Chapter 1231 Gift

The word 50,000 was enough to make everyone confused. They all questioned whether this was support or a plan to conquer Kislev.

Obviously, Carl and Thorgrim were not prepared to follow this line of thought. Imrik's intention was obvious. He was prepared to train troops in the name of an expedition without spending a lot of money and resources.

Around the issue of the number of people, all parties discussed... and dragged for a long time. They believed that the most reliable way to support the Phoenix Court was to send out dragons, and nothing else should be done.

Time always spent in all kinds of nonsense. Until the sixth day, Imrik finally couldn't help but say: "Since no one wants to spend a lot of resources, why don't we just not send out and do logistics for you."

Carl was happy. There is such a good thing? I wanted to agree immediately, but before that, the emperor first glanced at the Supreme King and found that Thorgrim's expression was not happy at all.

After a few days of observation, the emperor found that the Supreme King was far more familiar with the Phoenix King than expected. The elves and dwarves seemed to have a tacit understanding. They could always reach a consensus on some things, and never compromise on some issues.

Can't be impatient...

Thorgrin thought, if the elves don't go out alone, it will be a bit troublesome. He didn't doubt the war potential of the Phoenix Court, but Imrik played cards out of the routine too many times, making it hard to guard against.

He went out 50,000 this time, and maybe he would dare to go out 100,000 next time. The progress of the expedition will obviously be determined by those who contribute the most. If the elves think they want to fight to the Chaos Demon Realm, won't the dwarves have to provide them with supplies for several years or even more than ten years?

The best way is to let humans solve the problem of quantity, and the elves and dwarves make up for some shortcomings.

"Imric, to be frank, your approach does not meet the expectations of the dwarves and the Empire. We are cooperating, not acting as your logistical nanny.

The expedition should be led by Kislev's decision. If you insist on having ideas about the Chaos Wasteland, you should lead the army yourself."

"You mean..." Imric's eyes flickered. In fact, there are many places to train troops. Whether it is marching from Naggaroth to the Chaos Wasteland or landing directly on the Island of Orbion, they are all good choices.

Why is it stated here that 50,000 people will be supported? It is nothing more than a superficial attitude. The elves are not joking.

"This matter should be decided by the representatives sent later. We only need to consider whether to agree and express an attitude."

Playing tricks is what makes Thorgrim different from other high kings. His mind is more flexible... In the eyes of some longbeards, it is slippery.

"Well... I don't object to this."

Showing an attitude made Carl and Thorgrim feel relieved. The expedition seemed to be a necessary move that could effectively curb the frequency of the Norse northerners going south.

Although this matter has the least connection with the elves, no one knows why Imrik is so active.

Perhaps he is preparing to take control of Kislev and send a large number of troops in the name of an expedition...

After one topic was over, the meeting took a short break, and Princess Catherine, who had been sorting out relevant materials for several days, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She had seen the intention of the Phoenix King. With his unpredictable intention, he asked the dwarves and the empire to provide real support as much as possible, instead of sending a few people to fool around in the name of a union.

She was very grateful for this, and even her toast became very heroic.

A full glass of vodka, as the Ice Princess moved, went smoothly into her throat. Her face was slightly red, and the magic wind soon condensed weakly, relying on the gentle cold wind to soften the irritating alcohol...

The final result was that she looked at the Phoenix King with a dazed look in her eyes, and said vaguely: "Thank you for your support for Kislev at the summit..."

Imric stroked his chin and cast a questioning look at the Ice Maid next to him. No matter how good her physical condition was, it was probably not appropriate for her to drink so much at the age of twelve.

From a legal perspective, the Ice Princess who was sent to the Phoenix King's Court was the guardian of the Phoenix King.

Three years ago, a cute little girl was sent to Kislev, and ten years later, a drunkard aunt was returned to Kislev. Is this something an elf can do?

"Before officially returning to Kislev, Princess Catherine is not allowed to touch a drop of alcoholic liquid, including wine."

This tone, neither light nor light, made Catherine's body tremble. It was not because she was sad that she could not get rid of the alcohol, but because of Imrik's words.

Catherine looked a little flustered, like a child who had done something wrong. Perhaps what Mazov taught made the Phoenix King a little unhappy, and he did not tell him in advance what he was going to explain at the summit.

"Your Majesty, I am just... a little happy, not that I think I can..."

"Catherine, you don't need to explain anything. I know you want to finish your studies and return to Kislev as soon as possible... I agree with this.

But you are too young and lack control over many things, including the alcoholic drinks that you Kislev people are addicted to. From a psychological and physical point of view, drinking vodka too early is not a good thing."

Is that the case... It seems that I misunderstood.

After Katerin relaxed, she immediately nodded solemnly: "Thank you for your concern. I am not a drinker. This action is just to express my respect to you in the way of Kislev."

Imrik nodded, without saying anything more about this matter, and stood up, waving his hand to signal Katerin to leave the palace.

The group quickly followed the footsteps of the Phoenix King and arrived at a training ground around the palace.

In the center of the training ground, there was an iron cage wrapped in black cloth. Judging from the roars coming out from time to time, there must be some wild beast inside.

Is this... a bear?

Katerin was very familiar with this voice, but she was not sure between metaphors, because she had listened to the roar of dragons for too long in Caledor, and she had forgotten the roar of the cold land.

"Not long ago, Masno entrusted Oliveira with a task. The Witch Council of Kislev controls the power of the dark side of your land... It is obviously a force you must pay attention to.

As your mentor, he thought it was necessary to make up for the birthday gift, so he asked Oliveira to go to Kislev in person, find the people of the Witch Council, and ask for a glacier bear."

Kadroin pulled the black cloth away, and a white giant bear with a snow-white body was roaring and trying to bite the iron cage to pieces, and cast angry eyes on the elves around him.

But as the giant bear's eyes swept over the Phoenix King in front of it, an unconcealable fear emerged in its eyes, and the roar gradually stopped, turning into a begging whimper, lying in the iron cage like a puppy.

"Open."

As the door of the iron cage opened, and Imrick approached, the giant bear, who found a chance to be free, still did not dare to move.

When Imrick raised his eyebrows and pointed to the open space, he stretched out a front paw to make sure he would not be killed. After putting on the bearskin cloak, he slowly walked out. (End of this chapter)