prince's gaze, Thorgreen put down his ancestral battle ax and snorted coldly, loudly preaching the king's words to the surrounding dwarves.

“The dwarves remember their hatred deeply, but rather than fight with Pointed Ears, the Sons of the Mountain are more willing to let their battle axes be stained with the blood of green-skinned thieves first, and settle the hatred of the Dark Ages.

Besides, compared to you..."

The High King stared at the giant armor behind Imrik for a long time, wondering how he didn't know the name of this butcher. Hundreds of entries in the Book of Great Hatred all recounted the grudges between Occestes and the dwarves.

"But before the elves of Ulthuan are reckoned with, the Children of the Mountain will be the first to reckon with the hatred of Malekith the Forsworn!"

A group of dwarves shouted for the High King's decision. This cooperation was just a last resort due to the current situation. As long as the mountain kingdom recovers its vitality and returns to the golden age, the grievances of the revenge war four thousand years ago will be resolved with the elves. Complete liquidation.

Okacestes snorted coldly and told his lord his first impression of the current High King.

"The smooth guy threw the dwarf's original desire to settle the matter on Malekith's head, so that this action would not receive too many complaints from the Longbeards. At least they also understood the culprit of the Longbeard War. It's Malekith the Oathbreaker.

Thorgrim appears wiser than Gotrek Starbreaker. "

Imrik did not respond to these comments, which were both positive and negative. He watched this little follower of Erickson transform into the most powerful king in the world, and he knew full well what Thorgreen cared about.

Mustache does not care about the hatred that cannot be settled, and it is inevitable to improve relations with the Ulthuan elves, but presumably after the things in the Badlands come to an end, the mountain kingdom that has the energy to turn around will count the entries in the greater book of hatred one by one.

The first thing that will bear the brunt is that Malekith will face the revenge of a dwarf expeditionary force, and the leader is the former High King Snorri Whitebeard, a close friend of Prince Nagaryth.

At least according to what Lao Mi discovered while watching the dwarf army, there was a down-and-out old man with strength comparable to that of a great demon. He was wearing a shabby cloak, holding a pipe and listening to the movements in the central area.

After hearing Thorgreen's plan to take revenge on Malekith, he kept nodding his head, thinking that this was feasible.

Imrik showed a smile. It seemed that the cooperation with the dwarves was far from over. Revenge against Malekith? That really tickled his itch. When it came to his hatred against the Witch King, Caledor was no less powerful than Eternal Peak.

"If you intend to take revenge on those who broke the oath, I believe that an opportunity will arise in the near future. I am very curious whether Grimblindel still remembers this grudge that has a long history of more than 5,000 years."

A meaningful look appeared on Thor Green's face. The Elf Prince was preparing to drag the dwarves into the water and participate in the Elf Civil War.

With the appeal of the white dwarves, no matter how down-to-earth the clan is, they will strive to join the expedition and write down the most unforgettable entry in the book of great hatred.

"The dwarves will use the heads of the oathbreakers to pay homage to Snorri Whitebeard."

During the metaphorical conversation, the two people who had reached an agreement tacitly terminated the communication and returned to the camp to prepare for tomorrow's expedition.

Thorgrin locked himself in the camp, thinking alone about every word he communicated with Imric during the day. The pointy-eared thing always likes to play some tricks in his words, so he must be careful to guard against it. And this thought naturally placed the focus on Malekith.

When communicating with Imric in the past, Pointed-Ear's focus was only on the old world and rarely mentioned anything about Malekith, but Thorgrin knew that the Dragon Prince's hatred for the Witch King would never be inferior to that of the dwarves. , several generations of the Caledor family died directly or indirectly at the hands of Malekith.

But now he suddenly mentioned the matter of Malekith, why?
I was a bit confused, thinking that the High King, who had very little information, found someone who was indeed a human being.

After enjoying the convenience brought by communication magic, dwarves are gradually changing their previous communication methods of rangers and goat riders, and instead using distrustful magic to transmit non-critical information.

Naturally, it was impossible for the High King to let elf mages serve as correspondents. The alliance with the empire was enough to make the dwarves respected, and several outstanding mages were seconded from the Altdorf Academy of Magic.

The person he wants to contact is Broxon, the only dwarf who holds a high position in Caledor and has been an open spy with Ulthuan in the New World for a long time.

The human mage physically covers his ears and puts on a thick, insulating phonetic helmet.

Although he did not understand the dwarf language, he still had to complete all the formal steps. Who asked the elector to seek help from the High King, hoping to get the hidden help of the dwarves in the election of the emperor.

Cross-sea communication is not easy, especially for a mage who has only studied for twenty-five years. Even the most junior apprentices of the White Tower of Hos have more magical talent than the top students of the Altdorf Academy of Magic.

Fortunately, the magic theory taught by Teclis to humans was not fake. Under the helmet, the mage's face was hideous many times, and while his body was shaking and sweating, Bloxon's familiar voice still came from the cube metal box in the mage's hand.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty? Damn it, I know that human mages are a bunch of idiots with poor skills. They use the third-rate theories given by elves to figure it out on their own, but the last bit has no effect (after thirty complaints)...

The airship is almost completed. The next project is to think about whether I can use my engineering knowledge to build a communication system. I am really a genius. "

When the mage was frothing at the mouth and about to faint, Thorgren found that his voice still had not been sent to Bloxon. He couldn't help but became furious. I provide tens of thousands of gold coins to the Altdorf Academy of Magic every year, and I will give it to Eternity. Feng provides such a thing? !
Just when he was about to ask the Eternal Guard outside the door to provide some physical guidance to the mage, he discovered that the human condition seemed to be reversed and his body no longer trembled.

Knowing that he didn't have much time, Thorgreen put his face in front of the metal box in the mage's hand and asked urgently.

"Tell me everything that has happened in Ulthuan and the New World recently."

Bloxon over there was stunned, guessing that the High King was still messing with the mage just now, using physical methods to persuade humans to play some role, and had no time to deal with him.

After thinking about it, the spy recalled what had happened during this period of time. He rarely went out in the workshop and felt that there was nothing worth paying attention to.

But I vaguely heard the elf deputy complaining that after Fenubar's death, the Eternal Queen stopped investigating the murderer and instead went to mess with the Phoenix King election.

"It seems that the Phoenix King election is about to be held. By the height of next summer, the eleventh Phoenix King will be voted for in Lothern. There are several main participating factions..."

No longer interested in listening to Bloxon's detailed report, Thorgreen frowned for a moment, vaguely having a bold inference in his mind.

Malekith assassinated Fenubar and blamed Drachnir. Imrik knew about this, but still pretended not to know, just waiting for the Witch King to take the bait and wipe out Druchi at once.

But why does Imrik need the Phoenix Crown so badly? This thing doesn't seem to have much value to him. Holding a replica can still be used as a coronation symbol... (End of Chapter)