Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

While the four bastards were drinking in the Qingyan Harbor Tavern, an envelope had been delivered to Naggaroth in the north.

In the woodland with a little snow and ice, the envoy responsible for sending letters to the soldiers carried his luggage and handed over the messages from afar to those who needed them.

Oliveira, who was holding a lunch box, was a little envious. After all, he hadn't received a letter from Wind Howl City for a long time, mainly because he thought that this kind of concern would make him feel nostalgic, and he couldn't maintain his best condition on the battlefield.

Seeing the joyful faces of his comrades, checking the letters from home in the light, he sighed a little,
"After this battle, take a leave of absence and go home to see your son. It will be almost six years in a blink of an eye. I am really an incompetent father."

"Captain Oliveira, I have your letter."

He was a little surprised by the messenger's words, but he still stopped holding the rice and took the unpretentious letter.

"Thank you."

After the courier continued his duties and left, Oliveira glanced down. The sender was Nemo of Tal Kared.

Nameless?How could anyone be called that name.

Walking to a corner, squatting down and opening the envelope, Patou saw familiar handwriting, which Oliveira was very familiar with.

There is no mistake, this is the prince's handwriting, which he has seen countless times on his noble canonization book.

"To the fearless Oliveira,
I believe you should be able to guess who I am, so you don't need to talk too much. I hope that after the battle of Krakalond, you will temporarily escape from Patunuin's claws and join a newly established knight order.

They are all composed of the best young people in Caledor. I believe they need a person's guidance to avoid making irreparable mistakes when they act in the old world, and I also firmly believe that you are the right person for this. "

The words were short, but the amount of information in them was not small, Oliveira frowned.

When he communicated with some dragon princes before, he heard that a knight order had been formed in the country. He originally guessed that it was used to gild young nobles.

It's like the silver-helmed knight's fancy but useless stuff, but what the prince meant, it didn't seem to be the case.

Out of confusion, Oliveira chose to find the old superior champion warrior Masno with doubts, and brought a box lunch with him.

After obtaining permission, he entered the central camp, and saw Masno holding an iron box in his left hand and a spoon in his right. He was eating unconsciously, but his eyes were fixed on various military analysis on the table.

Noticing Oliveira coming in, Masno raised his head, and a smile appeared on his stern face.This soldier, who was born as a commoner, has won a lot of honors. Since the battle of the Fennoire Plain, he has followed him all the way, and he is a confidant.

"What makes you take the initiative to find me?"

Oliveira forwarded the letter to Masnow. It is best to be clear about this kind of military dispatch mission, otherwise the person who will be unlucky in the end will only be the person who executes it.

After receiving the letter, Masnow took a few glances and understood the doubts of his subordinates, and explained,
"Although I don't know about it, I still agree with the prince's idea. The giant horned viper needs an experienced person to supervise the operation, but this person can't be too prominent in honor, otherwise it will make them lose their autonomy, such as Talk about old antiques like us."

After making a joke, Oliveira also relaxed a little. The champion warrior sometimes seems too friendly, but this is also one of the reasons why the soldiers respect him.

But some confusion still exists, asked,

"But my strength may not be enough to guarantee them to survive the crisis."

Masno motioned Oliveira to sit down first, "You don't have to worry about this. What they need is someone who can help them make up their minds. After all, the members of this knight order are all young people, except for Ai Elvis has some battlefield experience, and most of the others have only dealt with the Druzzi pirates."

After getting the answer, Oliveira no longer hesitated. Since both the prince and the champion warrior thought so, there was nothing to worry about. Even if the military duties were put on hold, they would definitely be compensated in other ways later.

"I understand."

Davian suddenly opened the tent and walked in. Seeing two people holding lunch boxes, he smiled, "I didn't mean to disturb the candlelight dinner for the two of you, did I?"

"Your Excellency Davian." Oliveira got up to salute, but was quickly stopped by Davian.

"How many times have I told Oliveira, you are already a nobleman, and your position belongs to a senior officer. You don't need to salute us Dragon Princes on any occasion."

Oliveira shook his head, noncommittal about this matter, for some more open-minded dragon princes, this is indeed feasible.But some people with stubborn thinking don't think so. They firmly believe that even if a commoner becomes a noble, they are still a commoner, which is fundamentally different from their noble blood.

The prince sometimes deliberately emphasized that the dragon tamer family is no different from other people. I really don't understand whether the so-called nobility comes from blood or arrogance.

After finding a chair at random, Davian sat down and began to explain the progress of this time,

"Shadow King has successfully pulled in Druzzi's reinforcements from Hagrid Grave. Tyrion led the dragon fleet to block Caron Dekar. Prince Eldraine's chariot troops are ready, and Eltharion is also ready Good to fight with the dragon."

"What's the situation in the underground sea?" Maslow stopped eating, and the reason why he didn't launch a general attack was the underground sea in Krakalund. A few years ago, under the leadership of the King of Shadows, although a shipyard was destroyed.

But the King of Shadows only knew about one of the tributary routes, and if he wanted to kill all Du Luqi in Krakaronda, he had to completely cut off his escape route.

"Actually, it's kind of bad." Taking out a recently made map of the subterranean tributaries, Davian explained,

"The outlet of a main tributary of the Underground Sea is located in the south of Hagrid Graves. It is difficult for our current military power to reach here."

Twisting his body, as a staff officer, he continued to explain to the commander-in-chief, waiting for the final decision,

"Currently we have two methods. The first is to raid Karakarond and reach the entrance of the underground sea as quickly as possible."

"It's unrealistic. We can't afford such a loss." Maslow shook his head slowly. One of the reasons why Krakalund has not been breached for a long time is the large amount of long-range projectile firepower on the city wall.

Even if the storm breaks the city, the army must arrive at the entrance of the underground sea while the Hell's Calamity family is running away, which will cause a lot of casualties.

Davian who got the reply also knew that this plan was unreliable, so he explained the second,

"I contacted Lord Mazdamurdi, hoping that he can personally block the Underground Sea. Lord Slann said that this matter is in line with his understanding of the grand plan, and killing Drucci is part of it."

"What's the price?" Masnow knew that if it was so simple, Davian would not make a special trip, and even proposed two plans.

Davian used magic to create a phantom projection, and the area centered on Karakalund collapsed downwards, and the sea water poured down here, forming a lake.

"The terrain around Krakalund would be severely altered, most likely turning into a huge uninhabitable lake."

"This seems like a good idea." Masnow quite agrees with this plan. The land of Naggaroth was not intended to be used for living, so it sank.

As for how many Druccis in it will die?For this problem, he was more willing to find useful slaves. Caledo had only one attitude towards Drucci, which was to kill them all.

Davian grinned, revealing a cruel smile,

"Then make final preparations. I can't wait to see all these Trudeaus die in this cold land."

"Why not." Although Masnow's expression looked very peaceful, the bloodlust in his eyes was exactly the same as that of Davian.

Listening to the exchange between the two officers, Oliveira knew that this battle was probably much simpler than imagined. I heard that Davian always had a hole card that was not used. I hope this will not kill all high-value targets. Light.

Otherwise, where to find the medal of merit. (end of this chapter)