Warhammer Divine Throne

”All of them here are hybrid dragons, two-legged flying dragons and some sub-dragon species capable of flight.” Tygris shook his head, ”There aren’t so many true dragons... but being able to slay such creatures alone means you’re quite capable.”

”More and more giant dragons in the Calado Volcano are falling into slumber, and among the current Dragon Princes, those who can ride a dragon are increasingly rare.” Tygris looked somewhat sorrowful, ”The power of Order is ever waning, yet my Eslelin brethren stubbornly refuse my offer of alliance.”

”At least the Empire will not refuse you, and neither will I... Alaros likely won’t refuse you either.” Laine thought, what’s the use of telling me this? Can I help persuade the Wood Elves? If even you, as the envoy of the Phoenix King, can’t do it, I surely can’t either...

”It’s hard to say, Emperor Carl Franz may not reject my request, but you know, the Empire is composed of many provinces, and the degree to which the Prince-Electors recognize the Emperor varies...” Tygris seemed aware that what he said was of little use, so he abruptly fell silent, ending the topic.

”He doesn’t seem too happy?” Surya, holding Laine’s arm, whispered as the couple walked aside.

Tygris’s reputation precedes him, and the lady knight clearly respected and feared this High Elf Supreme Grandmaster quite a bit.

”There are some things even Tygris... or even the Lady cannot foresee.” Laine gently said, holding his wife, ”I will tell you many things, little by little, my wife.”

”I am ready, my husband, with all my life.” Surya replied with a smile, her sea-blue eyes filled only with happiness.

”Let’s go, we’ll head down first. I’ve borrowed the concert hall from Lord Tygris for an hour to teach you something~” Laine gestured for his wife to return to the ship cabin.

”What do you want to teach us?” Surya followed him into the ship’s interior.

”A dance step... called New Treasure Island.”

”New Treasure Island dance step? I’m looking forward to it.”

...

The High Elf’s ocean-going giant ship sails swiftly across the sea; under the power of Magic, its triangular sails drive the ship at high speed. The helmsman agilely handles the ship’s wheel, steering the giant ship smartly with the strong wind. The Lothern Sea Guards maintain order on the deck, and in just a day, Le Anglais faded into the distance as the ship entered the Claw Sea.

This sea is notorious for the frequent presence of Norsca Pirates. The Imperial Navy, Brittania Privateer Fleet, Norsca Pirates, and Dark Elf Pirates engage in long-standing conflicts on these waters, which often fall into territorial disputes. Both Brittania and the Empire claim rights over this sea, causing naval disputes that frequently affect relations between the two nations. When Barbarian Pirates and Dark Elf Pirates appear, the two nations naturally ally to fight the pirates. When the pirates are not present, their fleets often engage in small skirmishes and clashes.

The Knight King and the Emperor of the Empire repeatedly emphasize that internal wars among humans are undesirable, but the pirates on the privateer ships and the often greedy Imperial Navy are willing to take risks for profit. A perfect raid means a significant profit, and few are willing to give it up, even if it ends up in court. Each country’s judiciary often tends to side with their own.

This is why Laine must cooperate with Duke Bodric; without the escort of the Sea God Fleet, merchants find it difficult to conduct business independently.

”...” Tygris leaned on his magic staff at the bow of the ship and suddenly sensed something. The Supreme Grandmaster fixed his gaze on the horizon.

A large Norsca dragon ship slowly appeared on the horizon. The dragon ship was enormous, with about two hundred barbarians aboard.

”Barbarian Pirates... prepare for battle.” The High Elves on the giant ship immediately spotted the Norsca Dragon Ship and loudly called for everyone to prepare for combat.

Dozens of eagle claw crossbow cannons were activated by the elf crew. Nearly two-meter-long crossbow arrows were loaded into the cannons. The Lothern Sea Guards assembled on the deck. Hos Demon Swordsman Zoltan approached from behind, ”A single wreck of a Barbarian scum.”

Tygris looked up, his gaze settling on the top of the giant ship’s mast.

There, an Ice Crystal Phoenix was nesting at the top of the mast, asleep within the nest. Tygris considered for a moment, then shook his head, resisting the urge to awaken the Phoenix. Instead, he instructed Zoltan, ”Go call Laine and the others up here.”

”All of them? Everyone?”

”Yes.”

The Hos Demon Swordsman hurried off and, upon returning, had summoned Laine’s couple, the two witches, and the servants Surya brought to the deck. ”Lord Tygris?”

Tygris wondered why Zoltan had brought up the servants as well. Do these people even count as people? However, the Supreme Grandmaster was always calm and collected. He simply said to Laine, ”The barbarians are coming.”

”Isn’t that great? My Mjolnir is already itching for action.” Laine drew out Mjolnir, and the electric light flashing from it made the nearby Lothern Sea Guards feel pressured.

”No, just watch.” Tygris shook his head, indicating that Laine did not need to take action. He signaled Teresa and Veronica to come forward, ”Miss Trovik, Lady Bernadotte, come over. I think it’s time to test what you’ve learned recently.”

”Yes, Lord Tygris.” The two witches indicated they were ready, with Veronica looking serious and Teresa appearing a bit nervous.