Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"If your boss makes a move, do you have the confidence to stop it?"

Attila was going to tease Mugor, it was rare to find such an interesting big man, and he couldn't let it go easily.

Mu Geer hesitated for a while, thought for a moment, touched the back of his head and said naively,
"I thought you should be able to beat the boss, and we will cheer for you."

"What you said is indeed a fact." Imrik nodded in agreement, but what he got was a thrashing attack from Etila.

"What are you talking about here?" Etila pretended to be coquettish, but there was a large group of people watching, and she actually said such words.

Imrik, who was so disgusted by his wife, had to stop making jokes,
"Okay, as if I didn't say anything."

The big ogre, who didn't understand what state he was in, chose the most correct move, silently waiting for the communication between his elder brother and sister-in-law to end.

After wrestling with Attila, Imric recalled that there were still a few ogres waiting to be dealt with.

Instead, he began to communicate with his wife in Elvish language, "Why don't you send them to the city's defenders for a while?"

Who knew that Etila glanced at them in disgust, and said, "You took the initiative to accept them as younger brothers just now, why did you ask me instead?"

"How to deal with it is your business, but you must agree in advance that these ogres are not allowed to enter the palace."

Why did this woman change her face in a blink of an eye? She seemed very interested in these ogres just now.

Imrik, who couldn't figure it out, chose not to think about it, and said to Mugol,
"Although I haven't decided what you want to do yet, since you want me to take care of the food, you have to be prepared to fight. I don't support idlers, especially those who are particularly edible like you."

"We fought fiercely. Before that group of Tyreans were robbed by black bean sprouts, I smashed the head of the knife-wielding leader into meatloaf."

"You're talking about holding a knife head. Is it because the helmet has a gold plaque and a cape is hanging on the back?"

Mu Geer recalled it for a while, and it seemed that it was extremely painful to think of a food. After all, who can remember how much bread he has eaten in this life.

"It seems that he also cut my hand." After saying this, Mu Geer raised his arm, and a wound that seemed to have just healed was at the front.

It seems that the wound was caused by the Messer knife, and it should be the leader of the Black Ark who was responsible for the looting.

After making a judgment on him in his heart, Imrik took a different view of the ogre's fighting power. Although he thought he was good, 90.00% of the people in this world were the same in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be able to kill the leader of the Black Ark of Drucci. It can be regarded as a small contribution to this world. If this is the case, then come with me."

Seeing a large group of onlookers, Imrik unceremoniously reprimanded you to get out of the way, put Etila on Mortellius' back, and waved for Mugel and his party to follow.

Mu Geer, who was confused about the situation, chose to follow the pace of the new boss. As long as there is food to eat, it is a paradise for ogres. Who cares where they will go later.

A group of people met the curious eyes and walked slowly towards the palace outside the city. During this period, Mu Geer kept asking the boss's name and what he did, but they only got a subtle look.

When he walked to the spacious granite road outside the palace, Mu Geer finally realized what was going on. Even a fool would know what the palaces not far away symbolized.

"Boss, I think you must be a high-ranking official, the kind who can talk to Chief Caledon, just like when I was a big man when I was in the tribe."

"Hehe, you really have a smart head. If you weren't an ogre, you might already be rich."

The dragon halberd guards in charge of vigilance noticed the huge shadow in the night, its size was far beyond ordinary people, and a group of guards holding red halberds rushed over under the leadership of Creon.

"Stop!"

Creon first went through the link formally, and saw the two leaders, and quickly understood what was going on.

Although his appearance has been disguised by magic, the gemstone on Mortellius' neck is not deceiving. Just this dragon-shaped enchanted ruby ​​can already buy several large merchant ships. Even in the elven society that values ​​mounts, only the prince is so proud.

"Kryon, take these ogres to find a place to live, but not in the palace, and let them know what the rules are by the way."

what?
These words made Creon puzzled. Caledon's current structure is already complicated enough, including the court. The native land is still the original elf residents, but Qingyan Port now has an unbelievable number of races.

The refugees brought from Kislev during the Great Jihad, the slaves rescued by going north to Naggaros, and the population bought by Araby, if you count the lizardmen who don't appear often, it is simply a mixed population.

But even in this case, there are still a few ogres added.

But seeing that the prince had left with his wife, he could only sigh. He didn't expect to have to deal with ogres one day. This was really an unexpected thing.

"Let's go, let's go, continue to stand on duty, and change shifts when the time comes." Creon waved his hand to signal the guard behind him to leave, and then looked at the excited ogre.

After a while, I can only feel that I don't understand, if the ogre can enter the palace of the dragon, it will be ridiculed by everyone.

But an order is an order after all, so I can only say with a cold face,

"You guys, follow me."

"Who are you? My boss just said that I want you to arrange meals, but he didn't say that I want to listen to you." Mu Geer was a bit stubborn, and slightly misinterpreted the meaning of the boss.

Creon sneered for a while, good guy, these ogres can't even see the iconic golden dragon armor of the flame knight, don't blame yourself for messing with them later.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that here, everyone except the prince and madam has to listen to me."

"Isn't that my boss has to listen to you?"

"You don't know his identity?" Creon was a little strange, thinking that these ogres came here with shamelessness, but it didn't seem to be the case.

"The boss must be a high-ranking official, otherwise it would be impossible to come here." A younger brother vowed, this is the result of his observation all the way.

Mu Geer nodded in agreement, crossed his chest and asked the golden bean sprouts,

"You heard it all, my boss is a high-ranking official, what role are you in?"

Creon covered his forehead, unable to understand such an obvious equivalence relationship, so he could only say that he is indeed an ogre.

"Well, your boss, Prince Caledor, is the owner of this palace and the object to which all the dragon princes swear their allegiance..."

Unexpectedly, these words made Mu Geer tremble immediately, and asked in disbelief,
"What, my boss is Chief Calledo, don't lie to me."

"It's a fact. The lady next to her is the wife of Prince Caledon."

"It's over, I actually praised Caledo's beauty just now, will I be fed to the sharks later?"

After Creon explained in a simple way, Mu Geer understood that the bean sprouts who just shook hands was the prince, and the next thing was to be led by the golden bean sprouts to find a place to live, and then figure out the rules.

After knowing that nothing happened, Mu Geer was quite proud, looked up at this beautiful area for a while,
"Since my boss is the prince, then I, like you, am a big man under the boss. What qualifications do you have to teach me how to behave?"

Creon, who had expected this situation, shrugged, raised the lapis lazuli long-handled hammer in his hand, and said provocatively,
"Or just try and see who teaches the rules." (End of this chapter)