Chapter 1349 No Post-War

The war will not end. There is no so-called post-war. Every gap is just the prelude to the next fight. Mortals can only take the time to rest in the world and make the final preparations for the impending doom...

The final preparation for death.

After the emperor made it clear that he knew the declaration of war from Ulthuan, he was unusually silent about the experience of his neighbor next door. If it were in the past, Karl would immediately convene the Council of Electors to unite the power of the Empire and curb the rapid growth of the elves in the Old World.

But the real opponent is always the one who knows you best. Karl does not want to regard the elves as opponents. Before he figured out what kind of behemoth Ulthuan would become after the unification of the elves, he thought it was a good choice to watch for the time being.

Thorgrin's view is very simple. While he is settling the people of Karak Dreadnought, Pointy Ears will deal with the mess in Bretonnia, and then the dwarves and elves will unite again to destroy the Skaven Magic City.

Uberrick, a remote town in Rickland, welcomed several big figures at this time.

Imrick held the tea and said nothing about what happened in Karak Dreadnought. Except for a few more scars on his body and the serious damage to Caledor's armor when he walked out of the tunnel, the Phoenix King was as comfortable as ever.

When Karl mentioned the matter about Ulthuan, the Phoenix King pretended to be surprised and almost couldn't hold the tea.

"Declared war? That's really rare, but I'm not the Dragon Prince. Now Caledor is ruled by my descendants and the Council of Nobles. The Phoenix King must respect the sovereignty of each kingdom and will not interfere too much in some sensitive matters."

Karl Franz was observing the Phoenix King's demeanor. The elf had no intention of discussing it in detail, as if this matter was not important to him.

"Can I assume that you are not involved in this matter?"

"No, I just learned about the relevant resolution. The Dragon Court and the Caledor Noble Council did not inform me of the relevant matters."

Imrick, who lied with his eyes open, knew that Carl just wanted to get a signal. Was this an invasion of a human kingdom by the elven monarch, or an entanglement between an elven force and a human kingdom? If it was the former, the empire, which considered itself the overlord of the old world, would not sit idly by and watch the regime of its neighbor collapse.

Although the Holy Grail grandfather was annoying, he was at least a human being and a member of the order side.

Carl stroked his chin and began to ponder what kind of attitude he should show here to show the prestige of the emperor.

Although the battle of the Dreadnought Castle caused the dwarves to be displaced, the courage and responsibility shown by the empire still won the recognition of the elves and dwarves, and the Supreme King also praised Carl's wisdom and honor.

Winning the recognition of the dwarves is very important to the emperor.

He also considered how to keep the dwarves in Karak Dreadnought…

"Your Majesty Thorgrin, how do you plan to resettle the residents of Karak Dreadnought?"

"There are enough in Eternal Peak..."

"I have an idea, Thorgrin."

Imric suddenly interrupted. He couldn't just sit there and watch the emperor take away the dwarves. Where would he find 100,000 dwarves?

"Speak." Thorgrin was obviously more familiar with Imric, which made Carl a little uncomfortable.

"My former flag bearer... Edgar, proposed a plan for the Skaven Demon City in the Caledor Noble Council. We all know that it is impossible to completely destroy the evil city buried deep underground for thousands of years through normal means. Carl should have a say in this. How long did it take Rickland to destroy the Altdorf Underground City?"

When mentioning the city hidden under the palace, Carl's face changed: "Twenty years, Rickland spent twenty years to completely destroy the Altdorf Underground City... But we still think that rats are hiding in dark corners."

"Yes, the Altdorf Underground City is not large in scale..."

"Let's get to the point. I understand Skaven better than anyone." Thorgrin looked impatient. He was tired of the elves' temptations. A lot of troubles were waiting for the High King, but Imrik still had time to talk nonsense.

"We are considering digging a giant canal to connect the ocean and the Skaven, so that the seawater can flow back into the ground and solve all problems at once."

The pollution problem does not need to be compared with the trouble caused by the Skaven. Imrick also agrees with this idea. The power of nature has been fully demonstrated in Karak Dreadnought. Rats are good at digging holes, but elves are good at making waves.

"This is a bold plan... You want the dwarves of Dreadnought to become the construction workers of this canal."

"This requires taking a little risk..."

"Okay, I agree."

As Imrick expected, Thorgrin agreed very quickly without asking for specific details, as if throwing a hot potato and couldn't wait to solve it.

Seeing the elves were a little surprised, Thorgrim rubbed his temples with his big hands and sighed: "At least half of the dwarves of Fearless Castle are ready to go to Kadrin... Let them fight with the rats in vain, why not try your bold idea.

What else do you need the dwarves to do? I'll listen to you this time."

"Belegar, he is an expert in digging holes, maybe you should consider letting him come back from Highland Castle to contribute to the cause of rat extermination."

Carl, who couldn't get a word in, felt that the elves and dwarves in the heated discussion were more and more strange. At the summit, Imrik and Thorgrim would debate over some small issues, and their words were so excited that they seemed to be fighting.

But it seems that after having a common goal, the monarchs of two different races can put aside all prejudices and achieve effective cooperation in the fastest way.

Out of politeness, Karl was not going to get involved in this weird conversation, but someone would always notice him.

"Emperor Franz, what do you think about this?"

Edila might want to see a joke, or she might really want to help Karl. The sharp-minded princess had noticed the emperor's embarrassment. Originally, this was a post-war conversation between monarchs, but because of the familiarity between the elves and dwarves, it became a two-way cooperation agreement.

"The Empire supports this. The threat of the Skaven is imminent and cannot be ignored. But if the focus is on the Withered Swamp, all the issues determined by the summit will be shelved in the short term..."

"There is no need to rush the expedition to Norsca, but the Skaven must be dealt with..." Edila responded on behalf of him and made a seemingly strange request.

"Compared to these things, as Prince Terenlock, I have sent an invitation to the Emperor of the Empire on behalf of the Lord of Caledor. Prince Draknir sincerely invites you to go to Tal Kaled, before the fleet sets off..."

"How come I don't know about this?" Imrick stopped his heated discussion with Thorgrin and turned to ask his wife, are you guys secretly doing something behind my back and don't recognize me as the Phoenix King?

"You can continue to discuss with the High King how to eliminate the ratmen, and don't have to spend so much time on diplomatic affairs." Atila rolled her eyes, her tone full of disgust. When it comes to killing ratmen, you are more anxious than anyone else, and no one wants to pay attention to you.

"Now?" Carl asked doubtfully. Even if the post-war affairs were handed over to Kurt, it would take at least several months to reach Ulthuan from Altdorf.

Atila nodded solemnly: "As you can see, the world is facing many challenges. The war between Caledor and Bretonnia is not due to some boring personal grudges... Draknir believes that the Empire's capabilities in the future will far exceed the expectations of the War Council. Caledor is eager to deepen cooperation with the Empire, which has nothing to do with the matters discussed at the summit.

I will arrange for the best wizards to prepare military-grade teleportation spells to ensure that you can meet Prince Caledor immediately. As for security issues... Imrick!"

"Well, you really know how to make trouble for me..." Imrick reluctantly took out a bunch of things that looked like the seal of the Phoenix King and threw them to his wife: "Karl, I am an old friend... Of course, this is all nonsense. I will fully guarantee your safety. During your stay in Ulthuan, any threat to you is a provocation to me and my family."

Karl first looked at the High King. After getting Thorgrin's nod, he smiled. This was a good piece of steel for forging iron. He was worried that he could not figure out the strength of the elves.

The emperor smiled and agreed to the invitation.

"It seems I can't refuse." (End of this chapter)