Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 419 The So-Called Man
Davian turned over the plaque and continued to check the information on it, "Kortek's light, Quiji's obsidian, Taipok's feather, Huangqi's shadow, Zonki's flowing water, Razkoto's mark, Iggy's scale ..."

Davian recited the Old Sage that he knew, but found that there was a term with unknown meaning on it. He couldn't help being a little puzzled. His research on lizardmen has already been regarded as an authoritative scholar in Ulthuan. Ferry College published related papers, but after actually operating it, I realized that I was just a half-baked layman.

"The blood of the Servant of the Great Enemy. Generally speaking, this should be a plaque recording the summoning ceremony, but it is unclear who the summoning object is.

You also know the habits of the lizard people. Except for what Slan said and the survey of the stars, there is no clear statement. Maybe this thing is just a long-standing legend, and it has no meaning other than saying the name of the Old Sage. "

Davian handed the plaque to Masnow, but before that, he used magic to rub a copy of it, and planned to find someone to analyze the meaning of the vague term together.

Masnow handed the plaque to the soldier next to him, ordering him to return it to the Skink Priest.

Although I don't know what the use of this thing is, at least it is to find a research material for Caledo, which is not a waste of time.

"That's it, I'm going to reorganize the troops and prepare to go to Slanwupek."

Before leaving, the champion warrior put his arms around Davian's shoulders and motioned him to look to the left.

The two looked to the left together, and found an extraordinarily tall man holding a disproportionately small wooden board, trying to figure out how to play cards, and on the opposite side of the table was a dwarf butcher with a skyrocketing orange wrath crown, and A blind Vaal priest.

"Wang Zha, three belts and one, I won. Each of you owes me two bottles of wine. Remember, don't find me some sissy wine." Agrim played all the remaining five cards in his hand at once. , emphasizing that this gamble must abide by the promise, otherwise it will be written down in a small book.

Damian rummaged through the leather bag at his feet for a while, and found that the wine he had just got two days ago was missing, so he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

Obviously there were a few bottles just now, why are they gone now?

But seeing Agrim's frizzy appearance, it was difficult to take out two empty wine bottles to deal with it, so he stood up and ran to the material storage room.

Coster, on the other hand, did not renege on his debt, and dug out two bottles of vodka from under his feet, put them on the table and pushed them to Agrim.

After a while, Damian came back. Originally, he only wanted some gambling money, but he immediately changed when he saw the pile of warehouses, and returned to the gaming table with two large boxes of wine on his shoulders.

Pulling off the cover of the wooden box, Damian slammed two bottles of vodka on the stone table, looked at Agrim, and emphasized,

"Come on, I don't believe you can win all these two hundred bottles."

Then the two blew a bottle first, expressing their congratulations on their luck. After all, the dwarves won, and the barbarians also found the wine. This is really something worth celebrating.

Masnow, who was next to Davian, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You don't have to worry about it. I have helped them deal with a lot of troubles in the past few years."

Davian's eyebrows twitched unconsciously, and he dared to go to the material storage room without any registration, carrying two boxes of spirits that can relieve the soldiers' stress and heal them in emergencies.

It means that Damian and Iron Wolf can do this kind of thing, otherwise, the non-commissioned officer in charge of logistics will report to the prince, and no one wants to experience the consequences.

"I just hope that the two of them don't beat me up." Davian complained for a moment.

Masno let go of his hand, ready to deal with the last work, and after a short rest, he was ready to go to Slan Wupek to join Agsel.

But Davian has a headache. After all, Damian and Agrim are the only high-end combat forces familiar with the southern Great Forest Sea. Coster needs to be responsible for the maintenance of the equipment here, and it is impossible to leave them behind and take people to Ita alone. tie.

He could only choose to go to the stone table where the three of them were, and greeted him, "What's going on! This is a military important place, and no gambling is allowed."

Damian hiccupped and saw that it was Davian who was talking, and couldn't help exclaiming for a moment, "Isn't this Davian? Why don't you stay with those little girls in Saffrey, thinking that there are only rats shitting here? place."

Just when he was about to say that he had an important task and needed the cooperation of the two of you, Davian was pushed on the chair next to him by Damian.

"Come on, blow one first, don't let Agrim look down on you sharp ears."

This made Agrim immediately respond, "Sharp ears? I can only drink some girly wine. The horses you ride drink better than you."

These words did not arouse Coster's excitement, because he had already understood the duo between Damian and Agrim, and he had been confused before.

But Davian couldn't help it anymore, being looked down upon by the dwarves was something that he would never be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life.

"What are you talking about, you little fellow? That is, adding up all the so-called wine masters, they can't match half of my drinking capacity."

Agrim raised his bushy brows, with a half-smile expression on his face, and said, "I don't need a master brewer, I can overturn you by myself, and you don't have a pure man with sharp ears, unlike Son of the Mountain , Drinking is all spirits, and the unit is still in barrels.”

"Provocation, this is a naked provocation, Davian, you can't be fooled, and you have to lead the team to Itaza tomorrow." Seeing the expression on the dwarf's face, Davian knew that he was deliberately provocative, and wanted to Speak harshly, and say that the next time you will try again.

Agrim continued, "Forget it, you'd better get out, I heard that your prince's drinking capacity is not bad, let him come and try it with me, don't make me look down on Caledon, is it possible that the Dragon Kingdom even has a drinking capacity?" No one?"

After speaking, the dwarf tore off the wooden cork of the vodka, gulped down a sip of the wine, and then turned to look at Damian regardless of Davian's reaction.

The meaning was obvious, he looked down on the drinking capacity of the dragon prince in front of him.

Davian, who was so insulted, chose the usual way of the Dragon Prince. Since he couldn't do anything to Agrim, he defeated him in the way his opponent was good at.

"Come on, Damian, go get some more wine. If you don't drink you down today, I swear I won't have a dragon partner in this life!"

Damian's eyes lit up when he heard the cruel words. He likes to fight the fire the most. Masino is cautious and has not taken the bait many times, but he didn't expect Davian to be caught so soon. He deserves to be called Caledonian Husky man.

The elves, dwarves, and barbarians started fighting, pouring vodka into their mouths without a single peanut.

Coster chose to leave the stage. He was not a fool. Instead, he brought some people to help Davian. Anyway, the prince had already gone to the jungle to hunt mice.

Davian is also the senior management of the army, no one will stop him, so just wait and see the good show.

(End of this chapter)