Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Declared that Lothern has entered a state of martial law. Except for the foreign merchant ships approved by the Eternal Queen, the War Lord, and the Chairman of the Council of Etain, they are only allowed to trade outside the Emerald Gate."

"Declare that before the Phoenix King election ends, the War Lord will take over everything in Lothern, and all those who do not cooperate will undergo strict scrutiny!"

"Declared that the war lord is strongly dissatisfied with the radical actions of Caledor Rest. If Prince Drachnir continues to send Kaled, Windhowl City, and Vaal Anvil troops to exercise on the border of Itain, he will propose to the Queen to cancel it. The Dragon Prince’s qualifications to run for the Phoenix King.”

Orders that became more and more intense were circulating in Lothern, but most people were numb to the specific content of the orders. They could no longer remember how many people spread rumors about the election of the Phoenix King in the streets.

The War Council was shouting wildly like a decoration. The Eternal Queen focused on the orderly conduct of the election, but the conflicts between the several candidates became increasingly intense.

This state lasted until the spring of the second year after Fenuba died...

Tyrion, who had finished venting his anger, pulled out the Sun Sword inserted into the pirate's body. He felt the call of Kane Temple more and more these days, and that extremely handsome face appeared in his mind again after decades.

Normally, the release of sensual desires can relax the mind a little, but as the whereabouts of his brother Teclis become more mysterious and the influence of magic becomes weaker, the side effects of wearing Aenarion dragon armor for a long time still appear.

Everyone who dies in his hands becomes a sacrifice to the God of Bloody Hands. If he wants to suppress this idea, he cannot refuse to be trapped in the release of the desire to kill.

On the pirate ship, Tyrion looked up at the sky, raised his hands and roared, as crazy as the Blood God was alive.

"Kill, kill, kill! People sacrifice to gods by killing, and gods kill in return!"

What is different from the location in the sea is the deep conspiracy in the dragon's palace.

Draconir's eyes flickered, and news from all over the world flashed through his mind. As the actual brain of Caledor now, the prince had given up his former compassion and kindness, just to let his father obtain the position of Phoenix King.

In the empty room, he held his chin with his hands and whispered orders to different groups of people.

"The Legion of the Sun continues to press closer to Estalia, pretending to be trying to attack Bretonnia itself. The Sotigo Cult maintains its support for the Giant Horned Viper and captures Miraliangueno, waiting for the Rats to launch an attack immediately. Abandon the siege and advance towards the Skaven capital on both sides.”

"Dragon Wasteland has stopped all exploration activities and focused on the coming frenzy of Chaos Dwarves and Skaven. Dawn Fortress is ready to give up control of the ocean and throw all its forces into the dark land."

"Anaheim shrinks its defensive perimeter, abandons the Vaal Anvil and retreats to the Ocean Triangle."

Orders came from the prince's mouth one after another. Compared with his father who followed the tradition of letting the herald issue the orders, Drachnir was more willing to do it himself.

A year of deliberately encouraging political operations has caused Caledo, who was already angry at the loss of two elders, to have nationalist sentiments begin to rise.

And this is the result that Draconir hopes. At least in the near future, the fierce public opinion is enough to numb many eyes...

The first meeting about the election of the Phoenix King was held. All candidates except Imrik were present. As the actual host, Tigris replaced the Eternal Queen who was inconvenient to speak and explained the importance of this election.

"A country cannot be left without an owner for a day. Now that the artifact is without an owner, the world is about to be torn apart, and there are internal and external troubles. Asul needs a wise leader to lead us through the difficulties..."

He took out a list, looked at the hundreds of people present and muttered quietly, "Next, there will be an evaluation of the candidates' identities, honors, lineages, and contributions. The Phoenix King must be perfect because he is the leader of Asuryan." The chosen one is the unquestionable monarch of all the elves." "The first is Imrik, Prince of Caledor. I don't need to elaborate on the bloodline of the dragon lord. Among all the people present, there is no one who can compare with Caledor in being as ancient and noble as Caledor. His family, he expelled the Witch King’s army, went to the old world to destroy the twelfth Eternal Chosen, and established contact with the Sigma Empire..."

Tigris, who was waiting for everyone's reaction, ignored most of the boastful stories about Imrik. From the perspective of identity and bloodline alone, the Dragon Prince was the most qualified candidate to serve as the Phoenix King, and in terms of evaluation of honor and contribution , judging from the current precarious situation of Ulthuan, it must be him.

But the election of the Phoenix King is not a simple voting booth...

Without exception, all representatives from the Western Outer Rim raised their hands, agreeing that Imric was qualified as a candidate.

The seats in the inner ring are particularly silent. Some people who have been friends with the Caledor family for generations do not want to express their loyalty and determination here. If I don't serve this weak situation in Ulthuan, we Assur should take it. Spears and shields went to the battlefield to kill the enemy bravely.

Although this was true, only a few representatives of the inner circle agreed. The elves were very clear about political alignment. Caledor was extremely xenophobic. Tyron Locke had lost his position as prince to Imrik before he could qualify as an ally.

The glory of a Phoenix King for hundreds of years is still the eternal continuation of the family. This is a clear distinction in the hearts of the elves.

Representatives from the east began to raise their hands one after another. Although Elsharion was a candidate, it did not prevent him from voting for Imric. There was no conflict between the two. At least compared to the depressing atmosphere of the inner ring seats, the outer ring was still much more relaxed. .

"Tyrion..."

"Elsharion..."

Candidates were put on the stage one after another, but everyone knew that the only ones who could actually compete for the position of Phoenix King were these three leaders who started their careers in war.

Just as he was tinkering and preparing for the end, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Teclis's calm eyes.

When everyone still didn't know what the Supreme Mage meant, a pure and flawless blue magic shield had already enveloped Teclis' body.

Two seconds after the magic shield appeared, two arrows, black and white, suddenly penetrated the dome of the palace. When large pieces of rubble fell, the two arrows remained unabated and pointed directly at Teclis's eye sockets.

"Enemy attack!"

"It must have been Drucci who did it, protecting the Supreme Mage!"

The Dragon Prince, who was the strongest on average, was not happy with the Supreme Mage. However, in the face of the enemy attack, Trevicorn still arranged for a group of people to protect the weak Tyronlock nobles and sent a few people to go there. The location of Tigris.

The Hoth Demonic Swordsmen, who reacted most quickly, had already begun to jointly cast spells to protect the palace when the arrows first appeared.

But a great pressure appeared in their hearts, and they could hardly hold the big sword that was used as a staff in their hands.

Teclis looked up at the sky through the broken dome. An emerald green dragon was being carried by two women with murderous intentions. Their next move was to draw the bowstring and prepare to shoot arrows that could break the wall. (End of chapter)