Chapter 1118 Chapter 48: Request From the Northern Army

"Father, how long are you going to stay in Avalon?"

The daughter's star-like expectant eyes made Imrick want to say forever, but the final answer made the little queen puff up her face and feel a little unhappy.

"Five days at the shortest and half a month at the longest."

"But this is the way humans do it. Only they calculate time in days and months."

"The documents piled on the desk don't care about the time concept of the person to be processed..." Imrick sighed. If it was the Phoenix King in the past, he would not be too busy. A set of autonomous systems had been formed for thousands of years, and what he really cared about were actually trivial matters.

But the slogan of rebuilding the Elf Empire is not just talk. Documents from all over the world are thrown to the Phoenix King Court like crazy. From Naggaroth to Dawn Fortress, many seemingly extremely strange events can be received every day.

After all, the elves have no concept of centralization. Everyone still handles things in the way of the previous two kings co-ruling and the princes' autonomy, which makes many things not as simple as expected.

For example, if Imrick wants to know the population composition, resource distribution, industry, and tax ratio of a certain area, these simplest things must first be ordered by the royal court. After the local government receives it, it will start to let the gentry count, and officials will hardly intervene at the grassroots level.

Although he is willing to create an official system, Imrick is also well aware of the difficulties. In simple terms, except for himself, the Phoenix King, no one wants to make a big move, so he can only move forward step by step.

Glancing at his daughter, he found that she was still puffing up her face like a punching bag, and Imrick thought of a good idea.

"Let's do this. I heard that people in Avalon are quite leisurely. If you can take over the selection of officials in the Phoenix Royal Court, I may be able to stay for a while."

Official selection... Alarielle began to look bitter. She took over the political reform of Avalon, but even with her mother's reputation as a guarantee, many people still doubted the officials promoted from the grassroots.

Family background, qualifications, knowledge, reputation, these constitute the main evaluation criteria for officials, not the most important ability.

"I'll try..." Elisara whispered, looking at her father's hair which seemed to be getting thinner, feeling a little scared.

"I hope I won't lose my hair."

"What did you say?"

Imrick often used this sentence to force others to agree with his ideas, but when it came to his daughter, the tough tone became extremely tactful, which gave Phyllis goose bumps for a while.

"It's nothing, mother has been waiting for a long time, go quickly."

Accompanied by the little queen, Imrick and his party came to the palace of Her Majesty the Queen. The Phoenix King's originally relaxed look changed after seeing Alarielle.

Looking at Alarielle's murderous eyes, Imrick whispered to his daughter beside him.

"What happened to your mother? She seems to be a little strange. Did she secretly participate in the sacrifice of the Cain Cult?"

Giving her father a blank look, Elisara said the recent problem: "In the war between Nagarys and Bretonnia, my mother wanted to persuade His Royal Highness the Shadow King not to cause trouble, and should let Duru... cough, the people have a sense of belonging.

But the result was not good."

"For example."

"The Shadow King called my mother a fool. If you don't know anything, just stay quietly in Avalon."

This evaluation...

Imrick secretly gave a thumbs up. It's true that being senior is awesome. He deserves to be able to point at the Eternal Queen and call her a fool.

In order to show his majesty and refute the paradox that the greater the power, the more humble he is in front of the queen, Imrick coughed twice and signaled Cosir to start reading the title.

Kosir, who understood the interest between the couple, could only sigh in his heart and do as he was told. It is said that the Dragon Prince is like a child, but he didn't expect it to be more obvious after becoming the Phoenix King.

"His Majesty the 11th Phoenix King..."

After saying only the first title, Alarielle waved her hand to signal Cossier to stop: "Captain Cossier, I believe that remembering the title of the Phoenix King, which is longer than the menu, has made you very tired. If you have to recite it every time you meet someone, where is the tradition of the White Lion Guard."

Okay, if you don't let Cossier recite it, I'll let Masno recite it.

Masno, who was offered up, sighed with his eyebrows down, just like coaxing a child.

"Your husband Imrik."

The concise and easy-to-understand words made the two majesties no longer interested, thinking that Masno was a topic terminator.

Alarielle shook her head and smiled, "Sir Masno, people always say that you are very humorous. It's true when I see you again today."

"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty... But I came to Avalon this time to ask for something."

Ask Avalon for help? Alarielle was a little puzzled. Although Avalon had restored its militia combat readiness after the Battle of Finnuval Plains, the only ones that could actually show off were the Avalon sisters and an archer corps.

The reason why there was still an archer corps that was worthy of attention was that they were dragged to the Badlands to participate in the expedition war. More than 20 years of high-intensity fighting made every Avalon boy hone his archery skills to a very high level, and they could accurately hit the eye sockets of the goblin archers.

And who is Masno? In name, it is Eltharion who is in charge of the military affairs of the Phoenix Court, but everyone tacitly assumes that this is the result of His Majesty's desire to demonstrate friendship with the East and the outstanding military exploits of the Watchers.

The person who can actually lead the Caledor army is still the champion warrior.

"It doesn't matter if you say it, as long as Avalon can do it."

After thinking for a long time, Masno said slowly: "We hope that you will come to Tar Naseen and protect the warriors who resist the Chaos believers in the far north with the light of the Mother Goddess."

"We rarely come into contact with the Chaos Wasteland. The area near the original Nagarond can still maintain stability, but in the Time Watchtower of Gorond...some bad things happened."

"Chaos Corrosion?" Alarielle looked solemn. Being too close to the Chaos Wasteland will indeed affect the health of the elves. Unlike the naturally high resistance of the dwarves, the elves are a sensitive race. If the Dark Gods catch their weaknesses, they will soon fall.

"Yes, Chaos Corrosion." Masno nodded with difficulty, "But this is not the most important thing. We can still rely on the help provided by the Lizardmen to resist Chaos Corrosion, but being far away in the cold north and the crazy attacks of Chaos believers put some pressure on the warriors."

The champion warrior looked at the Phoenix King, and both could only sigh helplessly. The Northern Army is the longest-fighting force in the entire Caledor, and its core members are all veterans of the Snake and Rat Crusade.

This means that for a hundred years, they have not even rested, and now they are transferred to the cold wasteland. If there is no spiritual sustenance, it is easy to cause mental risks.

Alarielle understood Masno's idea. The Phoenix King could give the warriors strong determination and faith, but everyone has a soft side...

After thinking for a long time, she said to Imrick without any hesitation, "Let's go together."

"Yes, okay."