Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 120 Alarielle's Toy

"I am amazed at your combat prowess, Prince Imrik."

Alarielle, who was hiding in the woods, came out slowly, looking very surprised at the corpses here.

She originally wanted to use spells to support Imrik, but she didn't expect that the dragon prince's strength might be far beyond her imagination. Twenty witch spirits could slaughter an Asur with hundreds of people at will In his hands, the militia troops were all eliminated in less than 5 minutes with that long gun that he had never seen before.

"If all Azul train as diligently as the Caledonians, these Druzzi can't possibly still have the power to breathe in this world."

"But war is not the only purpose of living. Asur deserves a better life."

"So Caledor is supposed to bear the burden of this beautiful life for you? The last person like this was Enarion, and the result was that Nagareth became a wasteland."

Hearing Imrik's seemingly intentional, seemingly unintentional sarcasm, Alarielle felt speechless.

Prince Long's sarcasm mouth is already well-known in Ulthuan. Except for those he likes, even the generals of the five gates will be ridiculed in front of him.

"Perhaps we should consider how to leave instead of discussing the situation in the kingdoms of Ulthuan." Alarielle walked to a witch spirit, looking at these distant relatives engraved with Kane's bloody runes, feeling a little sad, As Aisha's God's Choice, she is supposed to care for every elf, but the actual situation is always unexpected.

Crouching down, Imrik was looking for something useful from the witch spirits, such as healing herbs or deadly poisons. Thousands of years of war have allowed both sides to know each other very well. These bottles The function of bottles and jars has been thoroughly researched.

Take some herbs from Wu Ling, crush them with the palm of your hand and put them into a clean container, shake off the juice on your hands, Imrik stood up, "Let's go, we still have a long way to go. "

After finishing speaking, he handed the container containing the potion to Alarielle, and said, "Drink this, it will do you some good."

After receiving the bottle of potion, Alarielle was obviously surprised, and suddenly felt that Imric's stinky face didn't seem so ugly, "Maybe you are not as indifferent as I imagined."

But Prince Long just snorted coldly, "What you should consider is how to take good care of your body, which will help you in the next action, instead of caring about what I do."

Hearing this, Alara covered her mouth and smiled. As long as she didn't care about the smelly mouth of the Dragon Prince, it didn't seem so embarrassing. After she drank up the unknown green potion in the container, the two started to escape again. road.

"How are you going to get out of here?"

Alariel, who was closely behind Imrik, suddenly spoke. If she was a little uneasy because she would be hunted down if she escaped, but after seeing the strength of the Dragon Prince, she felt that she had great confidence in this operation. , His strength is comparable to few people in Ursuan.

"Find a ship from the port in the west to go to Caledon's inner ring land, return to the Dragon's Back Mountain Range, and gather troops to kill Druzzi."

"From your mouth, I think this is a very simple matter."

"Indeed, as long as the people in the kingdom think about fighting all day long, and the armament factory doesn't stop for a day, it's really an easy thing to do."

"Don't you think about taking a day off?" For Caledor, Alarielle only had one impression, that is, the never-ending war, and the fire dragon crest was still extremely sharp even though it was covered with scars.

"Never, ever, has there been a moment of respite from this perilous world."

The communication between the two fell into silence. Imrik just responded to Alarielle's words one after another, and was not very interested in actively chatting. Once he entered the state of combat readiness, indifference would become Caledor's synonym.

And Alarielle has some deeper feelings about the current situation of Caledor. A kingdom that is good at fighting has met a leader who is a war fanatic.

After the sun crossed the central axis of the sky for a long time and was about to set, Imrik felt it was time to stop and rest for a while, and turned to look at Alarielle, whose face was drenched in sweat.

This woman's willpower is quite firm, and she hasn't made a sound after walking for so long. The dense forest environment consumes more energy than the flat ground, and it must not be easy for Alariel, who is still in a weak state.

"Take a rest first."

After hearing Imrik's words, Alarielle nodded, and took out the cloth that had been cleaned in the morning to wipe the sweat off her face. Even though she grew up in the forest of Avalon, her weak body was really Difficult to support her going for too long.

After observing the surrounding environment, it is still the same as before. There are large green trees densely covered around, and not far away, there is a protruding rock wall, which looks like a good camping spot.

Seeing that she was hooked up, resting with her hands on her knees, Imrik ignored the cumbersome etiquette, walked over to wrap her around her waist, and put her on his waist.

"Prince Long, your behavior is not in line with court etiquette, let alone the way you should treat a lady."

Hearing that she was actually in the mood to tease him, although he really wanted to smack her upturned place twice, but Imrik still held back.

"In the future, if there is a chance, let the Eternal Queen come to Caledon to teach the Dragon Prince what court etiquette is, but here, I have the final say."

"Then I will personally visit the Dragon Palace with a group of maids."

As the two came to the bottom of the protruding rock wall, Imrik picked up some dry wood from other places, and when he came back, he saw the queen continuously sharpening a wooden stick with the dragon fire sword.

"So our queen is going to beat those Druzzi to death with a broken stick?"

He piled the wood on the ground, and the Dragon Prince crossed his arms and continued to watch her movements.

"This is not a broken stick, I can use it to make a bow." Alarielle, holding the dragon fire sword, didn't seem to respect the long sword symbolizing Prince Caledor at all, but seemed to be using a Woodworking file.

"I think we'll get out of this place sooner if you're willing to rest the energy you've wasted on this toy."

Hearing Imrik said that the bow in her hand was a toy, the Eternal Queen felt a little angry for the first time, raised her slender eyebrows, and stared at the Dragon Prince with emerald green eyes, "The Avalonians are the best at using bows and arrows. No exception."

"So?" Imrik didn't believe that Alarielle's toy could pierce Drucci's black armor.

If you change to the Shadow King or Orion, it may have this effect. Even if those two old monsters are thrown with a wooden stick, they are probably like ballistas. I can't even draw the bow.

Confused by Imrik's words, the originally raised eyebrows quickly collapsed, and Alarielle's voice became a little weaker, "I can use it to beat some small animals to satisfy my hunger."

Following the undisguised laughter of the Dragon Prince, Alarielle continued to polish the bow silently. Maybe he felt wrong before. This guy not only has a bad mouth, but also has the same personality.

　PS: There are some problems with the ordering of the chapters, which can only be changed on Monday, so let’s read it first.

　　
　
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