Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 312 Return of the Dragon King
"In this case, why did you join the mercenary army? Isn't this betraying Kislev?"

The mysterious man was not in a hurry to fight Laskol, but walked slowly around him as if chatting.

"Each of us has our own choices."

Hearing this, the mysterious man slightly stopped his casual steps, leveled his saber, and said to the soldier, "Soldier, your name, the forgotten one cannot sing loudly."

"Raskol."

The soldier didn't know what this mysterious man was going to do, so why didn't he panic at all, if this guy was from Caledon, he wouldn't be able to do such a thing, the military regulations clearly stated that anyone who trespassed in the barracks, If you don't obey the patroller's instructions, or don't have the prince's token, the guards don't need to bear any responsibility for killing them. If the intruder survives by luck, he will have to bear serious punishment afterwards.

The soldier with little knowledge did not think about the possibility that the mysterious man in front of him was the leader of Caledor.

Imrik nodded, expressing that he had a good impression of this soldier. He could tell that he was a qualified soldier. In this situation, he neither panicked nor chose to run away. Point, but still young, have time to improve slowly.

"Raskol, if I kill you here, do you think Caledon will avenge you?"

These words made Lasker pause for a while. Based on previous experience, any employer would not care how many mercenaries died. After all, these people are only used to do dirty work. Diss' words echoed in his mind.

"Of course, my registration form has been forwarded to the archivist, and those irascible guys will definitely kill you first."

Hearing the soldier mentioning the archivist, Imrik was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood what it meant. Those elderly dragon princes were not easy to talk to, because of their positions, many things were directly connected with themselves , resulting in a slight error in the invisible file.

While the two were chatting in this tense atmosphere, the patrolling soldiers had already rushed over. The red and yellow dragon wing armor and the triangular lance were obviously the horns of the blazing sun.

Twenty cavalry surrounded the two of them, and the leading Caledonian soldier immediately said coldly in Elvish language,

"Explain your identity!"

Lasker, who saw the reinforcements coming, backed away slowly, fearing that the iron hooves of these war horses would trample on him, and the next thing he wanted to do was to see this mysterious man turned into flesh, so he still wanted to break into the barracks. Definitely from the Empire.

"Alfred, you are safe and sound. It seems that you have been doing well during my absence."

The elf language that Raskol could not understand was spoken from the mouth of the mysterious hooded man, which made him stunned. Could this guy really be a Caledor elf? Say insulting things.

Under the surprised eyes of the soldiers, the elite knight who spoke trembled a little, as if he couldn't believe it, and the people around him were the same, but he quickly calmed down, took a few deep breaths, and seemed to be Want to keep calm.

"Show your proof." The tone of the Soldiers of the Horn of the Sun was a little trembling, as if it was hard to imagine that the voice was spoken by a person wearing a hooded cloak in front of him.

A scabbard that turned Madam Kisley upside down appeared in mid-air and fell into Alfred's arms. Imrik pulled down his hood and said to the soldiers under him,

"You are better than Judith. Last time I showed my face, he still asked me for documents."

Alfred put down his lance and shield, and slowly drew out his long sword with trembling hands. The familiar sulfur breath emerged from it, and tears welled up in his eyes. No one knew what happened to Caledonian during this time. Those who survived, on a distant and strange cold land, the mysterious disappearance of the spiritual pillar dragon lord and the legendary Yaoxing dragon, even though Masno has repeatedly stated that the prince is not in danger, I am afraid that even he himself does not believe it.

Everyone got off their horses immediately and knelt down in front of the Dragon Prince. Alfred raised his sword with both hands,
"Respectfully invite the Dragon King to return."

Imrik was stunned by these words, good boy, this guy is not a prophet who specializes in the wind of heaven, right? After returning to Kale for a long time, he found that the dragon palace has become a dog's nest, and he was furious Next, summon 10 people to defeat the Phoenix Royal Court.

Stopping this nonsense, looking at the large troops rushing here, he couldn't help but shake his head. He wanted to come back secretly, but seeing a few Kislev soldiers who were obviously on patrol, he couldn't hold back his temptation. After a while, it became like this.

After confirming his identity with the Dragon Prince who was in charge of the security of the station, Imrik looked at the Kislev soldier Raskel, who was hiding in the crowd. Jian, if people find out about this, even if it is fine in terms of military regulations, it will definitely be punished badly.

Pointing to Lasker, he said, "I'm very interested in this kid, let him come to see me tomorrow morning."

After figuring out that it was a drama caused by the prince, the sense of tension that the patrol was attacked was gone, and an unprecedented atmosphere of joy emerged from the camp. The logistics officer in charge of providing food directly expressed that today For supper at night, except for those who are unlucky and go out to patrol and stand guard, all gather in the open camp.

Half an hour later, Raskol was kicked out by the military doctor who was busy celebrating. He touched his chin. The herbal medicine, which was obviously more comforting than practical, couldn't help but sigh. People are watching.

Just when he felt that life was not easy, someone urged him to come out as soon as possible. There was vodka provided.

In the central camp, hearing the overwhelming sound of celebration outside, and Davian who was beside him like a pug who was already wiping tears, Imrik sighed helplessly, why did he feel like he was dead? Woolen cloth.

He kicked Davian involuntarily, "Don't cry like a mourner here, others don't know, you still don't understand? I just ran to other places."

Davian, who was kicked, didn't care. He just wiped his tears and got used to it. As long as the prince is fine, if he gets a few more kicks, the prince will be fine. It's best to kick all of them on me.

Sit back on the familiar chair again, looked around, and found that the appointed regent Masnow was not there, so he asked what was going on,

"Where is Maslow, the Great Jihad is almost over for half a month. Hasn't he finished dealing with the matter?"

(End of this chapter)