Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 614 Sacrifice and Crime

"You and I have been together for many years, but it seems that I have never really known you..." Dettlaff said in a low voice, after understanding the meaning of Mazov's words.

A man who voluntarily sacrificed himself stood beside him. Is this irony or something? He was a little confused.

"Since there is no light in this country, let me light the first candle. Maybe this light cannot cover everyone, but there is and there is no light, which are two different things."

Dettlaff stared at the darkness ahead. The deep passages that were difficult for mortals to see clearly were not hidden from the vampire's vision. After he boarded the snake's nest, he mistakenly thought that he had found his own light.

But compared to the martyr next to him whose light was already dazzling, it seemed too selfish.

"Your behavior moved me... But because of this, there can be no stain on this act of martyrdom..."

Guessing the meaning of Dettlaff's words, Mazov immediately shook his head and rejected it. There were already enough martyrs, and more lives must not be lost because of Katrin's incident.

"The records of the Blood Serpent Brotherhood's participation in this operation will be completely destroyed. Your record in the combat file is that you collaborated with the Horned Viper to attack the Necromancer's position. Anyone who knows about it will have their relevant memories erased by magic afterwards."

"No, as long as I die in Harland's hands, the Blood Serpent Brotherhood's crimes will be wiped out. Everyone wants to believe that a group of soldiers loyal to the motherland are being used by someone with ulterior motives, but at the most critical moment, They chose to defy this evil leader, still stick to their beliefs, and stand with the Patriot Army."

Another bit of acting, really pathetic…

Mazov sighed secretly in his heart. They had sacrificed too much for a common purpose. The originally easy-going and serious Rascal had turned into the stubborn and suspicious person he is today. Hillbot was doing the most disgusting interrogation work every day. In order to let the civilians get A properly timed buffer for Plotkin.

And Dettlaff, who was willing to be a traitor many times and die at the hands of his brothers, fate can really play tricks on people.

"Go on, there is still some way to go. There is not much time left for us."

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The people walking in the second half were on high alert. The lighting range of the magic searchlight was not very wide, making the field of vision somewhat narrow.

Because they had not thought about conducting tunnel warfare in advance, the logistics officer did not prepare professional searchlights.

These magic lamps were found in the embassy. They were originally used as props to scare people in scenes, but now they are also used for other purposes.

Raskol walked silently, his posture seemed very stable, and he was not moving forward in a hurry.

Suddenly, he said coldly to Oliveira beside him,
"What did the Dragon Prince ask you to do?"

Naturally, the elf couldn't explain the real reason, so he explained vaguely, "What else can I do? I'm afraid that you are not strong enough to kill Katrin, so I specifically asked me to help you. The credit goes to you, and I will do the hard work."

Obviously Raskol didn't believe this answer, "Haha, I don't know anything about Caledo's situation. If you pick anyone among the Flame Knights, they can fight you on a par.

And all sixty Flameborn knights are in Kislev. As long as five people are separated, this plan will be successful. Why let you have a nanny to do such a thing. "

"The prince naturally has his own considerations. I am just a soldier, and obeying orders is my first duty." Oliveira spread his hands and threw the source of the question to his superior. Since he wanted to ask, he would ask Im in person after it was over. Rick, let's see if you look good.

Rascal did not look at the elf, his eyes were still staring at the deep passage ahead, but his tone of voice was extremely determined.

"You and I have known each other for ten years. You have always been the main commander of the advance team since I was a squad leader. During meetings, you like to ask Mr. Masno for detailed information about combat missions, not only the mission objectives. , as well as strategic impact, action layout, and next step direction. The Dragon Prince is a person who does not bother to hide his thoughts. He may deliberately explain the purpose of the action vaguely, but as long as you ask, you can still detect something from it." In the magic light , the general's shadowy head turned to the elf, and asked extremely seriously and sincerely, "So what do you know? Even though the differences between our races will bring about many barriers and prejudices between each other, everyone present is on the battlefield with you. People who live and die together. Can you bear to watch them not even knowing the real situation and carrying out an action that is neither good nor bad?"

The elf wanted to refute that he really only had the purpose of action, but stopped when his lips were slightly opened.

His lips trembled slightly, and there seemed to be two souls tearing each other apart in his heart.

On one side is the Patriot Army who really regards him as a brother and blocks the attacks of the Rats and Druchi for him on the battlefield.

On the other side is the heavy responsibility entrusted to him by the prince, and the object of loyalty to him with his life.

He had been debating in his mind for a long time, but in the end the latter prevailed over the former. If he regretted it, he would have to bear it for the rest of his life, but the prince's order must be carried out successfully.

"I...can't talk about this, but I can guarantee with my reputation that this operation will never have any impact on you, but is a good thing.

Prince... He is helping you in his own way. There may be some incomprehension, but as you said, the barriers brought about by different races lead to different ways of thinking. I am a soldier and I cannot ask for superiors. I have the same feeling as me, and I can only try my best to achieve an acceptable result for this mission. "

Seeing such questioning, and still unable to pry Oliveira's mouth, Rascal knew that it was useless to continue talking.

He is a stubborn elf, and even death cannot shake his will. I am afraid that he is willing to say these words because he is moved by his true feelings.

Everyone continued walking for a long time, and saw many newly torn stainless steel guardrails along the way. Knowing that the two people in front had cleared the road, they felt a lot more at ease.

This one-way tunnel is very simple. There are no twists and turns in the plan. It only uses a one-way switch stainless steel guardrail as a protection measure.

Prevent outsiders from coming in, and let those who run away leave as quickly as possible.

The two-kilometer tunnel came to the end in just 15 minutes, and Mazov was found smoking a pipe and consuming the scarce oxygen.

The general tore off his pipe and threw it to the ground, crushing it into shavings as a sign that he would not do it again.

After looking around behind him and realizing that the number of people was about right and that the ogres were still crawling, the general began to call the names.

"Dylaf, Hilbert, Lomonev, Artyom, Mopra, come up with me."

The five people walked forward quickly and began to climb the old iron ladder under the congratulatory eyes of everyone. In order to prevent accidents caused by falling off, they worked in pairs to reduce the weight.

With a harsh rusty sound, there was a slight flow of air from above, and everyone knew that there was no need to activate the backup plan and return the way they came.

An iron lock was thrown into the tunnel. Some soldiers with amazing arm strength put their feet on the rock wall and climbed up using their hands and feet. Others still used ladders.

But when it finally came to the ogres, Oliveira could only hold her forehead and sigh, feeling that it was not suitable for covert operations with these monsters.

The only option was to have people throw down two more iron locks, use a sword to cut a hole in the iron ring at the end, hook it onto the ogre's belly armor, and slowly hang it up.

(End of this chapter)