Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 453 The Coming Butcher

"I don't think it's enough for Minasnier to bite."

Out of consideration for the combat effectiveness of both sides, Imrik believed that the prototype of this jade unicorn would definitely not be able to defeat Lao Mi.

"I'm asking you if this jade unicorn looks good, not whether you can fight it."

"I don't think so. Apart from Mortellius, Barrett, and Kukurza, we cannot have other types of creatures in our house."

Regardless of Imrik's objecting eyes, Etila decided to buy this little gadget. The child must know the diversity of life in the world and not always think about the dragon.

In addition, she also bought a lot of similar jade carvings, and as long as she found them pleasing to the eye, she took them all, almost hollowing out one-third of the paving.

After feeling satisfied, she went to the checkout link, and glanced at Imrik, who was estimating the combat power of these beasts, and Etila felt that he still couldn't let him hold it.

"Nine Coulson Street, you send your things here."

"It is my pleasure, ma'am."

The boss immediately wrote down the address. He was planning to haggle over the price, but he didn't expect these two elves to be so rich that they would cover the whole price without asking.

You have to come here next time, Itaine?Only dogs go.

Forget it, don't worry too much about this prodigal bitch, when the time comes, let Mortellius kick everything to pieces, I'll see what she says.

Imrik felt ruthless in his heart, as long as he didn't want to see it, no one would let him see these jade carvings.

"I'll put them in a glass stand, and keep Mortellius out of the way."

Altila, who had already guessed Imrik's mind, showed the aura of the master. She has also ridden Mortarius now. As for her husband's other three mounts, even if she wants to ride, she must have this kind of courage. .

Minasnier didn't need to think about it at all, Kukurza only listened to her husband, and only the naive Barrett had a possibility.

"By the way, why do you ask Magnus for half-griffin eggs? These little guys are a bit difficult to serve, and we don't lack cavalry." Etila thought of the five half-griffin eggs she received a while ago, she didn't want to There are a lot of guys riding monsters in the country.

"You even gave the griffin eggs to Iris, why would you want a half-griffin?"

Imrik thought for a while and said in a low voice, "You also know about the situation of the elven horses. They are still a little weak when facing large enemies. I heard that last time Edgar was almost beheaded by a mouse troll. Riding a gun is a bit difficult."

But in a blink of an eye, he laughed at Etila who believed it to be true, "Just for fun, I asked Tehenhauin to find me a few Cold Ones, to see if I could form a squad of Cold Ones knights."

After a cold snort, Etila walked to an open-air cold drink shop and called the waiter over.

After smoothing the long skirt and sitting down, I asked my husband what he wanted to drink.

"Although I really want to have a cup of Dragon's Breath vodka, I'm afraid there is no such thing here, so let's have a cup of black tea."

"A cup of rose cold drink, a cup of black tea."

Etila slowly explained the needs to the waiter, and turned to look at Imrik who was still looking at the surrounding environment.

Noticing the look in his wife's eyes, Imrik, who was waiting for the black tea, asked curiously,

"What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

"No, it's good like this." Etila held up her long hair that was scattered around her ears, feeling that this kind of time is really rare.

After the waiter quickly brought the drinks, a pair of uninvited guests came to the side.

The very loud dwarf immediately called the waiter over,

"Two glasses of cold lemonade, the largest, with more ice."

The tall man who could barely sit on two chairs immediately refuted this opinion and said to the waiter,
"Damn it, I don't want to drink lemon juice, give me a glass of mango juice instead."

"Are you looking for a dozen? Lemon juice tastes much better than mango juice."

The dwarf glared angrily, planning to start a debate on which is better, lemon juice or mango juice.

"Come on, you're the only one who likes to drink lemon juice, waiter, replace both glasses with mango juice."

The waiter waited calmly for the end of the debate between the two. During this time, they had gotten used to the appearance of the pair.As soon as the afternoon came, the two buddies would run out of the tavern to drink a cold drink and rest for a while. After the tavern was replenished, they would continue to fight for the night.

Seeing this situation, Imrik secretly thought it was interesting, called another waiter to come over, and said in a low voice, "Serve the two people next to me black tea, the kind in a bucket, without ice."

The waiter was a little suspicious. The guards in charge of security in the city chose to walk around the two alcoholics when they saw the two drunkards. If they played tricks like this, it seemed that the end would not be very good.

"I'm their friend, you do as I tell you."

"Okay, sir."

While the tall and short buddies continued to argue, two big men came over with a wooden barrel, and the lead waiter put it on the table and said with a smile on his face,

"The gentleman next to you invited the two of you."

Agrim stopped talking, because his ruddy face looked in the direction the waiter was pointing at due to drinking too much, and he could only see a back figure and an elf woman watching a play.

The dwarf didn't see through the disguise of magic, and Damian didn't have much talent for magic, so he thought the figure from behind was someone he knew and was planning to come and see a joke.

"Someone wanted to see the jokes between the two of us, and brought a female companion, what should I say?" Agrim looked at Damian maliciously, and would return to the old world in a few days, since Thorgreen and Imrik Jointly ensure that there will be no fighting between dwarves and elves.

During this period of time, I have to convince these sharp ears, so that I will have the capital to brag when I go back.We respect the High King's order, if we don't do anything to these sharp ears, then drink them all down.

Damian stood up and hugged the two barrels, showing what to do with actions.

The wooden barrel drooped heavily, causing Etila to frown.

"My friend, you are really careless. You dare to use black tea to perfuse two warriors who are only interested in wine." Damian sneered at the elf who was still savoring the black tea with his head down, and planned to drag him directly into the tavern. There is also a person to check out.

"Oh? That's a pity. After all, what I have in my hand is black tea. Why don't you sit down and have a cup?"

Under Agrim's puzzled gaze, Damian's hideous and frightening face became calm, and he honestly found two chairs and sat down together.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, are you still afraid of these pointy ears?"

Damian took down the spoon next to the wooden barrel, filled it with a spoonful of black tea, and put it in his mouth, he couldn't help but sigh that it was delicious.

"Okay, Agrim, since we're leaving soon, let's sit down and have a drink. Speaking of which, I don't think I've had a drink with you yet." Imric didn't deliberately lower his voice, and continued, "But my task today is to go shopping with my wife, so I can only use tea instead."

After realizing that the person in front of him was Imrik, Agrim also shrugged and chose to sit down, although he had no contact with Imrik in recent years.

But he also knew that Imrik had solved a lot of troubles for himself, and the butcher who had not yet turned into a long beard was not so stubborn. The form of the world would inevitably make the relationship between the two sides closer than before.

Kadrin can also earn some benefits through the sea routes in Erengrad, and with the secret letter sent by Thorgreen before, it is better not to mention the entries in the book of hatred as much as possible.

(End of this chapter)