Chapter 1119 Honorable Retirement

The two majesties who did not act in accordance with the etiquette officials gave the Avalon Council a headache. They spent a lot of time preparing a show that the Phoenix King liked. After hearing that Elion held a small competition, they also wanted to hold a similar one. of.

I specially invited the Sword Master of Saffrehos and the Shadow Walker of Nagaryth to make sure that the Phoenix King has a good impression of the sacred land favored by the Mother Goddess.

However, after hearing that their majesties went to the north to condolences the troops, there were some disputes in the parliament, mainly about whether the queen was safe.

But with the appearance of Minas Nir, this problem seemed to disappear immediately. Anyone who saw the mountain-like dragon would feel terrified.

There are not many people accompanying him, just the two majesties and their personal maids, the champion warrior Masno...

and Jones, who was forcibly assigned to the Union Army.

Sensing the flow of teleportation information coming from the north, Minas Nir spread his wings to cover the sky, unscrupulously absorbing the rich magical wind of Avalon.

If an ancient dragon wants to move quickly through the teleportation array, the magic wind it needs to prepare is probably no less than an army. When the guide stone whines to give a warning and thick dark clouds float in the sky, it has already become proficient in magic. The extremely overwhelmed Queen raised her head and shouted to Minas Nir.

"Can you reduce some of the burden on the approach stones? Rebuilding will take a lot of time."

Minasnir raised his head and snorted rather proudly.

"I'm not a means of transportation for you two, so I can cast spells however I want."

Her Majesty, who was speechless, placed her hope on the Phoenix King. Apart from him, no one could control Minas Nir.

But Imrik just kept telling Minas Nir to hurry up, but why did his spellcasting speed slow down after sleeping for several years?

"Hurry up, do you want to see the children of Caledor turn into a bunch of mentally ill losers?"

"Shut up, you nagging brat, you are still so noisy after becoming the Phoenix King."

"I really hope you can sleep less. Isn't four thousand years of sleep enough?"

The nagging and insulting elf dragons made Alarielle a little helpless. She thought more than once that if Imric was asked to evaluate what he was willing to die for, he would not hesitate at all.

There are only two answers, Caledor and Minas Nir.

The queen, who had little contact with Minas Nir, did not know how to intervene in the communication between the elf dragons, but the violent magical winds in the sky were still gathering, and she could even vaguely sense that the large whirlpool in the distance was becoming tilted.

Phyllis walked up to the Queen and whispered in the strong wind, "Your Majesty, let me try."

Knowing that Phyllis must have a way to deal with the elf dragon, Alarielle didn't think much about it.

"Well, let them stop."

Phyllis coughed a few times and shouted loudly, "Ingersoll has found a mate."

Um?

For a moment, the strong wind stopped, and Minasnir's towering head drooped. Imrik was also stunned by the news.

They both thought at the same time.

Who can take a liking to this ruffian dragon?

Seeing the strong wind stop, Phyllis hurriedly said, "But it was a nightingale crawling on his scales and snoring."

"Sure enough, he is unreliable. Let's just expel Caledo from his citizenship." Imrik complained, Nightingale and dragon? What kind of case could a Slaaneshite come up with?

"Reconsideration."

Minasnir said so, and prepared to have a good chat with Imric about this matter.

"You two, teleport quickly."

After being interrupted, Minasnil lost his interest in making trouble and pressed his palms to the ground, saying in a low voice,

"Get ready, let's go."

In the blink of an eye, when everyone opened their eyes, they had arrived at the cold city in the ice and snow from Avalon, which is like spring all year round.

There is no need to say any words of welcome. After seeing the two majesties arriving in person, all the soldiers expressed their most loyal blessings.

Tens of thousands of soldiers gathered in the streets of the city. They used the few decorations they had on hand to carefully cut them into the shape of flowers and sprinkle them on both sides of the road.

Imric was very moved by this, especially when he saw some familiar faces, he couldn't hold back his excitement. He forgot to walk side by side with the queen, walked into the crowd, and hugged an old man with one eye. Elf.

The veteran who was slapped on the back by His Majesty had one eye full of tears. He did not dare to touch the sacred Majesty with his rough hands and could only hug him stiffly.

Loosening his embrace of the veteran, Imric lamented his service time, but thought it was too long.

"Old Therio, before I met you, I sincerely thought that you had retired. I really didn't expect... This is good, very good, but not good."

"Your Majesty, it is my honor to fight for you. There is nothing wrong with it."

"You have fought for my father for nearly three hundred years, fought under my command for another hundred years, and now you are fighting for my children..." After taking a deep breath, Imrik emphasized.

"I am very grateful for your loyalty to the Dragon Tamer family, but loyalty is by no means the whole meaning of life. If you die here, it will be my honor and the Dragon Tamer family's honor, but it is not your honor.

You should return to your country to enjoy the respect of everyone, tell the children the legendary stories of the past, and inspire the hope of the kingdom as an elder. "

"Yes, you are right." The veteran said in a choked tone, obviously he did not expect that His Majesty would care so much about a junior officer.

Imric turned his head. After seeing the gray-haired veteran, he had forgotten the original intention of introducing the Northern Army to Alarielle, and only thought about how to make up for this vacancy.

"Masno, how many people in the Northern Army have served for more than three hundred years?"

The commander who was very familiar with his subordinates immediately gave the answer, "Six hundred and forty-two people."

"Very good, how many have served for four hundred years?"

"Three hundred and seventy-five people."

Imric nodded silently, raised the dragon horn symbolizing the identity of the Dragon Lord in the middle of the street, and announced to everyone.

"Imric, in the name of the Dragon Lord and the head of the Dragon Tamer family, declare that those who have served for more than four hundred years will be forced to retire. You will be respected by the Dragon Court and return to your hometown to tell your legendary life. Every son of Caledor will respect you.

Those who have served for more than three hundred years can apply to Masno if they want to retire on a voluntary basis. You should also experience the happiness of reuniting with your family.

Every generation of young people voluntarily dedicates themselves, but it does not mean that they still have to persevere when they are old. Caledor is now able to let children grow up healthily and let the elderly enjoy a peaceful life."

Most people firmly agreed with this. The soldiers who originally crowded the streets automatically separated an orderly space in the announcement and knelt down like a tide.

Imrick took back the dragon horn, but he was not prepared to let this artifact be used as a decoration here.

"Now, let those who meet the requirements come out, and we should congratulate them on their honorable retirement with respect."