Chapter 1322: Hymn of Courage

This seemingly comically futile post-mortem ceremony officially ended as North put the archives into the tumbler.

"Please pay attention to the notice from the Altdorf Elf Embassy after the war. We will inform Emperor Karl Franz of the Phoenix King's commendation to you through formal channels... If there is no relevant notification within half a year, you can find another card The embassy in Ledo will have a commissioner to resolve it.”

"Is this the end?"

Mok was a little confused. He thought it was some difficult task... At least there were a few elves clapping and shouting to express their congratulations.

Instead of like now, one person who looks very indifferent keeps questioning, and the other is businesslike.

"There is no precedent for the Phoenix King to reward people from the Empire. I can only deal with it this way according to the method two hundred years ago. If His Majesty has other plans for you... then it is best not to have them."

North nodded to Oliveira, indicating that his matter had been resolved. As for what the Blade of Caledor wanted to do with the names of these trapped warriors, that was not the herald's concern.

After North took a step back, Oliveira finally took over the topic again. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the group of disabled people with an oppressive gaze.

"Mork, listen, you are all the lucky ones... I have seen many soldiers, after experiencing the death of their comrades and maiming their hands and feet, they may have left voluntarily or forced to leave, and it has nothing to do with courage.

You can be respected in the empire with this title. If you find any chamber of commerce and show your nameplate, they will bribe you with a large amount of gold coins... I will give you a choice, return to Umberik and become a manor owner, or Use your remaining strength to prove that you are worthy of this honor. "

Disability, contempt, contempt...

Mok could see these things in the elf's eyes. He turned to look back at the remaining brothers and found that many of them were obviously moved by Oliveira's proposal. Their lips moved slightly as if they wanted to leave through the elf's channel. This is a land of right and wrong.

But... can this be worthy of those brothers who died at the hands of the greenskins?

He clenched his hands, and veins popped up in his whitened palms. He was an elf questioning the courage of the son of Reikland!

"Listen, Oliveira, the greenskins are driven by their evil gods, or it's not just the greenskins, the beastmen, the Yankees, the vampires... They have crazy beliefs and fanaticism against those who are trying to survive, but they are Afraid of the faith behind us and the warhammers and muskets in our hands.

They have evil power and blasphemous will far beyond mortals, as well as the protection of evil gods. What we have is faith in Sigmar, steel and contempt for the enemy. However, when the dust settles, only the Empire will still stand! "

One sentence expressed Mock's persistence, and he responded to Oliveira's proposal word by word.

"I will not leave. Unless the empire falls or I die, I will fight for the emperor for the rest of my life!"

With this firm tone, those who were a little hesitant finally slowly raised the tree branch crutches in their hands and the stiff body.

"I am Rick's son and I will never leave."

"Let those businessmen die. I will only die on the battlefield, not in a pile of money stained with blood."

He responded one sentence after another until a smile gradually appeared in Oliveira's eyes, and finally stopped.

"It would be nice to record Mok's feelings. I believe His Majesty will appreciate these warriors... Then let's say something practical."

"I can't bypass the empire's command system and directly ask you to do something. This is one of the reasons why your reputation as a warrior has been delayed in being implemented. The monarchs of the three races are all competing for the right to speak...

Of course, this has nothing to do with you big-head soldiers. Someone will take care of your injuries... If you continue your previous courage, your future achievements will be unlimited. This is my guarantee. "

The farewell gift was a token of the legion commander given by Oliveira, which could ensure that the twelve leading soldiers would at least not be deliberately arranged to make unwarranted sacrifices in vain.

Mok, who was holding the thing, felt mixed emotions in his heart. The death of hundreds of brothers seemed to only result in a sword-holding dragon claw token made of fine steel in his hand... Is this worth it?

The shock of being slapped on his shoulder made him look away, only to see a pair of smiling eyes.

"Don't think too much. This at least ensures that even if we die, our families will receive proper help. You have heard about the treatment of elves. Each victim has a large pension, and we can get at least half of it. Bar."

"That's true. I don't care about life and death. I might die tomorrow... I'll treat you to some food and wine from old Hod tonight!"

"That's it, ale and sausages, that's the real treat."

The noisy disability made Oliveira retract his gaze. He didn't think much about these people, but they just provided an opportunity to display their abilities.

Perhaps one day, they will be grateful to the Phoenix King for his support, but the prerequisite is to survive.

He turned around and looked at North with a very serious expression.

"As for the expedition to the Norsca Wasteland discussed at the summit, I hope you can tell me specifically why His Majesty chose Malus."

North remained silent. He would not explain His Majesty's orders to officials at all levels. He would only convey them, not reinterpret them.

Seeing the herald's silence, Oliveira's tone was slightly excited: "You have the right to advise His Majesty. We all know that His Majesty often makes unpredictable choices..."

"But afterwards, it will always be proven that your Majesty's decision is correct!" North emphasized, with a warning look in his eyes. This move of directly questioning the sensitive confidant of the Phoenix King broke the unspoken rules that had been in place for a hundred years.

The noble council, the Northern Army, the humans of the New World, the Royal Navy, the overseas fortresses, the foreign legions...

The interests and needs of each are different. The new front will undoubtedly support a person with the right to speak. The power represented by Oliveira is the Northern Army...

"I am not speaking for the Northern Army! Listen to North, your father died at the hands of Druzy. I have seen him. He was very brave in the battle of Finnuval Plain. Hundreds of my brothers who belonged to the Claw of Patunuin also died at the hands of Druzy... Even if His Majesty always emphasizes that there is no distinction between Asur and Druzy, is this possible?

The reason why the Shadow King can suppress Nagarys Druzy is nothing more than His Majesty's high-pressure rule. The only one who can act freely so far, Loccia Fallen Heart, knows that the Royal Navy needs a black glove to handle the dirty work.

But what about Malus? As long as he regains his freedom and power, Druzy's power will rise again, and the Shadow King will have no time to care about the Norsca Wasteland!" (End of this chapter)