Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 473 Peeping at the Siphon Bottle

In the dark night, two mysterious people whispered to each other, explaining what they got today.

"how is the situation?"

"650 people, with basic combat capabilities."

Elvis was visibly relieved, the number of people was within expectations, he was afraid that someone would deliberately hinder him, and in the end he could only find someone who could be in charge of logistics.

"How is your situation?" Orthea's face became a little more tired, and only after she really got started, would she realize how cumbersome things she didn't care about before.

If it wasn't for Creon's help, it meant that the prince had indeed obtained the consent. Otherwise, it might take a day to go to the government to get the recruitment approval.

"It's okay, Juan is more suitable for us than other priests." Elvis said something that happened yesterday. After receiving the funds, Priest Vaal chose to invest it in the mortar he was developing.

According to Juan's description, this thing may change the pattern of small-scale battles, and it is just suitable for the battles that the current number of giant vipers can carry out.

As for the Wrath of Sotek, this rotary cannon has been handed over to Pacal. With the power of the Sealed Monitor Lizard, it can be manipulated with one hand, and with its extraordinary IQ, Slann wants to see it. Shout out heresy.

Orthea suggested, "Go for a drink. I heard that there is a new tavern opened in the west, and the reputation is not bad."

"Yeah." Elvis didn't refute, it was indeed a bit busy during this time, so a drink is a good choice.

After arriving at the tavern, the two first sat at the No. [-] bar, habitually scouting the surrounding environment.

The decoration style is the forest style of Charis. A large number of animal furs and bone horns are hung on the walls, and green potted plants are placed in various places.

Even the wooden tables at the bar are a bit rough and uneven, and the number of people is relatively small. Only a dozen or so elves stay in each area.

The bartender wearing a white lion cloak wiped the glass and asked, "What do you two need?"

"A glass of malt wine with ice cubes." Elvis handed the wine list to the lady next to him and stretched himself.

"Why would you want to drink something like malt wine? It's obviously only drunk by monkeys." Althea obviously had doubts about his cousin's taste, and looked at the wine list, "A glass of woodland wine."

"At that time in Kislev, clean water was difficult to find, and even the snow that fell had a chaotic smell, and the remaining alcohol had to be given priority to the wounded. I drank imperial alcohol for a week." Elvis casually answer, go on,
"That smell, to be honest, I will never forget it in my life."

"You have really evolved into a monkey step by step." Orthea gave him a look of contempt.

Elvis smiled wryly for a while. Cousin's character might cause a lot of trouble in the old world. At that time, there would be no family to provide shelter. Chaos believers would not care if they were Caledonians or not. As long as they could please the dark gods, it would be fine. Can do it all.

After taking the wine glasses, they touched each other to celebrate the start of a new career.

The bartender behind the bar looked at the man and woman, and found it interesting. The age difference was not too big, and they looked quite familiar, but they were not lovers.

The undisguised look of disdain was not feigned, and he asked curiously, "You Caledos are all like this. You like to go out to drink with friends of the same age and the opposite sex to relieve your worries?"

Elvis asked what he meant. The relationship between himself and Orthea can only be said to be different in gender, that is, he grew up wearing a pair of pants.

The bartender pointed to another bar and motioned for the two to look.

I saw a complaining man with a bitter face, and a man facing him.

The man turned his back to them, so he couldn't see his face clearly, while the woman's face was bitter, but the emotion in her eyes was not deceiving.

But this is not the most important thing, Elvis's hand holding the cup suddenly squeezed hard, almost crushing the wooden wall, and immediately turned around, as if seeing an incredible scene.

On the other hand, Orthea had the same reaction.

"Why Phyllis...my sister is here." Orthea turned her head, trying not to be discovered.

"How do I know, and look at her eyes, does the cycad tree bloom?" Elvis was full of shock, knowing that this is the person nicknamed the Iron Lady, and nothing good will happen to her.

He is stern and selfless, and specializes in handling some troublesome things for the prince.

After hesitating for a long time, curiosity outweighed fear, Orthea raised her eyebrows and turned to the left, meaning very simple, she wanted to go and have a look.

Turning their backs to the left and changing positions, the two began to listen to the communication between Phyllis and the mysterious man.

Imrik leaned against the bar, drank the dwarven beer in the glass, stretched out his hand to signal the bartender to continue, and complained to his good brother Phyllis,
"I know why the old man stays in the barracks all day. After getting married, he really can't do whatever he wants."

"I have a lot of things to do, but I still have to spend some private time with her. Oh, it's too difficult for me."

Phyllis originally wanted to agree, but it was hard to hide the pride on Imrik's face even though he was complaining.

Sighing, she could only complain that she didn't seize the opportunity. When she was ignorant, the madam even said she wanted to be the prince's partner. Why did she despise him as a crybaby at that time.

"I really envy you, you still have a home."

Imrik took the Torrent Pass beer, poured the wine from Lothern for Phyllis, and asked,
"By the way, you are not young anymore. The age difference between us seems to be a few years. I can already be considered a late marriage. Do you want to delay it?"

"I haven't found someone I like, so let's do it for now. If it doesn't work, I'll marry Wang Guo and dedicate my life." Phyllis made a bitter smile, expressing that she didn't want to continue talking about this matter.

Imrik gave a thumbs up and praised, "You are so ambitious, I like people like you."

Even though she knew that he said it out of his status as a prince, Felice was still a little happy, but when she thought about the reality, she decided to forget it, and shouldn't have unrealistic fantasies.

Picking up the vodka on the table, he poured it in another cup, "It's dry."

"Can you drink it? This thing is a bit exciting." Imrik was a little skeptical. You must know that vodka is something that almost no elf can drink it except for the dragon prince and his gang.

"Don't forget, when you first drank, I brought it with you."

Imrik, who was exposed, was furious immediately. He planned to speak with the facts and put on the same one. After clinking glasses with Phyllis, he touched the bottom of the glass to the table.

Instead, it was the two young people in the seat next to them, carefully looking at the table. Although they didn't address them in the communication, they still guessed who the person who disguised himself with magic was.

"It's really a piece of wood. Even the stubborn stone on the Dragon's Back Mountain understands women's hearts better than him." Orthea whispered, relying on Elvis to pretend to be a couple to avoid being noticed.

But Elvis was not at all interested in the sought-after woman beside him, and patted her hand to show that he should be honest and not move around.

"Don't talk. If you let them know that we are eavesdropping, you will be hanged in the Longji Mountains the next day."

But it was too late. Imrik, who was clinking glasses with Phyllis, heard a familiar voice and immediately located its source.

When I saw Elvis and Orthea pretending to be a couple to eavesdrop, I was immediately furious. How could I dare to despise my majesty like this after I let it out for a while? If I continue like this, will I still have any personal space? .

"Elvis, come here."

The young man who was reprimanded trembled a little, put on a desperate expression, and planned to get up and go to the prince's place.

Orthea looked at saying goodbye to the warrior, and watched her cousin go to accept the catastrophe.

Just when she thought she had escaped, she heard a voice as clear as a nightingale's cry,

"Orthea, I don't know how Agsel taught you to secretly follow Elvis to a place like a tavern. Do you know how much misunderstanding this will cause between your families?"

No, people in the family must think that we are just here to have fun, and there will be no other ideas.

Orthea, with a sad face, followed her cousin to accept the double fight.

"temple……"

Before Elvis finished speaking, Imrik had picked up the vodka bottle and said to the brat standing there,
"Punish yourself three cups first."

Then he glanced at Orthea who was hiding behind his cousin, and waved her to come over.
"You can do it yourself."

After the two drank the fine wine respectively, looking at the bartender with curious eyes in the bar, Imrik could only sigh. He obviously wanted to have a good drink with his old friend, but why did two more stinky brats come here.

It's not appropriate to tell them to leave now, so I can only choose to change positions.

Coming to the long table in the corner, Imrik originally thought that Elvis would sit with him, but he didn't expect to be glared at by Phyllis, and the brat was scared.

"I really don't understand. How did I think you were a good herald at the time? It's kind of like a model soldier."

"Hey, I'm overwhelmed, I'm overwhelmed." Elvis, who turned around the back of his head, was a little embarrassed, but in Imrik's view, he just needed a beating.

His father died too early in the battle, and his mother was unable to raise him normally because of depression, so he had to throw it to Orthea's mother, and let him grow up with the two of them.

But why, bringing children to the military camp, I still don't understand this matter.

"Forget it, since this is the occasion, don't treat me as a prince. Originally, I wanted to have a drink with Phyllis to catch up, but I didn't expect to meet you two brats."

There was a look of sadness in Imrik's eyes, who picked up the wine glass. Who said that the daily life of the Dragon Prince is to prepare for war and find dragons, so there is no reason why he can't find someone to drink and chat with.

"Phyllis..." Orthea, who was originally called according to her seniority, saw a strange smile appearing in those touching eyes, and immediately changed her words,

"Sister, why do you have time to come to the tavern today?"

But Phyllis just sighed resentfully, and she didn't know who she was talking about, "I have time every day, but I just can't find anyone to come."

Imrik immediately retorted, "What did you say? You just said that you would dedicate your life to the kingdom. Sure enough, you women are all alike. What you just said can change your face."

"Hehe, I don't know who said that I will only live with giant dragons in this life, but it turned out that I found a woman to marry." Felice is not like the two little guys in front of her who care about the status of the next person's prince. .

"It's because I was ignorant back then, my father also made this kind of oath back then, or everyone in the family has similar words, why don't people say it, you remember it most clearly."

"I still remember that Madam wanted to give birth to a younger sister for you, lest the family be a group of warriors who only know how to fight."

While the two were arguing, the other two stinky brats looked at each other in dismay. They were sure that this was the dragon lord known for his ruthlessness, and the iron lady who was in charge of dealing with domestic spies?No matter how you look at them, they look like a pair of old enemies.

Orthea was a little curious, and asked Felice who was opposite her, "Sister Felice, you and the prince knew each other a long time ago?"

Before Felice could answer, Imrik took over the topic, "You guys don't know how popular Felice was at that time, the people who propose marriage can be lined up from Windhowling City to Kared, if your father is late Leaving the palace must be one of them."

Orthea, who got the information, analyzed it for a while. His father's age is now 370 years old, and he was 250 years old when he left the court. Combined with the age of the prince and the common age for elves to marry, that is to say.

"You are almost three hundred..."

The murderous gaze was fixed on this unrestrained little girl, what Felice hated most was when someone mentioned her age.

In order to ease the murderous atmosphere, Elvis coughed twice, intending to change the topic,

"Prince, Juan's affairs should be arranged by you?"

Hearing this, Imrik nodded and said that it was indeed the case, "Priest Juan has a lot of ideas. Although it is a bit deviant, it is still an optional development path."

"What we need to face is unprecedented pressure. I need every available strength."

Elvis, who came out of the Sotek Blood Pyramid, vaguely sensed the meaning of Imrik's words, nodded to express his understanding, and wanted to express some considerations,

"After we go to the Old World, it will definitely attract a lot of attention. The first thing we need to face is the Norse Chaos believers in the north."

"If you want to gain a strategic advantage, it is undoubtedly extremely passive to use the northern part of the empire as the battle location."

"What's your idea?" Hearing this, Imrik knew that the brat had a different idea. Since the young people are working so hard, it makes no sense not to support them.

Elvis didn't rush to say it, dipped his fingers in the wine, and drew the outline of the Sea of ​​Claws on the table, "The imperial navy's control area only stays in the sea area on the border of the country, which is what the Norse raids can often achieve. the key to success."

"If we want to turn passive into active, we need to choose to actively control the sea area, otherwise all actions will only temporarily relieve the pressure."

Imrik agreed with Elvis' judgment. The strength of the Azul navy made it unnecessary to care too much about the invasion of the Norse barbarians. Unless they came to Ulthuan with Druzzi, it would be difficult A substantial breakthrough has been made.

But the situation in the empire is a little bit worse. The Nordland is the one that insists on naval warfare in the north. In theory, the Church of Mannen, which should make the most outstanding contribution to the empire's naval warfare, is limited to the Westland due to its location. Most of the time choose to ignore the situation.

Although Magnus really wants to make a breakthrough in this, the ten-year army and the one-hundred-year navy are not empty words. Even if the training time is fast, a lot of money will be invested in the production and research of related equipment.

Judging from the current financial situation of the palace of the savior, this matter is estimated to be dragged on for a long time.

"You don't mean you want me to give you two royal warships, do you?" Imrik raised his eyebrows and looked at Elvis. You must know that the cost of warships is not cheap, and a single gunboat cannot form an effective combat force. , not to mention the associated personnel.

"Why, I'm a fool, and I know that warships need professionals to operate them. With Caledon's current situation, it is definitely impossible to form an effective fleet." Elvis explained for a moment, and then finally revealed fox tail,
"But I heard from Priest Juan that the Church of Vaal is presiding over the construction of a new type of ark at sea. It is different from the two battleships launched before, and it is a big guy that can truly form an independent combat unit. I thought, since the place of action is in In the old world, it is definitely difficult to receive domestic materials, so it is better to produce them locally, so as not to waste transportation power."

"You brat, you're quite well informed." Imrik shook his head, admiring Elvis' intelligence gathering ability.

The Wrath of Vaal and the Holy Flame of Ardaeus are two giant battleships at sea because the power source is difficult to support the floating spell, but since Kroka's resurrection, the siphon bottle manufacturing technology used to build the giant network of spiritual veins has been reproduced in the world.

I ordered two siphon bottles before, and planned to create a maritime combat unit based on two giant arks. The manufacturing has been basically completed, but the relevant personnel are still being deployed.

"You agreed?" Elvis was a little surprised. As long as we have this ark, we don't have to be limited by the empire's supply line at all. We don't need to ask for help at all, and we can do whatever we want.

"In principle, I have no objection to this matter." Looking at Elvis's smiling face, Imrik poured cold water on it,
"But the core of building an ark is a lizardman's item. I only have two items in my hand. If you want to build one as a military stronghold for the Giant Viper, you'd better ask Tehenhauin if there is a way."

(End of this chapter)