Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

After Judith left, Mazov entered the camp, his left eye pierced by Druzzi's crossbow bolt in an encounter.

Although life was barely saved after first aid, the brain damage seemed to make the villain crazier than ever.

He unloaded the grenade from his waist, threw it on the camp bed, and looked at Lasker, who was still thinking about it.

"It seems that our great philosopher is still thinking about some problems that only the gods can understand."

"I'm just looking for answers."

Mazov leaned on the camp bed, resting his head on his hands, no longer looking into Lasker's eyes,
"The premise of finding an answer is to have a question, but you don't even seem to understand what the question is now."

"You seem to be better at thinking about these abstract concepts than I am." Lasker replied bluntly.

"It's just a trivial intuition. Everyone knows that I'm just a villain who likes to blow up the enemy when they want to surrender."

"What do you seem to want to say?" Lasker stared at his old friend, trying to find some traces of the past from that increasingly ferocious face.

Mazov got up and stood opposite Lasker in the same posture.

"I just want to remind you not to forget the oath of Winter's Blood."

There was a hint of ferocity on the face of Lasker who was opposite him, but he quickly restrained it.

He knew very well what this sentence meant, because of his position, and having been summoned twice by the Dragon Prince alone, the Dragon Princes generally treated him much better than the other captains.

This caused a lot of criticism, and the learning of elf knowledge along the way deepened everyone's doubts.

"You think I'm a traitor?"

"No, never." Mazov shook his head and said, "I know better than anyone else that you love that cold land more than we do."

"Then why did you say such things and test our friendship for many years in this way?" Lasker clenched the wooden cup in his hand, which was one of the few items he had always carried with him from the old world.

Just because it has the logo of Misha's Eagle engraved on it, which is the last echo of the destroyed homeland of Crettonal.

But Mazov didn't have the slightest intention to answer. Perhaps in his eyes, when Raskol said this sentence, he was already testing the friendship between the two.

"Do you still remember why you joined the mercenary army?"

Raskol fell into a long memory. He still remembered the night after the end of the Great Jihad, and he also remembered the embarrassment of being hunted down in the alley.

Even though countless life and death fights in the past eight years made him feel that most of his memories were about the battlefield, but this distant scene was still engraved in his mind.

"Gate Yeluojin family..."

"That's right, the Gate Yelokin family, an obscene, dirty, vassal of the high-sounding holy purpose and lingering, using violence and money as a disguise, continue to use their ugly power."

"Don't you want revenge? Gait Yeluojin snatched Goncharova, the woman who makes you dream." Mazov's words seemed to become the devil's whisper, seducing Lasko layer by layer. you.

"Think about everything you have now, the status, wealth, and power you have gained from the mercenaries. If you want to, go back to Kislev, and this pathetic family named Gate Yelokin will be destroyed immediately."

Raskol was silent for a long time. Yes, he had obtained wealth from the mercenaries that he could not have imagined before. Even in the extremely expensive Dragon Bay, he could buy a manor and enjoy a peaceful life.

Many people are willing to follow his command, thinking that this lucky non-commissioned officer has the protection of the gods, no matter how difficult the task is, he can successfully complete it.

As for strength, look at the "Hell Flame" pistol that was placed in the wooden cabinet and was bestowed by the Dragon Prince for his outstanding performance in chasing and killing ratmen.Raskol knew that a burst of bullets could take out the so-called strong Kislev.

But he still refused, "Revenge is a fool's game, and I am not qualified to participate. After returning to China, I plan to establish a chamber of commerce in Erengrad, so that the Crettonians who lost their homes in the Great Jihad can find a place to make a living. "

"Your answer is still so surprising, but I know you, and I know Kislev better. The moment you step into the frozen ground, everything will change."

After finishing speaking, Mazov took out a holy book of the Tai Orthodox Church from the wooden cabinet, opened a page at will,
"Peter did what was evil in the eyes of Urson, imitating the abominations of the former inhabitants; those Ugols whom Urson had driven out when the children of Jay came into the land.

He restored the destroyed statues of evil gods, and imitated the indulgence of the Ugols, hiding wine and food in the palace, and worshiping desire.

He built pagan altars in the temple where Erson commanded that the great bear should be worshiped forever, and he put pride and arrogance in the two courtyards beside the temple.

He turned his son into a sacrifice to please evil and killed him; he believed in divination and witchcraft, and asked wizards wandering around the world to find evil things.He committed the unforgivable sin, against the gods, against everything. "

King Peter's prayer, Raskol quickly recalled the source of this passage.

After the Gospodars came to Kislev, a tsar named Peter committed the crime of impiety, and was reduced to ashes in the ice and snow of Ursun and the thunder of Sol.

"I don't think the mistakes made by the Gate Yelokin family can be compared with Peter's. I don't think about stupid behaviors like revenge. It's just a waste of energy out of thin air."

He thought Mazov was just saying this to show how ugly this family was.

But Mazov closed the book, with a strange gleam in his eyes, and a slightly fanatical tone,
"Soon, soon the judgment will come. No evil can hide in the land where the gods live. Only the angels will freeze the soul with cold wind, burn the body with flame, and smash everything with thunder."

"You are really a little crazy. You'd better find an elf doctor to check your brain before you leave. Kislev doesn't have such conditions." Sleep and get ready for tomorrow's fight.

Mazov, who was said to be a lunatic, put the scriptures back in place, and silently looked at Lasker who closed his eyes.

Revelation?Or is it a hallucination?Mazov didn't want to delve too much into this point.

After Duluqi's crossbow bolts pierced his eye sockets, countless illusions were created in his mind. The laborers who were whipped carried stones to rebuild the first line of defense, Prag, and the howling snow of winter buried endless bones.

Refugees gathered around the city were driven across the north to reclaim the ruined land for the Boyers; and a snow palace filled with the blood of Lady Kisly and the Imperials.

The crimson liquid flows in the ice sculpture, like a snow lotus blooming in the cold wind.

Thinking of the mission that might have emerged in him, Mazov satirized for a moment,
"A villain can also get the so-called divine revelation, which is really a good treatment." (End of this chapter)