Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

It has been a while since Agrim left the New World. Relying on his outstanding personal strength and Damian's assistance, the Butcher assisted the High King in recovering the Mad Dog Gap when he planned to return to Karak Kadrin through the underground tunnel. A little favor.

At least for a short period of time, this mountain passage connecting Eternal Peak and Iron Peak Fortress can be regarded as safe.

To celebrate this great victory, and to celebrate the first fulfillment of the vow of the Wraith Bearer to cleanse all hatred upon his coronation, a feast unique to the Dwarves was held among the mountains.

As the host, the High King first thanked Prince Kadrin who had just returned to the Mountains at the Edge of the World. A bucket of Bergmann No. Damian also won a barrel.

"To our esteemed friend." At Thorgrim's order, the dwarves began the banquet. These chattering, tenacious creatures liked to communicate more than anyone else, bragging to each other about how many goblins they had killed on the battlefield, and how much money they had for the battle axes. How much luster it adds.

As a guest, Agrim didn't have stage fright either. During the years in the New World, he had developed a social aura. As long as he wasn't embarrassed, it was others who were embarrassed.

As for the little action that Thorgreen kept raising his eyebrows to suggest, he didn't see it at all.

It was Damian who noticed the dwarf on the main seat, flicked the back of Agrim's head with his fingers, and said, "The High King seems to be looking at you."

Agrim, who put down the wine barrel, wiped the liquid from his beard and looked at the High King, feeling a little puzzled.

Could it be that when he swung the Grimnir Ax too hard, his forehead cramped as a result?Sure enough, he is still too young and needs more training.

Seeing that Agrim didn't respond, knowing that the butcher royal family's single-minded brain was at work, Thorgreen stretched out three fingers, indicating that we would meet later.

No matter how straightforward he was, Agrim knew what it meant, nodded slightly to show that he understood, and began to brag about his experience in the New World to the white beards of the various clans present.

Not only did he kill many beasts and monsters that he had never seen before, but he also killed a member of the Thirteenth Council of the Ratman, which aroused suspicion for a while, after all, it was equivalent to killing a king.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, the High King withdrew from the banquet, and the natural patience of the dwarves was also displayed at the banquet. It would not be considered a success if it did not last for one night.

And Agrim, who was still bragging to others, could only put down the wine barrel, saying that he wanted to put some water, and followed the Supreme King to the tent.

"How is Caledor doing?"

Solgreen chose to ask Agrim straight to the point. Originally, his uncle's idea was to distract Agrim and avoid abnormalities in the election of the High King. However, it seems that he was not disgusted by Imrik at all when he boasted about what he had seen and heard along the way. Arranged in the front line combat position.

Although it is difficult for an honest head to succeed as a spy, at least some intelligence is still there.

Agrim, who was still a little drunk, sat down, and when he heard this, his face darkened, and he sighed and said,
"If you want me to say, at least it is much better than us."

"Tell me your opinion." Thorgreen did not rush to deny this conclusion. Although the dwarves who went to the New World for trade sent back a lot of information, they believed that the Young Dragon Bay and Qingyan Port could indeed provide Caledor with a lot of resources and manpower, but It is impossible to restore the military strength of the era of giant dragons covering the sun.

"They... like Masno, you know, the dragon prince who scouted Praga in the Great Jihad last time."

Thorgreen nodded, he was particularly impressed by the Great Jihad, even with several dragon princes.

"I fought side by side with him on the front line for four years, and I saw him kill at least two disaster lords, as well as countless rat warlords. And there are at least four or five such people in Caledon One, like Damian outside." Now Agrim doesn't think he will lose to Damian, but it is not easy to win, and it is difficult to judge if it is not a life-and-death situation.

At least judging from Damian's current performance, the War Undertaker is still a little sure, but if he wins this one, there will probably be a few more. I heard that there are two other humans with similar strength to him. I really don't know the background of Caledon How solid.

Thorgreen wiped his beard and thought about it carefully, although the relationship between Eternal Peak and Caledor was done out of interests.

But there is no doubt that Caledon provided more sincerity, and the two doomsday anvils have been sent back. At least this artifact forged by Father God Grannie is enough to make the Rune Blacksmiths Guild shut up its nagging mouths .

The only reason Imrik is willing to do this is the dragon horn hidden in the ancestral treasure house of Eight Peaks Mountain.

"Do you think they have the ability to recover Mount Bafeng alone?" Thorgreen raised the most critical question for cooperation. If you want to cooperate, you must at least match the strength, otherwise it is empty talk.

Agrim shook his head, but it didn't mean that there was no such thing, "If it was before, with only the elves, even if they regained it, they would suffer a lot of losses. But if we add Mrs. Kisley and the lizard people, I will Hard to judge."

"What's more, Imrik seems to be stronger than in the Great Holy War, and so is Minasnir as his partner. As for those dragon princes, they seem to be protected by the father of dragons and can use the power of thunder. "

very interesting thing...

Thorgreen didn't immediately ask Imrik's current strength, but instead asked Madam Kisley's situation, "What is the strength of these mercenaries? Can they defeat the green boy?"

Uh, how should I answer this, it can't be said to kill indiscriminately.

Agrim was a little embarrassed, and he was actually a little bit envious of these Mrs. Kisley.

In terms of wealth, dwarves are definitely not inferior to elves, but tradition is a bit troublesome, and there is no precedent for large-scale employment of human soldiers.

"I think the fighting power of the surviving Madam Kisley can already compare to that of a small mountain fortress."

"Do you have the contact information of their person in charge?"

Hearing this, Agrim knew that Thorgreen was after these human beings who gave their lives for money, and after recovering Gambad Peak, he would definitely want to find some reliable soldiers to supplement the shortage of dwarves.

After thinking for a while, he thought of Raskul, but it seemed that he had heard Damian say that Mrs. Kisly was left behind in Caledon for further studies, and it seems that only a year has passed now.

Who else, the others seem to be unfamiliar...

The War Undertaker propped his chin up with a casserole-sized fist, recalling the human beings who left a deep impression on the battlefield, and soon a vicious face with an eyepatch covering his left eye came into his mind.

So he blurted out, "Mazov, a villain who likes to use explosives to make the enemy into flesh, has a high prestige among the mercenaries, and his strength is not bad."

"You try to contact him and get an army of a thousand people out. As long as they can meet my expectations, gold is not a problem."

Thorgreen was very confident, and was a little curious about this mercenary. He heard from Agrim that they were in charge of rear-end hunting at the end of the snake-rat jihad, and they were responsible for burrowing into the ground to fight rats, and they had come up with a unique set of summarizing experience.

If there is such an effect, the problem that humans are not good at tunnel warfare can also be solved. There is no reason to let the precious dwarves use their lives to fill the gap. Gold is the best weapon. (end of this chapter)