Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Putting aside whether Oliveira could become the Blade Lord as he wished, Imric touched his chin with interest and looked at the giant spider that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Several green lines are drawn in streamlined shapes on the hard black carapace. The eight eyes on the front of the furry head are staring at him. The thick and long jointed limbs that are half a man tall are twitching in place. From the open mouth, it seems that he can still see it. Bat limbs.

It may seem scary to ordinary people, but in Imrik's eyes, it is just a toy. He has seen so many things that he has lost the fun of exploration.

"Oh...it seems that the legend is actually true. There is really a group of old witches living in the forest in Kislev, guarding this land with nightmares and fear."

The spider made a hoarse cry, raised its upper body and forelimbs, opened its teeth and claws, and kept a distance from the elf to intimidate.

But Imrik was not a good-tempered person. He pulled out the sword from his waist and swung it out at a speed that no one else could see clearly. The two limbs without blood seeping out fell to the ground.

This change allowed the slow-witted spider to continue its intimidating movements, but after Imric had already raised his sword flat and planned to kill him directly in one go, the witch gave up the idea.

Hoarse and low, but you can still feel the sharp sound coming from the spider's mouth. This is the voice of an old woman. Compared with the orderly tone of civilized society, it is more like the growl of a beast that has been around for too long.

"Elf, what is your purpose? Kislev does not allow an elf to interfere in too many things. This is the common call of the forest and the land."

"I don't like it when someone uses this kind of tone towards me, but if you are facing a low-level beast, it seems too mean to care."

The witch who has not dealt with intelligent creatures for many years obviously did not understand the meaning of this sentence and could only continue to say,

"What do you mean? This is our land. The elves have their own mission. This mission is definitely not to interfere with the old world. Protecting the Maelstrom is your most important thing!"

Imrik chose to use the Dragon Fire Sword to give this ungrateful witch a hot gift. If anyone dared to question him, where should the face of the Dragon Tamer family go?

Before the spider burned to ashes, the Dragon Prince spoke a word out of a little compassion.

"It's best to understand the gap between you and me. If you want to negotiate, come to me in person instead of hiding in the body of an insect for fear of death. But since you are here, I naturally can't neglect it. If you don’t come to Erengrad in three days, I will send people to find your hiding place, and then it won’t be so easy to deal with.”

Watching the ashes being blown away by the wind, Imric smiled disdainfully. This group of witches just didn't dare to do anything at the critical moment. They hid in the woods and acted like cowards. After the situation eased, they began to exert control over the rural areas. force.

They must be aiming at the power vacancy that emerged after the vampire war. If they want to get a piece of the pie, it would be best if all areas except Kislev City, Erengrad, and Prague come under their jurisdiction and become the so-called hidden state. Guardian of sex.

If you really have the courage, I really hope to see a little trace during the Great Jihad.

Creon walked up and asked,
"Prince, should we pay special attention to these witches?"

"No need. After this battle, Caledor will withdraw from Kislev. I have lost interest in this cold land. How to deal with the witches is a matter for the Patriot Army." He yawned. Imric slowly and swayingly came to the headquarters and found that the endless wrangling was still going on. The Patriot Army headed by Rascal was telling Elvis and Kristoff about the importance of this war. sex.

If the Patriot Army loses too much, it will have an extremely serious chain reaction. Chaos believers will not miss this opportunity, and the wall of civilization in the old world will collapse.

There is only one meaning behind the words, that is, we must use absolute strength, and we cannot think of signing an unequal treaty in the future because of excessive losses.

Ku Ga was sitting on a special chair, his thick tail slapping the ground constantly. Next to him, the skink priest Garguyar kept explaining the meaning of the hot-blooded words to the lizard lord.

But looking at Ku Jia's impatient behavior, it was obvious that he was not interested in these words at all.

Lizardmen have only two war habits, one is to fight, and the other is not to fight. They will never endlessly discuss possible losses like hot-blooded species.

Imric was noticed standing at the door, and the originally noisy headquarters immediately became cold.

He looked at the few humans with interest, as well as Elvis, who looked indifferent.

"It seems that my time is not right. The command headquarters can also be turned into a negotiation room."

Seeing the leader coming, Ku Jia left the place without hesitation, just saying that when the war comes, he will issue an order and the Sun Legion can go to war at any time.

The hot-blooded person was left a little embarrassed, but as an upright person, Rascal quickly adjusted and responded,
"I'm sorry that such a bad thing happened in a place like this, but I also need to plan for the future. Some soldiers who surrendered told me that most of the funds provided to Kislev by the Empire and Caledor over the years have been used Katrin’s purchase of all kinds of evil things is most likely to end up in the hands of the Lamia family. I don’t ask for more assistance, but I will never accept the empire’s attempts to take advantage of it and threaten it!”

The general's eyes were fixed on the imperial people headed by Kristoff, especially a middle-aged man whom Imric didn't recognize.

"We just hope to expand bilateral trade. The Patriot Army urgently needs funds and materials to fill the gap, and the Empire happens to have the ability in this regard." The middle-aged man began to defend himself. He came with one purpose. Originally thought that the barbarians in Kislev didn't understand these tricks at all, but Raskol saw through them at a glance.

Rascal sneered, picked up a document on the table and shook it in his hand, "The Imperial Wine Merchant can provide Mrs. Kislev's urgently needed wine at a low price, provide a high fee to the Patriot Army every year, and get A portion of the commission will be taken, but the prerequisite is the elimination of bilateral trade tariffs.”

"This is a good thing. Kislev's furs, ores, and wood can flow into the empire in large quantities. You only need to spend a little time to get enough funds."

These words made Raskol feel even more angry, and he beat the table hard, causing half of the sturdy wooden table made of solid wood to collapse.

"Do you really think I'm a fool?! If the imperial wine is dumped in Kislev at a low price, everyone will find that it is better to buy it directly than brew it yourself, and the planting area of ​​potatoes and wheat will decrease. Then you buy it at a high price in the early stage Specialty products allow civilians to obtain funds as quickly as possible, and sell food at low prices, so that everyone is willing to stay in the mines and forests, and serve as a raw material production base for the empire, until Kislev loses its cultivated land and completely becomes yours Puppet!"

He even felt that this was not enough, so he stood up directly and roared at the middle-aged man, "What else does Kislev have besides raw materials? What is the use of this bullshit trade tariff? As long as you achieve your goal, you can use the low-priced goods we export." Process valuable raw materials into high-priced items, resell them, and then send them back. You are fucking exploiting me! Turn Kislev into a raw material supply place and a commodity sales market!" (End of Chapter)