Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 574 The Gaze of the Far East

Feeling the cold wind of early spring, Imric felt much more energetic. It was okay to come here once or twice occasionally. If he lived a regular life, he would probably have to lie in the stove and sleep when he got older.

When he walked down from the snake nest and was about to chat with someone, he suddenly raised his head and stared at a hill outside the city wall.

"The crow has been transformed by magic, but it is not a toy of Tzeentch..."

Ruju looked across a long distance and saw a giant black-feathered creature on the rock wall. The shadow behind the sunlight completely enveloped the figure, blending into the darkness, making it difficult to detect.

As a warning to the peepers, Imric let go of his dignity a little. In the eyes of the arakkoa, a huge rolling fireball swept from the city. He wanted to spread his wings and escape, but was firmly fixed in place. ground, unable to take any action.

The illusory fireball did not cause any substantial damage to it. After letting out a shrill scream, the arakkoa managed to escape at the cost of an eye that would lose its light forever.

After the month, or someone else...

Imrik, who had a little knowledge of the Cathay system, knew that this kind of crow often served as the eyes and ears of heaven, gathering information about the world for the Dragon Emperor.

But coming here all the way across the three natural chasms of the Mourning Mountains, the Land of Darkness, and the World's Edge Mountains is a bit too deliberate, and it doesn't fit the style of a peaceful corner of Cathay.

"Chinese, Cathay, this empire is very interesting..."

Stop thinking about the far east, dealing with Cathay is not necessary. If you judge based on your usual impressions and go looking for it, those dragons will think that it is the barbarian elves who want to pay tribute.

At least until Lao Mi wakes up, formal diplomacy with Cathay will not begin. The dragons with different ideas are not easy to deal with.

And the mysterious Dragon Emperor and Moon Queen seem to be very subtle about intervening in the mortal world, and they don't have clear demands like the races they are currently in contact with.

Unless it is a power strategy, it is difficult to have substantive communication with them, and as the ruler, the Dragon Emperor does not seem to care much about the so-called internal affairs and diplomacy.

It's interesting to think about an existence on the same level as Ulric in the mortal world.

Prince Long planned to meet a person with great potential. It must be said that the effect of the reform was still very obvious, and many people who lacked opportunities were discovered.

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"Oliveira, the prince wants to see you."

The flameborn knight's words made Oliveira stop cleaning his sword. Without asking what was going on, he straightened his clothes and presented himself in his best appearance.

But unexpectedly, the prince was not at his residence or headquarters. Instead, he stood alone on the pier, staring at the unstable sea in the distance. There was a sense of desolation in his back that he had never seen before.

Oliveira checked his clothes one last time, and after confirming that his current appearance matched that of a military noble, he walked behind the prince from the side.

"Your Highness, what do you want to explain?"

Imric still kept his arms crossed, did not immediately look back at Oliveira, and silently muttered,

"It seems like a lot of time has passed since we last met."

"It was already six years ago. At that time in the Blood Sacrifice Pit, I expressed to you some superficial understanding of the Sotek Sect."

"What about the last time?"

"Twelve years ago at the canonization ceremony in the palace, you personally placed the medal on my head."

"Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye. This time flies really fast..." Imrik sighed, turned to look at Oliveira, and found that there was not much change from before, that kind of condensed and unyielding spirit Still looking strong.There were many obvious blunt injuries on the handsome face, and there were even more minor scars. The Yselama silver armor was much brighter than before, and it looked like it had been specially prepared.

"You have done a great job in the past 12 years. You have proved through countless battles that loyalty and bravery exist in the hearts of every Caledor Elf."

"Thank you for your praise." Oliveira did not panic, and beat her chest with her right fist, making a dull echo.

"Halifax will be very pleased to see your current achievements. I still remember when I was young, my father assigned me to manage the garrison, and it was he who took me to familiarize myself with various places in Kalede..."

Recalling the non-commissioned officer who died on the Fennoir Plains, Imric could not help but feel a little sad.

He is very loyal and very brave, and he is one of his best-looking candidates, but his ending is unsatisfactory.

Fortunately, there is now someone who can inherit the sergeant's will. This may be a small relief.

"Captain Halifax, I'm sorry, that was our fault..." Speaking of his past officers, Oliveira could only lament that soldiers withered like flowers.

He died in a suitable place and died to protect the people and the country. This is the highest honor.

Imrik sighed and did not intend to continue discussing the people who had sacrificed in the past. Necessary sacrifices were unavoidable, and how to make their sacrifices valuable was what the survivors should think about.

"Regarding your previous killing of Naggarond Blade Lord Bazel, I only verbally rewarded you, which seems a bit unfair. Since I happened to come to the old world, I should make up for this debt."

When Oliveira heard that it was about military exploits, Oliveira remained silent. Humility was not a Caledonian character, and her polite refusal seemed deliberate at this time.

"Understood, I will always be your sharp sword, and kill all the enemies of the dragon lord."

Imric smiled. He could see the sincerity of Oliveira's oath. There was still a long time before the future war. Maybe Caledor could also cultivate a blade lord?
Then he pointed to the big sword on his back and said, "Show me your sword."

After untying the somewhat obstructive sword, Oliveira presented it to the prince with both hands.

Imrik pulled out the great sword, and he understood its origin just at the first glance. The cold steel blade was full of imperceptible gaps. It could be seen that the owner had given it to the priest to repair it after it was damaged by the enemy, but he failed. Never give up.

"This seems to be the weapon I rewarded you with during the canonization ceremony. The technology at that time was not yet mature, and there were some problems in weapon manufacturing. With your previous position, you should be able to apply for something better."

In order to explain this problem, Oliveira lowered his head and seemed to blame himself.

"Sorry, Prince, I think this is your concern for me, a loser. If it weren't for your reform of the army and the establishment of the Pattu Newin Claw, I might still be in the city defense army holding a spear and fighting silently. There is no way he could have achieved the reputation he has today. This sword means a lot to me, it symbolizes a loser breaking free from his past."

"You are really..." Imrik sighed with emotion. He had heard Masnot say before that Oliveira was a bit stubborn, but he didn't expect it to be true.

He swore never to use any remote means or do anything to tarnish his honor. He felt helpless but also a little moved.

There is nothing better than this loyalty.

"I should thank you for your loyalty, but as a soldier, I believe you prefer some practical things rather than some useless beautiful words." Imrik turned his head and looked at Creon who was waiting. , motioning to bring the things over.

A gorgeous wooden box appeared in Oliveira's eyes. The simple yellow fire dragon pattern showed where it came from. What surprised him even more was that there was his family name above the lock.

This shows that the reward was definitely not something that the prince suddenly thought of in a fit of enthusiasm, but was brought here from Caledor on purpose.

When he hesitated, Imric reminded, "Open it. This is a weapon I have used before, called the Sword Guard. I hope your sword can not only kill the enemy, but also protect it." Need your fellow citizens.”

(End of this chapter)