Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 582 Who is the will of the country?

Two long-horned red vipers with bulging bellies squirmed out from the cracks in the pyramid, spitting out letters and crawling to Imrik's side. Their waists as thick as buckets wanted to wrap around the favored one.

Snakes originating from the desert at the southern end of Lustria are larger than their ordinary compatriots. They are vicious in nature and carry highly venomous nature. They have become creatures at the top of the food chain simply by being able to twist steel plates.

But even this creature was grabbed by Imrik's head with two hands and thrown towards the pyramid.

"Stay away from me. I hate you cold-blooded things the most. It's best not to get closer than five meters. I'm allergic to snakes."

The intelligent Red Viper thought this was just a joke and continued to squirm over.

There was a hilarious scene between the two parties. The giant snake was thrown and crawled back, and Imrik continued to throw it.

The captain of the guard next to him couldn't stand it anymore. He heard that there are monkeys in Indy that manipulate snakes to perform fighting, but he didn't expect that the prince could demonstrate it now.

"Ahem, Prince, the time is almost up, Oliveira should be waiting."

After receiving the reminder, Imrik suddenly understood. This time he used more strength to throw the red viper to the top of the pyramid. He clapped his hands and turned to leave, asking Creon side by side.

"How are the arrangements of those ogres? I hope they are not freeloaders. If they don't have any strength, then let the vampires transform into undead and work hard for me for the rest of their lives."

"The ogres led by Mugol are fairly well-behaved. They have done just fine with the things we arranged. They have been sent to the Patriot Army to serve as heavy-armed assaulters."

Creon was a little surprised when he thought of those ogres. As long as they were fed well and put on fine steel plate armor and human-thick armor-piercing sledgehammers, they would become emotionless killing machines.

There was an encounter that made these ogres completely famous. When they moved their positions, they encountered Druchi's commando team. The number of people was five times different. The ogres relied on their tenacious physique to survive when their armor was blocked. Even after being pierced with hundreds of cracks, he still lives tenaciously.

And those druzis who were smashed into pulp by sledgehammers were used as nutrients and were able to go to the battlefield again within a few days.

The natural monster race can only have a weak brain.

"Compared with him and Damian, who do you think will win?" Imrik said about the barbarian who had been away for a long time. If he were here, he might have stormed into Kislev City alone and killed Katrine. The head was crushed.

"Are you overestimating the ogres or underestimating Damian?" Creon joked. Of the three humans, Damian was the one he liked the most, not for any other reason than because he was a little stupid.

"That's right. I hope he has a good time fighting with the greenskins."

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After receiving about six hours of knowledge about war, Oliveira's mind was a little dizzy.

He did not expect that the first thing Masnow taught was not specific tactical planning, but political theory.

Masno, who was holding a small notebook, talked eloquently, "War is a military manifestation of the country's will and a means. Politics itself is just a means to realize the country's will. So to sum up, both are It is the use of different means to achieve a goal, and who determines this goal, Oliveira, tell me."

Oliveira frowned and thought, the will of the country...

Who can represent the will of the country, the rulers, the parliament, and the people, but there are inherent contradictions among these three. It seems that who can say a lot of reasonable things to make the class they belong to become the leader of the country.

"I don't know, but from my point of view, it's the people."

"Very good, this is an answer that suits you. Let's take this as the standard answer for the time being and continue to serve the people of the country." Masnot left Oliveira time to think. What he wanted to cultivate was an independent thinker. generals, not brainless non-commissioned officers. "Back to our question, given the current situation in Caledo, there is no one who can best embody the will of the country than the prince."

"This is natural. The prince is the unquestionable ruler. His blood has determined that he will bear the name of Caledor."

Maslow is not fond of the blood theory. This theory can still maintain its superiority when there are few people. The elite social structure is enough to ensure stability. However, once the population increases, the rising class will challenge the traditional elite. , it is the Kingdom that ultimately suffers the consequences.

Whether to get results after intense conflict or to slowly reform and change his mind, he chose the latter.

"Putting aside the theory of blood, why do you think it took the prince only a dozen years to fully master Caledor?"

This question is a bit difficult for a soldier who only received compulsory education. In his mind, he only had the idea of ​​loyalty to the dragon lord, instead of thinking about why he should be loyal.

Oliveira continued to think, divergent thinking based on the knowledge network taught by Masno, and said with some doubts,
"Because the prince meets the interest needs of all classes, the dragon prince gains the possibility of the dragon awakening. As long as he remains loyal, he can obtain better resources. The civilian class has also been threatened by Druzi all the year round, a war faction The proposition can not only satisfy psychological needs, but also gain status in the war."

"Yes, what you said is very good. The ruler needs to have a proposition. If this proposition is recognized by the majority of people, the power will naturally be stable and maintained, but there is also a hidden danger."

Masnow opened the diary of the notes about the march into Naggaroth, and recalling the scene at that time, he could only sigh.

"Do you know why after the Battle of Lustria, the Caledorian army set off directly to Naggaroth?"

Oliveira felt why the old boss liked to talk so much. There was no reason to teach a soldier experience, which would rise to the legitimacy of rule.

"You'd better tell me directly. How do I know about the decision-making level?"

"We gained very little from the Lustria battlefield. We helped the lizardmen get rid of the rats, but in the eyes of most people, this was just an act of goodwill to ensure the stability of the colony. At this point, even if the prince After the war, a large number of rewards were given, but it was still difficult to meet everyone's needs. They wanted to be heroes, but they didn't know what the foundation of becoming a hero was."

"So the Naggaroth battlefield was successfully opened. Krakarond was not a priority target in our strategy formulation. As long as the underground sea is blocked, the city of destruction will lose most of its value. What is really important is the card that controls the sea area. Lund Carl, Hagrid Grave of the largest arsenal and barracks. In other words, we have not formulated a general offensive plan against Druchi in the short term."

Although he wanted to ask who 'we' meant, Oliveira knew that he had to be smart and thought about Masnot's reason for explaining this matter.

An unbelievable thought came to mind, "So the prince launched a war against Druzi immediately after the Lustria battlefield due to domestic public opinion and the pressure from the Phoenix King Court?"

"Well, this war meets the interests and needs of the Parliament, the nobility, and the common people, but for the prince, it is actually a troublesome matter. There is no population in the country to fill Nagaroth. We hold a lot of resources in our hands. But it lacks a suitable purpose and requires a large number of manpower to be stationed in various places.”

After talking for so long, Masnot poured himself a glass of wine to moisten his throat, "Destroying a city, with Druchi's reproductive ability, it can be restored after some time. The nobles and common people think this is a huge victory. But the prince thought it was just a waste of time and energy. Once Krakarond was destroyed, it would take a long time to find a suitable place to train troops from Anaheim north, which would increase many potential risks. Moreover, the most important people Didn’t appear either…”

After thinking about it, he decided to forget it and did not intend to continue analyzing the matter. Instead, he came to a conclusion, "Having said so much, in fact, there is only one thing to sum it up. When the prince's ideas are different from those of most people, Which side will you be on? You also understand that if I were on the side of most people, I would definitely not teach so carefully, but I hope you will tell the truth."

"I will definitely be loyal to the prince. His Highness gave me all this." Oliveira shrugged and acted extremely relaxed. He didn't like the masters of the parliament, nor did he like the officials who clamored to go to the battlefield all day long.

"Very good, it's almost time now. Let's go see the prince." Masnuo closed the small book and issued an eviction order. Before the swordsman left, he reminded him,

"Remember, as long as you continue to look like you are now, the things that should belong to you will come to you sooner or later. Calm down and don't have other ideas."

"I understand, and I hope I can live to see that day."

Leaving behind a dashing figure, Sharp Blade once again embarked on a mission, leaving only a big sword that symbolized his glory for Masnuo to keep.

(End of this chapter)