Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 610 Witches’ Council
The beheading team, which was still waiting in the distance, silently watched a few grunts at the foot of the mountain picking up all kinds of garbage.

There were not many of them, only 60 in total, but without exception, they were all veterans who had survived the Great Holy War.

The veterans are hiding in a hidden cave, which used to be a hunter's safe house, but more than ten years have passed since the last hunt.

There were so many things that happened during this period that the master may have forgotten it.

Holding the can of corned beef, Oliveira made a slit with a knife and inserted a piece of it out of disgust.

I hesitated again and again, but still didn’t want to make the decision.

As a senior military officer, he had heard some rumors about this kind of material that changed Asul's logistics supply method.

Fresh meat is always scarce, and under the premise of tight supplies, Caledo has used food stocks supported by other kingdoms.

Among them, the oldest piece of meat was probably a strategic material prepared during his tenure as the Phoenix King. It was older than an elf who had lived for more than three hundred years.

In order to solve the problem of fullness, Oliveira threw the can to Mazov, snatched the half-cooked bear meat from the soldier's hands, and devoured it viciously.

The stumps of the rats were eaten into the mouth, and the fishy smell of the bear meat was not affected at all. In the dream, I could recall the cheese and salad, as well as caviar and wine in Ulthuan.

Oliveira thinks it is not easy to fill her stomach here.

Mazov took the bacon can without any trouble. His experienced movements seemed extremely skillful, and he cooperated with the elf very well. He subconsciously picked up the dried corned beef inside with his hands and put it into his mouth to chew.

For a lump of food that only touches his mouth, he doesn't care about the taste or appearance, as long as it satisfies his stomach and contains no toxins.

At least the stuff in the can was actually meat compared to the brown bread basil mixed with sawdust and grit from my troubled childhood.

After finishing a large piece of bear meat, Oliveira had a sense of ritual. He took out a white towel from his bag and carefully wiped off the oil and dirt on his hands and the corners of his mouth.

As a noble, you need to pay attention to your image at all times, and you must maintain an elegant manner even with a group of barbarian soldiers.

After finishing his work, the elf squatted down and slapped the communication stone on the ground hard. According to his previous experience, if there was a problem with the communication, a reserved sound should appear after a few taps.

Mazov glanced at the elf who was fighting with his product and warned him.

"Don't try. The influence of the dusk tide may invalidate the communication magic. We may receive the message tomorrow morning."

Oliveira sighed after trying to no avail. There was no mage in his entourage this time, and he didn't know how to use the gold plaque given by the prince. He could only take one step at a time.

The somewhat angry elf got up and kicked a few times at the sleeping ogre on the ground.

"Get up and go back to sleep. Are you making such a loud noise to let the enemy find out?!"

Mugol drowsily moved his hands around the area where he was kicked. It seemed that the impact of the steel boots was just an itch. The fine, close-fitting chainmail made a clattering sound as he turned over. He seemed to be even bigger than in the new world. A bit huge.

"Don't bother me. If you don't go up and fight, you just know how to hide all day long. As a result, we eat canned meat all day long and the smell of bird shit fades out of our mouths."

It was okay not to mention this, but Oliveira became even more angry when she mentioned it, and kicked her a few more times.

"You idiots just know how to eat. You have eaten up all the food we had stored here, and now we have to risk going out to hunt to make ends meet. If your actions are exposed, I will throw you into the Tyrannosaurus pit. !”

Mugol suddenly straightened up, staring directly at Oliveira with his eyes under the visor. His neck alone seemed to be as thick as an elf's waist, and he looked like a human-shaped armored monster.He stared for a few seconds, and the atmosphere was at a stalemate, but with one sentence, calm returned.

"The Tyrannosaurus can't defeat us."

As the captain, Rascal couldn't seem to stand it. Once upon a time in the mercenaries, he and Judith seemed to get along in this way.

But as everything changed, he had no choice but to put on a mask for himself.

"Stop playing, Dettlaff is back."

The general crawled out of the cave with a few soldiers, trying to reduce his visible area. Dettlaff, who was enveloped in darkness, also returned with members of the Blood Serpent Brotherhood.

But what was unexpected was that there was an old woman with a gaunt figure.

The gravedigger's musket kindly sponsored by Priest Juan was used by Rascal to aim at the old woman and asked in a deep voice, "Who is she?"

The old woman didn't care about being aimed at by a musket that could fly away evil spirits in the tomb. She grinned with most of her missing teeth, as if she was overjoyed to find a treasure.

"I finally found you, the co-choice of the Four Gods. Why do you have to succumb to the command of elves and mortals? You can create a miracle that saves this land."

Co-election of the Four Righteous Gods?
These words made Oliveira look at Lascole first, but he felt that the general was completely different from the divine choice in his impression. Apart from shooting from a distance, killing people at close range, and still seeking treatment for injuries, there was no fighting. feature.

Raskol subconsciously looked at Mazov. Prokin's previous words had profoundly reminded him that most of the martyrs in Kislev were religious saints. Combined with the weird and unpredictable intelligence-gathering ability, it was inevitable that people would question him.

The few people who had their own thoughts did not immediately answer the old woman's words. Dettlaff dissipated the lingering shadow and told what he had just experienced.

"She is from the Witch Council, and the Blood Serpent Brotherhood has been in contact with them, mainly about rural revitalization."

Obviously, only insiders can understand the words spoken overtly and covertly. Every Kisli lady has heard of the forest legends circulating in the countryside, and rural revival probably refers to dominance.

Rascal did not put down his musket and continued to ask, "Explain your purpose of coming. I don't believe that the Witches' Council, the Great Holy War and the Bloody Tsarina have not seen your shadow."

The old woman still kept smiling, and her wrinkled old face became particularly charming against the backdrop of her smile and the light of the evil moon.

"Some young people always think that the presence on the surface is the most important, but they don't know that you need to pay attention to everything. We have been guarding this cold land longer than Queen Khan."

"I don't like playing riddles." Rascal pressed the trigger slightly with his finger, as if to remind the old witch that he was definitely not joking.

The old woman stopped smiling and her eyes became extremely serious, "The Witch Council miscalculated Katrin's bottom line. She gave the remains of her great ancestors to the vampires and allowed the pure energy of the earth to become chaotic."

"There is no logic." Rascal wanted to pull the trigger and directly solve the unstable factors outside this mission. How could he judge that this witch was not a bait sent by Katrin.

Oliveira held down the gun body and signaled Rascal to take it easy. Although he had not specifically studied the wind of magic, he often dealt with military mages and still knew some related things, including the importance of earth energy.

The elf asked the old witch, "Tell me the result and your attitude towards this matter. Don't be like those lizard priests who only have prefaces and no afterwords."

"The territory of Chaos will expand towards the south, and everything we protect will become the most hated thing."

(End of this chapter)