Chapter 1097: Survival Dilemma

Bretonnia, Principality of Lyonness...

Loccia seemed to be able to smell the salty and humid sea breeze, and her skin was refreshed.

Lord Kraken walked out of the hall and was invited by the royal blacksmith, even though this made Priest Val very unhappy...

Two blades exactly like the scarlet double swords were wrapped in a wooden box and delivered by the blind priest himself.

"Your inferior weapons were lost in the naval battle. This is a reward from His Majesty."

The scarlet double swords, the weapons obtained by Loksia from killing a tiger in India, are naturally extraordinary in power, but the more important significance is that they symbolize that Lord Kraken has conquered the land where the gods are entrenched.

Loksia drew out the double swords with admiration in his eyes. The craftsmanship of Priest Val naturally needs no further explanation, and these two weapons, which were forged by His Majesty the Phoenix King himself and had been prepared long ago, are even more extraordinary.

Druzy's scarlet eyes passed over Priest Val's throat, which was not covered with armor, and he seemed to be pointing at something.

"They probably haven't seen blood yet."

"You can try." Val was fearless. After delivering the things, he turned around and left. If Loxia dared to continue the tradition of Druzy and use the blacksmith's life to sharpen the blade, no matter how valuable he was, he would never be able to leave the royal court.

Loxia looked at the departing priest sarcastically, holding the two knives in front of him. He could see a pair of sarcastic eyes facing him from the unusually smooth steel surface.

"Weakness, eloquence, lies... This is not the fate of a man on the sea, even if this freedom will be at the cost of another freedom."

After leaving the showroom, Loxia met an unexpected person-Kulan Blackhand.

Kuran leaned against the wall by the door with his arms crossed, staring coldly at Loxia who had just walked out of the royal hall, "I mistakenly thought you would hold on for a long time, Loxia."

"Better than you, surrendered to Imrik after Malekith died."

Without waiting for Kuran's explanation, Loxia added, "You surrendered to Imrik under Malekith's order. Your loyalty is really respectable, Kuran."

Kuran, who was criticized by many people, did not react to Loxia's sarcasm, "There are only two of us here."

"No, there has never been anyone in the Phoenix Royal Court, only pairs of eyes waiting for people to reveal flaws."

The captain of the black guard knew that Loxia didn't want to say more, so he stopped the interest in communication and took out a warrant.

Loxia took the warrant and was very amused after reading all the contents.

"Aren't you worried that the madman Aris will use this as an excuse? If it weren't for Imrik's order, he would definitely kill all the Druzy in Nagarys."

"He doesn't have the ability. The reason why Nagarys can be called a country is not because of a group of elves called Asur, who are actually Druzy.

But there are still hundreds of thousands of Druzy in this wasteland."

An elite army, this is the main content of the order. All members are composed of former Nagarond soldiers who obey Kuran Blackhand. Most of them have fought for a hundred years with the captain of the Witch King's Guard.

For a Druzy, being able to fight for a hundred years without dying is a symbol of strength.

"You know what I said to Imrik." Loxia was very sure, but also a little confused. The Phoenix King should not trust a Druzy.

Kuran shook his head slowly, "You and I both know that the value of Druzil to Imrik is nothing more than a group of black dogs doing dirty work."

"So you think..." Loccia hinted that betrayal exists deep in the soul of every Druzil. Kuran still holds such a powerful legion in his hands and can hand it over to him.

Lord Kraken believes that this is by no means all the troops in Kuran's hands. Perhaps in a corner of Nagaros, a powerful legion is waiting for the summons of the Witch King's Dirge.

Kuran still shook his head and did not answer the question directly, "We have no chance of success at the moment, but Nagaros needs resources, at least resources that can keep Druzil alive."

Loccia nodded, vaguely understanding Kuran's thoughts. Druzil will temporarily be loyal to the Phoenix King, accumulate strength while handling dirty work for him, and be willing to show submission to Imrik who defeated the Witch King.

But if one day, Imrik's successor is not qualified to suppress the three spirits, Druzil will exercise the power he should have.

This order of dispatching the legion was a way for Kulan to express his submission to Imrik. While making up for the excessive loss of troops by the Blessed Evil Party in the war, it also allowed them to leave the chaotic Nagareth and ensure that Druzy had an army that could resist.

"You have grasped his mind. You will not kill Druzy, but you will not let us live too comfortably."

Kulan remained silent, loosened his arms and chose to leave, and Locsia did the same, walking quickly towards the teleportation area in the Phoenix Court.

In the hall where Lord Kraken had just left, Imrik was quietly listening to the advice of Tyrion and Phyllis.

Tyrion spread out his right hand, very puzzled, "I can understand your attitude towards Druzil. After all, the elven monarch must bridge the long-standing division, but letting Locsia return to the ocean is undoubtedly a huge hidden danger.

Whether it is for the Phoenix Court or the entire elven race."

Although Phyllis's words were brief, they also revealed her dissatisfaction with the matter, "He is a Druzil."

Imric sighed, "Your words make sense, but they are not practical for the current Phoenix Court."

His Majesty the Phoenix King responded to Tyrion first, "Tyrion, you have also seen the rapid development of Ulthuan now. Every destroyed town is being rebuilt, the old temples covered in dust have been repaired, and there are endless ships coming and going in the port...

But reconstruction requires a lot of funds. Where do you think these funds come from?"

Tyrion's lips moved slightly a few times. He knew that Imrik and Atila called the ministers of the royal court, but in fact, they were not wrong. A large amount of reconstruction funds came from Caledor and Terenlock. The two countries devoted all their resources to transfuse blood to the entire Ulthuan.

"Caldor and Terenlock."

"Yes." Imrick nodded and pointed out a key issue, "But gold has never been the basis for measuring a country's financial strength. I have a huge gold reserve in Lustria. In terms of wealth alone, I can support the entire Ulthuan with Caldor alone.

But gold cannot grow wheat or raise livestock. Now the Druzi in Ulthuan need food to feed, the human laborers building the town need food, the ships sailing on the ocean need food as supplies, and the agreement with the National Defense Army also needs to provide food, and there are also badlands and northern wastes...

But Caldor and Terenlock have never been food. The Inner Ring Kingdoms are already a bit tight in terms of the food they grow to feed the entire Ulthuan. The special environment of Lustria does not allow large-scale logging, and there are hidden dangers in growing food in the frozen soil of Naggaroth near the Chaos Wasteland. "

"Loccia will look for resources to feed Nagarythe, and Davion... My thoughts on Tyrell have never been stupid revenge. Humans have what we urgently need - land for planting. "

Tyrion was silent for a long time. As a general, he would not ask where the food came from, but only whether his soldiers could have enough food, and this was the biggest difference between him and the Phoenix King.

The descendant of Aenarion sighed in relief, "I have a request."

"Speak."

"I should atone my sins in the middle of the battlefield, not stay in the Phoenix Court as a mascot. The division of the elves is not unrelated to Aenarion...

What Malekith did wrong will be made up by the Merion family."

For several years, Tyrion's good image in the Phoenix Court towards the nobles has made people gradually forget his past as the incarnation of Cain. Under the control of public opinion, most people think that it was a mistake from the bloodline, not a subjective choice of Tyrion.

Removing the position of war lord is already a punishment.

Imric nodded slowly, "I respect this decision, Tyrion, go talk to your brother, I believe his wisdom can give you some inspiration." (End of this chapter)