Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 425 The Mosquito Butcher
"You're awake, how does the hangover feel?"

When Davian opened his eyes in a daze, a thick arm handed over the water bottle. Judging from the knotted muscles on it and the black and blue tattoos on it, it must be Damian.

Davian took the jug, and the thirst caused by excessive drinking made him quickly drink up the one-liter water.

With the sound of gurgling, the Dragon Prince wiped the water stains around his mouth with his hands, and looked around.

I am now in a logistics carriage, and the soft touch from below indicates that there should be something like food under the tarpaulin.

The dense jungle covered the sky, and there were birds chirping from time to time, and the humming of insect wings flapping. It was obvious that the surrounding city that had already left the city of the sky was already in ruins.

"How many kilometers have we traveled?" Davian didn't pay attention to how long he slept. The adjutant must have arranged everything properly. Although he was tricked by Damian, it will not affect the next action.

"120 kilometers, why is Agrim sleepier than you? He was still snoring, but you woke up." Damian pointed to a carriage behind and found that it was indeed a familiar dwarf butcher.

The war mourner of Butcher Castle raised his face to the sky, and kept making thunderous cries. A mosquito seemed to be attracted by it, or wanted to taste the fresh blood from the old world, vibrating its buzzing wings towards the snoring Ah Grim flew away.

Agrim seemed to feel a mosquito hovering over his head, he stretched out his hand like an iron fan and slapped it, and muttered in dwarven, "Don't bother me, pointy ears, keep drinking."

The mosquito aimed at the right time, intending to pierce the dwarf's exposed skin with its finger-long tail spikes, and its speed was so fast that afterimages appeared.

One hand pinched the mosquito's body, and with unconscious force, the mosquito with a somewhat firm carapace turned into a pancake in Agrim's hands.

After unconsciously obtaining the title of New World Mosquito Slayer in his dream, Agrim turned over and continued to snore.

Seeing this scene, Davian could not help but sweat on his forehead. This dwarf is really interesting. He never forgot the original intention of coming to the new world in his dreams, to kill a rare swamp mosquito. Maybe he should be called He is a mosquito butcher?
As the person in charge of this rendezvous with the Lizardman Legion, Davian didn't continue to rest on the carriage. After using a spell to sober himself, he asked Damian, "Is it true that there are no encounters on this journey?" To the Ratman?"

Damian nodded, pulled out a map and pointed to a place on it to show Davian to watch, "The advance team tried to pay off the Ratman north of Sky City before, and I was responsible for this action. To be honest, I didn't I don’t know how many rats fled to the north, anyway, they killed about [-] kilometers along the Castle in the Sky, and chose to withdraw after running out of ammunition.”

"It stands to reason that it shouldn't be so peaceful. Although there are many rats fleeing to the north, under the focus of attention, a large number of plague priests and clan leaders have been chopped into pieces. These rats lack a clear commander, and according to the rats According to their habits, when there is no oppression by the commander, they prefer to find some food to fill their perpetually hungry stomachs, rather than the current situation."

While talking, Damian pointed to a place in the distance, motioning for Davian to look over.

Ripples appeared on the surface of a lake from time to time. Judging from the size, they could not be mayfly insects. Davian speculated that they were those half-meter-long piranhas that are very common in Lustria.

This discovery made Davian frown. You must know that the nature of the rat people is to fill their stomachs. Without the oppression of the commander, this matter will be more obvious, but why do these rats give up the food at their fingertips and choose Hide the trajectory of the action.

"What's your idea?" Davian regretted after asking, and asked Damian's opinion on military operations, and he would only get one answer.

And Damian's answer was not unexpected. He laughed for a while while walking, and said the tactics that he thought were seamless, "These mice must be afraid of us, so they even let go of their desire for food. At this time, we should Chase and kill these rats, believe me, this is definitely the most correct way."

"You are right, but the premise is to find these mice, and we don't seem to have the tracking ability like the Sotek sect, so you said a correct nonsense." Davian complained, and then thought How to deal with this matter.

The original plan was to divide the troops into three groups to pay off the Ratmen along the way. My own group, Damian's group, and Augsig's group used magic to locate each other's positions, and they would meet up every once in a while.

It can be seen from this that it seems that the plan is not going as expected.

To be on the safe side, he still chose to give up the communication with Damian. Instead, he found the second magic swordsman, Augsig, and greeted him first, "Your Excellency Augsig, I hope you can still adapt to the atmosphere of Caledor's army."

Augsig, who was recording the habits of creatures along the way, turned his head and saw that it was Davian, and couldn't help laughing for a while, "If you replace the weapons and armor with pens and robes, I even thought you invited me to Lustria, yes Prepare to conduct a new world environmental research topic."

"It's just a short period of peace, you know." Davian was not in the mood to chat too much with Augsig, and they were both the magic swordsmen sent by Alfonso.

His relationship with Oggsig is much better than that of Teclis, of course it is also because the second magic swordsman has given a lot of care in Saffrey.

"I think so." Augsig stopped observing as a scholar, returned to his identity as a warrior of the Sword Master of Hoth, his eyes and tone became sharper, "I have been paying attention to the traces of the Ratmen along the way, A magic breath unknown to the White Tower of Hoeth has left traces in the jungle, and I try to analyze it."

"what's the result?"

"Obviously, this magical breath has a mysterious power that I don't know. It is speculated that it may be the divine power of the horned rat that the rat people believe in. The breath mixed with magic and divine power simulates the pheromone form that the rat people are most familiar with." Augsig paused. For a moment, for the second magic swordsman, it was not worth mentioning that he tried to analyze magic but found nothing, but he still explained truthfully,

"Our research on the physiology of the Ratmen is still very shallow. The few Ratmen we caught before have been sent to the White Tower of Hess, but following the usual habits of the Archmage Council, we want to analyze clearly what the pheromones secreted by the Ratmen express. Meaning, it may take a lot of time."

(End of this chapter)