Chapter 1213 Prelude to the Summit

The War Lord waited for a while, during which he felt a little speechless as he looked at the dragon medals, oil paintings, signs... and small dragon sculptures placed orderly throughout the room in Imrik's office.

Except for the golden coat of arms of a blazing phoenix hanging behind the desk, this is completely the style of Prince Caledor.

North pushed the door open, nodded and said to Eltharion: "War Lord, Your Majesty has returned to Lothern, please wait a moment."

"Um."

Elsarion nodded slightly and waited for only fifteen minutes before the office door was pushed open.

Imric was smiling, leaning lazily on the chair behind his desk, with some plant debris between the ends of his hair.

Knowing that His Majesty was going home to amuse his grandson, Elsarion did not ask what he was doing. He just took out the record board and prepared to report on the recent situation.

But Imrik did wave his hand, signaling the war lord to take it easy.

His Majesty leaned forward, with a mysterious look in his eyes: "Elsharion, do you know why I am so happy?"

The War Lord, who was taking out the record board, frowned, thinking that the Phoenix King would not say anything good.

The silent watcher did not break the dragon lord's elegance. Imric waved his hands and raised three fingers: "My grandson Menil turned three years old five days ago."

"Congratulations." Eltharion said with a smile. If you continue this dramatic style, I will consider resigning as War Lord and return to Yris to work hard.

The Watcher put the record board on his desk, and despite the Phoenix King's nagging about his grandson's cuteness, he interrupted forcefully: "Regarding the many invitations from the Sigma Empire, I have made it clear that the War Council is only responsible for Ulthuan's affairs. Military duties, unrelated to the theme of the summit... I suggest that Draknir attend so that you can spend more time with Menir.”

Imric was momentarily stunned by embarrassment and was forced to stop nagging about his love for his grandson.

The invitation from the empire was on the desk three years ago, but considering the circumstances at the time, it was delayed for half a year.

But the Phoenix King considered that if he left, someone younger might be eyeing his grandson, so he politely told the empire to wait for a while.

After waiting like this for several years, Emperor Karl Franz had vaguely given up on the idea of ​​inviting the Phoenix King, and instead focused on Ulthuan's second-in-command, War Lord Eltharion.

However, Eltharion had very little connection with the old world, and even if he agreed to attend, it would be difficult to achieve satisfactory results, so Imrik politely said that it would be better to wait.

This wait lasted for three years.

To the elves, three years is just a short period of life, but to humans, these three years have turned Karl Franz into an emperor with some reputation.

The situation shifted, and what began as a search for support and political resources turned into Karl Franz's desire to declare to the world the strength of the Empire...and his authority as Emperor.

Of course, Kadachi was always a very wise emperor, and he was not crazy enough to use other forces as a stepping stone to reach the peak of his reputation.

He vaguely revealed an idea to use humans as a buffer zone to establish a holy alliance on the order side like a great holy war.

The union of humans, dwarves, and elves will bring unprecedented stability to the world, and which monarch can make the decision on behalf of humans?

The elves provide magic, the dwarves provide technology, and humans provide resources and labor to build a joint military fortress... As for the location of this fortress, it is very intriguing.

The city destroyed by the twin-tailed comet - Mordheim.

Imrik paused, thinking that it might not be possible to delay the meeting, and that this meeting was very necessary.

The elves can defend the New World and Ulthuan, but the old world does require the efforts of humans and dwarves. How to allow these short-lived ghosts to exert their full strength in the near future is worthy of consideration.

"Where's the entourage? What suggestions do you have."

Eltharion opened the record board, and the first page was about his thoughts on personnel: "If you attend, you can solve most problems... Caledon doesn't need to think too much about many aspects. The Dragon Palace has enough manpower and influence in the empire.

The countries of Ulthuan have little connection with the old world. Only Charis has some connection with the Northern Territory of the Empire because of his actions of capturing beasts... I suggest that you let Marist and Araloth attend this summit together. Ren Loren and Athel Loren need to consider how to find their place in the Old World. "

"Aenir and Aslay..."

"If you don't mind, you can also consider Loxia. In recent years, Bretonnia's navy has surrounded the port of Cologne and done many stupid things to Ulthuan's merchant ships.

Although there is no clear intention to attack, it is obvious that the knights do not like the elves sending goods to Marienburg. Appropriate pressure can make the negotiations progress more smoothly. "

"Hmm...not a bad idea, but Teclis needs to be added."

"Teclis..." Eltharion murmured. Although he didn't know why the Supreme Mage agreed to attend, since the Phoenix King said it himself, he probably had some important plans.

A list of important personnel soon came to the hands of relevant people as it was issued by the royal court.

Roxia, who was thinking about how to transform the Divine Blessing of Evil into an ark on the sea, smiled on the metal octopus' face after hearing the report from her subordinates.

He personally inspected Assanil's Ark flagship and thought it was the kingdom of Marselan sailing on the ocean... But such an artifact was actually owned by a dragon prince who was not good at naval combat.

Assanil's naval command level looked like a bull to Luxia. In addition to smashing his opponents into pieces with cannons, he could only ride on the face of a giant dragon.

Contempt is nothing but contempt, but envy is also real. Now the opportunity to reverse destiny has come, and the Phoenix King must be allowed to agree to transform the Divine Blessing of the Evil Party from a backward Black Ark into an advanced flagship of the Elf Empire.

"Get ready! Gather the best swordsmen, we will make the monkeys of the old world understand what is the way of killing and plundering!"

On the other side of the world, Araloth in the forest of Athel Loren is remembering the departure of the two monarchs, and the brave men under the oak trees of the times are singing ancient songs...

"Araros, the Phoenix King requires you to attend the summit hosted by the Empire."

"reason."

"There is no explanation in the document."

Araloth sighed inwardly. In one sentence, without any explanation, Athel Loren needed to go all out. This is Aslay's situation today...a freedom forced to surrender under the authority of the monarch.

"What's your answer?"

Alalos lowered his head and said in a very low tone: "Do you think I have the right to refuse?" (End of Chapter)