Chapter 1150 Nord Territory

"Shall I go to Cathay?"

Tyrion had a strange look on his face. He knew that what he was best at was using the Sun Sword to blow off the head of the person he was communicating with, rather than sitting at the negotiation table and having aimless exchanges.

Teclis, who traveled with him, also had an astonishing tone in his usual diplomatic attitude, and his sarcastic habits were by no means inferior to those of the Phoenix King.

"Of course, besides you, who else can take on this important role? Eltharion needs to manage the War Council and Yerys, and Draknir is still dealing with the troubles in Nehekhara. I can't let Arao go. Bar?"

"Arao still needs some time to get used to it...forget it, I'll go." Tyrion waved his hand, thinking that's it.

"I need a pardon, otherwise the Dragon Emperor will just find a random dragon to send him away."

Imric smiled and took out the pardon he had already written. The general content was that Tyrion would represent the Phoenix King and have full authority to negotiate with the Cathay Empire.

An insult to him is disrespectful to the Elf Empire...

Of course, Imric believed that if Tyrion was humiliated, he might not mind using the Sun Sword to regain the situation, rather than the usual useless diplomatic nonsense.

With the Sun Sword and Dragon Armor in hand, and a body reshaped by the sacred fire of Asuryan, there are not many mortals who can defeat the blood descendants of Aenarion.

"Well, my honor... Although I really want to call you War Lord, now you can only be called the Phoenix King's envoy.

I wish you a good experience on your journey. "

Tyrion nodded slightly, no matter what trouble he was in, as long as he saw someone he was unhappy with, just cut it and that would be it.

"Speaking of which, you must be someone who can't sit still. What are you going to do after their wedding is over?"

"My word..." Imrik narrowed his eyes. He wanted to find out the clues of the Great Holy War period and whether the dead dog Be'lak had disappeared.

"Going for a stroll in the empire, a Chaos invasion is about to begin. I have the obligation to help the worried boys on behalf of Magnus."

"I don't believe that your mind can be so pure."

"Or maybe I'm going to the empire to see the scenery..."

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Half a year later, a request for help from Nordland made Imrik look back at Ushabit.

While the war in the desert continues, some valuable items have been transferred to Ulthuan, the most valuable of which is a well-preserved great bow with a dog's head.

"Send it to the Dragon Palace and let the court mage study how the structure works."

After finishing his review of the toys, Imric turned around and looked at the anxious human envoy.

"Tell me why you're here."

The envoy bowed to show respect to the Phoenix King, his tone serious and urgent.

"Your Majesty, Nordland has been invaded by a large-scale Norscan barbarian... The elector of Middenland is busy dealing with the beastmen in Duncanwald Forest, and the Southern Territory is also exhausted against the greenskins in the Gray Mountains.

His Majesty the Emperor hopes that you can dispatch the legions stationed in the Laurentian Forest to support the Nordland in resisting the invasion of Norscan barbarians. "

"His Majesty the Emperor..." Imrik pondered for a while, and mentioned that there was some surprise in the election of the Emperor of the Empire. It was never the turn of the Rick Territory, but Dieter IV of the Stir Territory.

This very famous emperor made an astonishing move. He took bribes when Westland voted to secede from the empire, so that Marienburg, the most important trading city in the empire, was removed from the scope of the Electors' Conference.

"Speaking of which, I heard some rumors that the West Territory intends to become independent from the Empire in a legal way... Is this really true?"

"Absurd, there has never been a Westland. Nordland has been the lord of Marienburg since ancient times..."

Under the Phoenix King's increasingly unkind gaze, the special envoy swallowed.

"The Merchant Council is trying to secede from the Empire, but you can rest assured that under the rule of the Emperor blessed by Sigmar, no one can divide the Empire."

"Really... But I also heard that your Emperor Dieter IV seems not very smart. Because Stiirland is very poor, he always likes to use his status to make some extra money." Imrik took the hand from the maid. A report was passed, which clearly stated how much gold the emperor had used his power for personal gain in bilateral trade.

After handing the report to the special envoy, cold sweat broke out on the human's forehead. Dieter IV not only took advantage of some small gains, but also made a fortune from Caledo's spice, medicine, and sugar industries. The amount was terrifyingly large. , comparable to what Steele collected in taxes for several years.

"Does the empire have specific laws to punish His Majesty the Divine Blessing Emperor?"

"No...only the Elector Council and the two church leaders can advise His Majesty the Emperor..."

"So I, an elf, still have to use elf methods to deal with embezzled money?"

The special envoy became more and more nervous and had somewhat forgotten his original purpose.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the empire will give you an explanation."

"Nordland... Speaking of which, your financial situation is not very good, right?"

"Yes, although the trade in the Sea of ​​Claws has increased the wealth of Nordland, the defense of the Norscans has prevented us from doing our best to carry out trade."

"Very good, after recovering this debt, I will remit it to Nordland in the form of military assistance...

But the condition is that you must support the Elector of Reikland in the Elector Council. "

When the envoy wanted to discuss, Imric had already waved his hand to tell him to go away, "This is an order, not a request. If you want both military assistance from the elves and financial support, you cannot easily give it a ticket." Out?"

The envoy got out, and the royal court returned to peace.

Only Imrick was left with a flickering look, as if thinking about something.

"Creon, how many troops can be mobilized in the Dragon Court now?"

The captain of the Flame Knights said the real-time situation without hesitation, "There are 300 fully armed dragon princes and 9,000 professional soldiers who can fight at any time in the local area."

"Pull some out from Kaled, I need to go to the Empire."

Creon was stunned. The request for help from Nordland was for Oliveira. It was just a small-scale Chaos invasion, and it was not worth it for the Phoenix King to go there in person.

"Your Majesty, if you are afraid of the barbarian invasion, I can go there in person."

"Yes, so you go with me, and let Atila come to preside over the affairs of the royal court."

Atila was furious when she heard the news. After Draknir left, she had been overwhelmed by the affairs of the two countries. Agthel, who was in charge of the Dragon Court, was a bad guy. His favorite thing to do every day was to invite a group of dragon princes to go hunting in the Anuli Mountains.

There are already many political affairs, and now there is a Phoenix Royal Court. Do you think I am a political affairs processor?

But when the princess came to Lothern in anger according to the Phoenix King's edict, she only saw a ship sailing to the old world. (End of this chapter)