Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 368 Observation Notes of Hot-blooded Species

Kozrat blinked his smart eyes, and seemed a little confused by Imrik's words, then he jumped up and replied as if he had an epiphany,

"~Hiss~ Just like we serve the god lord, do the descendants of Caledor serve the eldest son of the Old One like this?"

Regarding this, Imrik could only feel a little ashamed. It was true that he couldn't use some modified words to express meaning with the lizardmen, otherwise they would definitely turn these things into incomprehensible concepts.

So he directly said what he wanted, "I want your gold and gems, you know, and exchange them with weapons and armor."

At this time, Kozrat immediately understood that the lizardmen did not produce a currency system, but the method of barter still existed among the Skinks.

He stretched out his slender left hand, smoothed the gorgeous feathers on the crown of his head, and answered the question,

"~Hiss~Of course, the descendants of Caledor want to make a deal with the eldest son of the Old One."

Feeling a little helpless again, they covered their foreheads. These lizard people really don't understand what a normal race should have. The premise of item exchange is at least a vague general standard.

And looking at Kozlat's appearance, it seems that he doesn't care about this transaction at all. Maybe he can bring a group of monitor lizards away with a glass bead.

"Hey, after you bring some Thoros to our colony, I will have them tailor-made equipment."

"~Hiss~Of course."

After signing an ambiguous trade agreement, Kozrat continued to wander around Hesiota with Imrik and his party.

Along the way, everyone was very curious about this city where no other race had ever appeared, and they were shocked after watching it.

Hundreds of wild beasts lined up around the Pyramid of Iqi, waiting for the patrons of the beasts to bless them. The Pyramid of the Ancient Sacred, which gathers the wind of magic, emits a shimmering light throughout, and the mysterious lines are looming, like an oversized spell-casting platform intermediary.

What attracts the most attention is a deep pit with a Tyrannosaurus rex, where ferocious beasts are bound by iron chains, waiting to be tamed by Skinks, or a powerful ancient blood warrior and a scarred veteran who have shown their strength and won The approval of these ancient behemoths.

But before that, there was only a dense layer of unknown corpses in the tyrannosaurus pit.

The afternoon's wandering was soon over. Kozlat led more than fifty people to a place that looked like a cafeteria. There were many Thoros in it. The place was full of insects placed on wooden tables, beast meat.

Called by friends, plates of fresh meat and insects were placed in front of the elves. Kozrat introduced these delicious carnivorous insects to Imrik, intending to let the elves eat them quickly and see how thin he became look like.

But looking at the fist-sized insects on the clay plate, Imrik felt his eyebrows twitching unconsciously. Although he knew that Priest Bayou had good intentions, he really couldn't get along with this brightly colored insect cub. Mouth.

He could only pat the broad back of the slightly honest monitor lizard guard next to him,
"Brother Monitor Lizard, I see you are skinny, I'll eat it for you."

The simple-minded monitor lizards couldn't understand the language of elves, but when they saw the food, they still took it subconsciously. As the bodyguards of the skink priests, they were smarter than the monitor lizards that resisted stones in the labor area. They didn't have much contact with elves. More resistance, just blinking your fist-sized eyes, holding a bowl and waiting for your friend's instructions.

Kozrat asked curiously. After all, these pointed ears gave the food in their hands to the surrounding Thoros, or put it back to the original place. Only one person who seemed to be the leader ate a delicious food. insect hatchlings.

"~Hiss, aren't you hungry? The forest of Lustria doesn't welcome you skinny elves."

"No, Lustria is waiting for us to conquer."

Regarding the communication between the Prince and the Skink, almost no one knew what it meant, but Davian was vaguely aware of it.

As the dragon prince responsible for the prince's safety this time, he needs to be aware of possible dangers at all times, just like the insects on the plate that he has never seen before.

Resisting the fear, the elf pinches a worm that barely fits in front of his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, puts a few anti-toxin magic on himself, and then closes his eyes and swallows it.

Then, a white worm as thick as three thumbs exploded out of its mouth, splashing directly onto Mi Shan, who was two meters away from him.

And Mi Shan, who was observing the difference between these insects and the insects of his hometown in the dark, was also taken aback. The speed of the thick slurry gushing out was so fast that people couldn't react.

A thick yellow and white spray splashed on Mi Shan's proud beard, causing him to clenched the Storm Spire tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to have a fight with Davian.

Imrik, who was supposed to stop his subordinates from inciting a fight, stood there with his chest folded, pretending not to see the worms being spit out beside him, and Davian, who explained to Mishan, had been looking at the equipment in Thoros' hands.

After all, you have to watch more things like watching a good show, and I don't know how long this peaceful and comfortable life can last.

In just two years, Caledo participated in two large-scale battles, and Sotek's prophecy would not be as simple as meeting Tehenhauin, and the war against the rats might become a reality.

The Thoros came and went into the cafeteria under the leadership of the scarred veteran. The scarred veteran who was instructed by Master Ma knew that the group of elves in front of him were not the enemy of the grand plan. They just got food from the hands of the skinny lizard and stood there to eat , looking at the two bloody species who were about to make a move.

Noticing this situation, Davian coughed a few times. Although he was not afraid of the gazes of these cold-blooded species, Mi Shan's gaze that was about to breathe fire would not be deceiving.

"Why don't we deal with it later, so many lizardmen are watching?" Davian took out a towel from his pocket and motioned Mi Shan to wipe it off quickly.

Imrik was overjoyed by Davian's cowardly face. The Dragon Prince was much better than before, and he was more than calm and flexible in his work.

So he stopped Mi Shan from going to beat him up, and quickly persuaded, "Don't be impatient, we are in someone else's territory, it's not easy to do anything, after we get back, we can do whatever we want."

The Spirit Lizard Priest on the side looked curiously at the few people who were persuading the fight, and couldn't help feeling something novel.

It observed some specific situations. The human was grabbing the elf's armor and seemed to want to beat him.

And the elf favored by the lord of the gods is holding two hot-blooded species, some friends don't understand why, shouldn't Imrik help that elf.

The Skink Priest silently recorded this scene, and planned to record it on the gold plate, named Caledor's Hot-blooded Observation Notes.

(End of this chapter)