Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 1082 The little queen looking for fun

"Congratulations, Draconir."

The gift box handed over by Davian made Draconir's smiling face look more solemn.

It is a well-known fact throughout Ulthuan that some dragon princes have mental problems, and among them, the abstract group headed by Davian has won the awe of many people.

Especially after Draknir learned about the head of the Scourge of Hell given by Davian when he was born, he was in awe of it.

If you give someone a head at birth, what can you give as a gift when you get married?

Thinking of the recent actions of Davian's army in Tyrell, Drachnir had a bad feeling. Could it be that...

Is it the head of a member of the Thirteen Skaven Council?

With anticipation and anxiety, the prince slowly opened the gift box, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't a ratman's head, but this red-yellow gem, which was obviously not a mortal thing, still aroused Draconir's interest.

"What's this?"

Davian waved his hand and walked to the table to pour a glass of wine without any need for servants.

"It's nothing. Didn't the Grand Prince of Miraliangueno want to negotiate peacefully some time ago, so I went there in person, but the final result was not very satisfactory.

When I walked to the city gate, I felt something was not right, so I returned to the main human city again with the idea that I had come. "

"so?"

"I think you are getting married soon, and I don't have anything special on hand. I have been digging in the Dragon Bone Wasteland for several years, and everything has been turned over to the treasury.

I saw some good gems in the Mirmedia Temple, so I took one back. "

Using the gems from the temple of the gods as gifts...is he really worthy of being an abstract dragon prince?

Although there were many gems in Drachnir's hands that were as big as a child's fist, he still accepted this thoughtful gift and was looking for an opportunity to send it back to the Mirmedia Temple.

Returning gods to gods, and returning mortals to mortals, this is Caledor's consistent strategy. Fighting a war does not mean turning against the human goddess of war.

Seeing Davian's gift, Imric complained, "I knew he would not give anything serious, unlike me who prepared a lot for my child's wedding."

Such words caused silence from everyone present. What has Imric prepared?

A sword that was supposed to be inherited by Drachnir, but with a careless eye, all the things that the Dragon Prince should have were transferred to his son.

But only the dragon horn does not exist.

Everyone looked at him with contempt. If you really want to give it up, why don't you give the dragon horn to your son? He will inherit it sooner or later anyway.

Seeing everyone's strange looks, Imrik was a little puzzled. Could it be that the sword that had been passed down for thousands of years could not express his blessings for his child's marriage and his preparations to come to Boda?

After groping for a long time, the dragon horn cannot be given. It is an important symbol of the head of the family and can only be inherited by the children after death.

Then just give it a Phoenix Crown, since it's of no use holding it anyway.

Taking out the Phoenix Crown, Imric emphasized, "According to the laws of Ulthuan, the ownership of lost things belongs to the person who finds them. Since I found the Phoenix Crown, it means..."

"Father." Drachnir said with a heavy tone, which made Imrik stunned. Don't you want to be the Phoenix King?

"I'm still young and don't want to lie down on the throne and wait to die."

Imric put the Phoenix Crown away in anger, and cursed, "You brat, how dare you make fun of me."

Adira was a little helpless. Although she looked at the child with eyes filled with joy, she was also vaguely worried about how Dracnir would turn into his father in the future.

Taking the Phoenix Crown as a gift, is this what an elf can say?

"Okay, okay, you two should stop joking, Alisala is here."

Hearing the arrival of the little queen, Davian glanced at Imrik, thinking how confusing this relationship was.

Assuming that Drachnir is crowned Phoenix King again according to the path paved by Imrik, then he must give birth to a daughter with the Eternal Queen.

But who will be the next Eternal Queen? Alishara, the daughter of Imrik and Alarielle, and who is Drachnir? The son of Imrik and Adira.

At that time, Caledor said that one of the important reasons why Malekith could not be crowned Phoenix King was that the Eternal Queen at that time was the daughter of Aenarion. Now the situation is reversed. Sure enough, the fatalism of elves' reincarnation is reasonable. .

When the little queen entered the hall, everyone present looked at her with admiration. This admiration came from her beautiful appearance, which was almost the same as her mother, and also from her noble status.

The daughter of the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen, and unexpectedly the child of love.

Alishara, who came to her father, first greeted Imrik with court etiquette, "Your Majesty."

Then she wanted to greet Prince Caledor. After all, she was blessing the marriage on behalf of the mother goddess Elsa.

However, Imric waved his hand and motioned for her to come over and sit down, and said in a nagging tone, "Here, you don't have to follow that rhetoric. It's all because Alarielle is too anxious. If it's later, you should be anywhere." Call me father."

Due to various relationships, even if everyone knew that Alishara was Imrik's daughter, they could not clearly name Fenuba after all, and could only call her by his previous name.

"Father." Alyssa narrowed her little eyes and enjoyed her father's head-touching action.

The little queen looked around her brother with curiosity, but did not find the person she was looking forward to. "Brother, where is my sister-in-law?"

Apparently Alishara is also very curious about Gladys, whom she has only met once in childhood. How charming is she to be able to hang on to a Caledor blood descendant who is only obsessed with dragons?

Draconir's smile was a little silly, with no hint of a prince at all, just like a husband waiting for his wife to enter.

"She is still in the room, probably talking to her sister about something."

Although he really wanted to interfere with the bride's part, this family was not easy to mess with, especially Imrik. If anyone dared to make any noise at the wedding, he might end up moving rocks in the mine for three years.

But there are always people who want to have some fun, like the abstract Davian.

Davian rolled his eyes and gave Alisa a bad idea, "Little queen, we are a bunch of rough barbarians who are embarrassed to inquire about Gladys's situation, but we are still very curious about the mistress of the palace's thoughts on the Dragon Prince. what idea.

It’s better to…”

This is just an excuse. In fact, Imric and everyone else are very curious about Gladys's current situation. After all, this is the first time that she has married into the dragon's court as a commoner.

Adila looked embarrassed, "This is not good."

But having said that, the female prince was already pushing the little queen's back, indicating that she should go to find out the information quickly.

Although there is not much difference in age, there is a generation difference after all. In this situation, we should stay young.

"Father?" Although Alisara was a little moved, she still asked the Phoenix King what he thought.

Imrik is also very honest and cannot make trouble, but that doesn't mean he can't make trouble.

The Phoenix King touched his ears and looked at the towering palace ceiling and said, "Huh? I can't remember what Davian said just now." (End of Chapter)