Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The next day, Imrik, who came to the outside of the palace, listened to Creon's report with satisfaction.

After a night of urgent study, they finally understood some rules, but at the cost of some bruises and scars on their bodies.

"What do you plan to ask them to do? You always look forward to being next to the court, which may have some influence." Creon reminded the prince that this place symbolizes the majesty of Caledor's royal family, and it is definitely not a place where they can mess around.

"Throw them to the training base in the north, equip them and send them to the Naggaroth battlefield. If they survive, they can be Caledor's soldiers. Otherwise, they are just a bunch of idiots wasting food."

"clear."

Humming a ditty, Imrik picked up the watering pot and began to water the carefully planted dragon's breath. The premise of maintaining good physical and mental health is to have something to do, otherwise, he will become like Malekith, who stays in the black tower all day and rapes Ulthuan.

Regarding the current state of the prince, Creon felt that it was okay. Although he preferred to go to the battlefield of Naggaroth, his wife's safety needed to be paid close attention to, so he could only stay by his side day and night.

A messenger came to the palace on horseback. After seeing the prince watering the flowers, he did not report to the guards according to the procedure. He got off his horse and walked up to him. After saluting, he said,

"Prince."

Imrik leveled the kettle, turned to look at the messenger,

"Achille, you need to find me specifically for something."

"The imperial envoy wants to see you, saying that he wants to further cooperate with Caledo in the military field."

These words made Imrik rub his chin. During this time, Caledon had been in a honeymoon period with the empire. The empire exported mechanical engineering technology in exchange for high-quality armaments, and actively sought Caledon’s assistance in magic.

Although this matter will cause the dwarves to criticize slightly, under the control of Thorgreen, the three parties are still in a good diplomatic environment.

What does Magnus want?Imrik was a little curious about this matter. It was impossible to give him high-end technology and items, and he didn't need to find wholesale equipment on him.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon, take them to the pavilion outside the palace, remember not to let them send some useless decorations, this is to talk about cooperation, not to give gifts."

"Yes."

It was almost two o'clock, and Imrik, who was leaning on the chair, felt that the time was almost up. He greeted Etila, picked up the fire cloud pattern robe hanging on the hanger, and walked towards the predetermined place.

The person in charge of discussing cooperation matters was Walton Otis. When he saw the Dragon Prince approaching, he immediately stood up from the gazebo and said,
"Thank you for agreeing to this matter so quickly, which makes the empire feel the enthusiasm from its allies."

Imrik signaled that there is no need to be too polite, and let the drink be poured first,

"It's just a negligible speed, just sit down first."

Walton sat down next to half of the chairs. After receiving the wine, in order to gain some distance, he mentioned what happened yesterday,
"Before discussing cooperation, I am very grateful to Prince Long for your help yesterday. If you hadn't just passed by, I might have to find a bank to buy lapis lazuli."

Waving his hand to indicate that this is nothing, and not asking him how he found out, Imrik planned to go straight to the point,

"You didn't send me a proposal, specifically what to talk about. If it is something Caledon can export, I will definitely agree."

A look of embarrassment appeared on Walton's face, and the smiling face that had been catering to him stopped, but calmed down immediately.

When discussing cooperation with Prince Long, as long as the conditions are right, there is no need to speculate too much about each other's bottom line.

"The Conqueror, the tank with the same name as the armor you wore during the Great Holy War, after the Battle of Kislev, it has been damaged and almost unusable."

"Nun's engineers tried their best to study the blueprint left by Leonardo. After more than ten years of work, they still can't do anything about this glorious tank. The steam power system of the Conqueror was seriously overloaded during the Great Holy War. Even after repairing it for a long time, it still lost part of its power."

"What do you want Caledon to do for the empire?" Imric didn't care about the special envoy's misfortune. Since he encountered a problem, the most effective way was to find a way to solve the problem instead of begging others for alms.

"Forgive me for being tedious, but I just want to tell you about the situation of the Conqueror. After it was difficult to provide sufficient power, Nun's engineers had only two options. The first was to reduce the thickness of the outer armor to maintain sufficient maneuverability; the second was to replace the artillery with a smaller caliber to reduce weight." Walton took out a letter with the Griffon wax logo from the cowhide bag, and handed it to Imric with both hands.

"This is an urgent letter from His Majesty Magnus, and I only received it last night."

After receiving the envelope, Imrik tore it open, and checked the urgent letter written by Magnus himself word by word.

After reading it, I can only say that this old boy is thinking really well, and bluntly said that he wants to use rune magic to give the tank a major upgrade.

Originally, the empire should be looking for dwarves in this matter, but the rune blacksmith, as the most stubborn long-bearded man in the Mountain Kingdom, was skeptical even if he carved runes for his own artillery, let alone for humans.

After discovering that he had run into a wall with the dwarves, Magnus immediately thought of Caledor. During the Great Crusade, the rune spells that Vaal priests provided shields for soldiers made him very envious. Combining the information obtained from the exchanges between the two parties over the years, he believed that Caledor would definitely be able to give the tank a good upgrade.

"Your emperor, you are really unique..." Imrik put the paper in the envelope, and finally when it came to the reward, Magnus thought that this matter should not be rushed, and the reward needs to be decided based on the final results.

The implication is to owe first.

"What is your decision?" Walton carefully looked at Imric, trying to detect a clue. The relationship between the Dragon Prince and the savior is very close, which is something the empire knows.

And this is why Engineer Nunn is willing to hand over the tank, a national weapon, to Caledor.

Imrik rubbed his fingers and thought about it. Tanks are a little useless for Caledon, but if he wants to maintain the combat effectiveness of the gradually increasing number of humans in the future, he may also learn from the masterpiece of Leonardo da Vinci in the Middle Ages.

Thinking of the structure of the tank, he couldn't help but frown. It would be a big project if he really wanted to enchant it.

"I already know what Magnus thinks. In principle, I don't mind providing magical support for the empire."

Joy appeared on the special envoy's face, as long as Prince Long opened his mouth, the matter would be half resolved.

"But in terms of specific implementation, this matter is not so simple."

"what do you mean?"

Imrik, who didn't intend to go around in circles, made the words clear,
"You also know that even in Caledon, the equipment of each unit is different, partly due to the characteristics of the unit, and partly due to the limitation of productivity. If you just want to reduce the weight of the Conqueror, I only need to send a Vaal priest to Nun, and it will be resolved in three days."

"But it's obviously a waste of my time. Since it's something that has been in my hands, it must be the best and strongest."

The special envoy responded immediately, "Of course, there is no doubt about it. Everyone knows that the things that come out of Caledon are the best in the world."

Imrik was quite satisfied with this remark, took out a pen and paper from his pocket, and began to plan how to modify the Conqueror tank.
"I think the caliber of the tank's artillery is not enough. At the very least, it needs to be doubled. In order to prevent the people next to the target from dying after the hit, it should be double-linked. The accuracy is not enough, and the firepower must be combined. Not only solid projectiles, but also cracked projectiles."

"But won't this cause the body to roll over due to excessive recoil, and even the people inside will be shocked to death, and the weight of the ammunition..." The special envoy who was born as a technocrat tried to refute Imrik's idea with professional knowledge, but he only saw a pair of fierce eyes.

I could only swallow a mouthful of saliva and explained, "I'm just offering you some trivial advice. If you think it's useless, please plan according to your thinking."

That's right, why is a layman talking so much nonsense, more is good, big is beautiful, billions of turrets, billions of glory.

Imrik, who was interrupted by the envoy's words, pondered for a while, then continued,
"There is also a secondary gun. Your firearm is too boring. In order to deal with the Ratmen, Caledo specially designed a flamethrower that can fight against large groups of enemies at close range. It can be turned into a vehicle after modification."

"The head of the tank must be pointed, so that it will hit people hard, but human manufacturing technology makes me very worried. It may hit a piece of iron and have to stop."

It's our fault, I'm so sorry.Walton complained in his heart. When it comes to steel processing technology, besides the dwarves, who else can compare with Caledo.

Suddenly, Imrik made an important decision, since he wanted to play, the big
"How about this, I have the manufacturing technology of the dragon blade. Although it must have been improved for the empire, it is guaranteed that even if it hits the city wall, it will immediately make a hole."

But how to solve the power source, the speed is the guarantee of the power of the impact, is this sure not to make a living coffin?Walton immediately wanted to make an opinion, but seeing that Prince Long seemed obsessed with the small world and couldn't extricate himself, he could only choose to shut up.

But who knows, Imrik actually stopped, rubbed his chin to think, and then asked the special envoy, "Do you have any other tanks that you want to modify? I think there are too many upgradeable solutions for this thing, and one is not enough to play." (End of this chapter)