Chapter 1098 Desire for Expansion

Imric let out a long sigh after getting these two heavyweights out of Ulthuan and causing harm to the world.

It is impossible to say that there is no pressure on this Phoenix King.

Most of the legacies of the Witch King and the Forest King were inherited by the Phoenix King. The Black Guard captain Kuran Blackhand, the tyrant Malus Blackblade, and the Kraken Lord Loxia Corrupted Heart. The notoriety of these three alone is enough. Stop Asul's child from crying.

The brave Araloth, the Twilight sisters Arohan and Neralise, and the Ancestor Durthu, although the first one seems a little too stretched in the eyes of the Phoenix King and not worthy of being compared with the two forest spirits, strength is not a measure of value. the only way.

Assur has even more powerful generals. The generals headed by War Lord Elsharion seem unwilling to waste such a good opportunity for expansion. The elves have never been afraid of war, especially after resolving the internal divisions. The desire for power begins to manifest.

"Phyllis... I hope that the next agenda will not be to meet Malus Blackblade."

The maid picked up the gold-plated itinerary and said, "No, someone suggested that you should hold a tourney as a sacred ceremony to celebrate the sixth anniversary of your coronation."

"Tell this idiot who proposed the agenda that if he can cover the expenses of the tourney, including venue maintenance, competition equipment, and player rewards, I can try to hold one."

Phyllis raised her slender brows, "This proposal comes from the Chairman of the Lothern Municipal Council."

"So he really has the wallet to take it all."

"right."

Imrik shook his head and sneered. He fought a battle. In order to prove that he was capable enough to win the title of Aenarion, Caledor's wealth that had been accumulated for a hundred years was almost spent.

And these old guys still hold a lot of resources in their hands. If they surrender to the Witch King...

"No, don't think that I don't know his thoughts. He just wants Tyrion to stand up through the tourney and re-enter the War Council as the commander of the Etain army.

Tell him to give money to the Phoenix Court, otherwise Tyrion will leave the Court without a single soldier. "

"Are you being a little arbitrary?" Phyllis reminded. After all, this is not Caledor, and the relationship between the ruler and the council is not as harmonious as it seems.

"Tell him the exact words."

"yes."

"Next item."

"The War Lord is asking you about the movements of the Caledorian legions, mainly the Caledorian army led by Davian."

Imric helplessly fiddled with the Phoenix King's crest ring on his ring finger, "It seems that our war lord has finally lost his leisure."

"After all, he needs some achievements to prove that his ability is not weaker than Tyrion."

"Let Eltharion make his own decision. He is the war lord who leads the Phoenix King's army, and I am just the monarch responsible for sealing the seal."

Half a month later, at the War Council, when Elsharion heard His Majesty the Phoenix King's true words, his expression remained unchanged for a thousand years, and his brows twitched several times.

Many people thought that after Imric was crowned, he would take the initiative to provoke wars involving all parts of the world. Ulthuan was such a small place, how could it accommodate such a large population.

The resources required to support the reconstruction of Nagaryth are astronomical. Drawing blood from the other nine kingdoms will naturally be opposed. Even under the edict of the Eternal Queen, the Aisha priests rolled their eyes and granted fertility to the land.

But there are two problems. Years of bloody battles have left the land of Nagaris full of magic residue, and it will take at least a hundred years to completely purify it.

The other thing is that the Shadow King is not good at farming, including his subordinates and the newly recruited Druzi. Both sides are far more skilled in using swords to destroy homes and plunder homes than they are in hard work with hoes.

Yris is a warring faction, or the outer ring kingdoms are all warring factions. Their living environment is really not much better than that of humans in some wealthy areas. This is why Elsharion is willing to convene war councils many times.

Arao rubbed his beardless chin and asked Cohir again, "Did the teacher really say that? He is only responsible for sealing, and the war council is decided by Prince Elsharion?"

Cohill nodded in agreement, "His Majesty has ordered that war against forces friendly to the Phoenix Court is not allowed, and war intelligence must be reported to the Court at all times. Some of the captured items should be used for the reconstruction of Ulthuan."

The young Prince Charis nodded thoughtfully. He thought of something very interesting, and turned to ask Adila,

"Prince Adila, I heard that Tyron Locke recently introduced a bill to encourage pioneering movements. Noble young people with ability and determination can apply for a pioneering order in the palace to set aside the barren areas of Nagaroth in the Phoenix King's Court. Create a new home.”

Adira, who was drinking tea slowly and listening to the nonsense of the War Council, nodded slowly, "I am still asking His Majesty the Phoenix King for instructions on this matter. So far in Nagaroth, only the Iron Mountains and the Obsidian Peaks are clearly occupied by Caledor, and the rest of the area is clearly occupied by Caledor. They all belong to the territory of the Phoenix Court. It will take some time whether the land opened by the pioneer nobles will be divided according to nationality or unified under the management of the Phoenix Court. "

Please...you have the nerve to say this word.

Arao complained in his heart, but since he said it out loud, it would definitely not be groundless.

The land of Nagaros is very suitable for Charis warriors to enter. The Anulli Mountains are no less dangerous than the Dark Forest, and there are a lot of scarce resources in the northern land. The young prince wants to get rid of the single model of farming as soon as possible.

"Charis is very interested in this matter."

Naggaroth - Tyron Locke, Charis...

Issarion silently noted the expected goals of the two countries, but he still looked back at Caledor's seat. Draknir, who should have been sitting on the dragon bench, still did not appear, and Agathel took over the seat instead.

"Where is Caledor."

Agathel looked up at the ceiling, his face calm, "Ask Etila, I don't know anything."

"Ahem."

The hidden threat made the noble leader sit firmly, and he explained with his hands spread, "Caledor will remain in its current state. If the courts need help, we will send dragons to support them as appropriate."

This guarantee is enough.

Issarion commented in his heart and placed an eagle flag in the south of the old world - Estalia.

"I think the threat of the ratmen needs to be resolved as soon as possible. Iris will assist Caledor in attacking the withered swamp from the left."

Aislin hugged his chest and closed his eyes to meditate. Estalia is a good choice. The coastline is very narrow and long, which is very suitable for Cosqui's needs.

"Reconsider, Cosqui cannot watch the Skaven rats set foot in the country of Marselan."

Rethra, who was originally acting as the representative of Itain, wanted to get involved and at least build a naval base in the Old World, but she never expected a voice to suddenly come from the door of the palace.

"I hope I come at the right time."

Tyrion, wearing the dragon armor of Aenarion, no longer looked calm as when he served as the Phoenix King's guard, and a passion that had not been seen for a long time emerged in his body.

Rethra curled his lips, knowing that His Majesty had finally released him.

Knowing that he was not as good as Tyrion, he did not hesitate too much, pulled out a chair and let the former war lord take his seat, and walked to the seat at the back and waited quietly. (End of this chapter)