Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 615 The Snow Virgin as a Vampire
"You, who are you?"

The thin girl huddled in the corner. The two clenched palms on her chest made it clear that she was very nervous.

Anyone who hears the city defense alarm ringing and a group of unknown armored monsters appear in the city will become very nervous.

"Don't be afraid, little sister, we are good people." Dettlaff showed a smile, trying to make the little girl relax with his melancholy and handsome aura.

But the obsidian sword in his hand, which looked vaguely red, made the words unconvincing.

The little girl continued to shrink towards the corner, her thin figure seemed to be integrated with the cold wall. Hilbert mocked mercilessly, "You are still that stupid. You think you can catch ladies by becoming an officer. You will spend the rest of your life." Live a good life.”

Hillbot showed a hint of ferocity and was about to quickly obtain information in the same way as when interrogating vampires, but was immediately stopped by the general.

Raskol's face was expressionless, as if he was just asking a procedural question, "Why are you here? This was originally a stable in the military camp, not a residence for you people."

Yes, the action team accidentally arrived at a house. The owner seemed not to know that there was a very deep basement under the house, less than half a meter away from the floor.

The little girl closed her eyes in fear, groped around her body with her hands, took out a wooden statue from her clothes, and kept chanting,

"With the protection of Our Lady of Ice and Snow, the light will eventually dissipate. Only you can protect believers in the darkness. All things will eventually be destroyed. Only believers can escape..."

The general took the little girl's hand and stared at the wooden statue.

Yes, this was Katrin, the young and beautiful princess he had seen during Alex's cruise. The crown made of ice and snow was very eye-catching, just like a glacier that never melts.

"What did you call her, Snow Madonna?!"

The little girl opened her eyes and was quite afraid of the fierce man in front of her, but she became extremely pious when she talked about the believers.
"She was born from the ice and snow, carrying the burden of this cold land. She drove away winter with mercy so that believers could cultivate, and brought cold with wrath to drive away the enemies of believers."

"Damn it." Raskol cursed in a low voice. This was a fucking mess. No surrendering soldier had ever explained this situation.

He immediately had two speculations. The first was that the mortal auxiliary army led by Plokin was the abandoned son of Catlin. She knew that the will of these people could not be completely convinced, so she deliberately chose to isolate them and let them die on the battlefield, leaving Keith The residents of Rif City became controlled lambs.

The second is that the soldiers who surrendered were all fanatical believers, and even after many interrogations, they did not notice anything strange.

And Prokin's last instructions before his death were also a scam, telling him to focus on Mazov, thinking that after the reinforcements arrived, the general problem had been solved, and there was no need to pay too much attention to the news in Kislev City.

Then, who was responsible for finding hidden caves in advance and entering the city from the rear left as originally planned, was the person responsible for the response also a traitor?

No matter what the real situation was, he felt that he had been tricked. What he wanted to save were the children of the motherland, not a group of vampire believers.

As Raskol felt angry at the speculation, a hand slapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't always think so much. The cause of the matter may not be complicated."

Mazov pushed through the crowd, took the wooden statue, observed it for a while and said, "Little girl, when did you come to Kislev City."

This time, the little girl was not afraid, her expression and tone became extremely calm, as if the one-eyed man in front of her was her most beloved father.

"I can't remember it clearly. I just remember that it snowed heavily that year. My father took me from home to this area and sent a long team to get in."

Great Jihad? Then this child may be a refugee.

Raskol just wanted to use the last moment to figure everything out, especially about the spread of the Snow Madonna in Kislev City, but was stopped by Mazov.

"She's still a child and doesn't understand anything."

"At our age, we are already competing with the barbarians in the north for survival resources." Despite what he said, Raskol still chose to let Mazov continue.

The villain rubbed the little girl's head and asked with a gentle expression, "How do you people living in the city live? Do you have a chance to eat enough?"

Speaking of this matter, the little girl immediately squinted her eyes, forming two beautiful crescent moons, "Our Lady arranged for us to be together. As long as we pray with the priest every day, we can have enough food. It is much better than living in the country before. Everything is better." No need to do it, hehe."

"Where's your father?" Mazouf glanced at the little girl's thin body. The skeleton looked normal. She was indeed well-nourished during her growth period, but her skin was pale and weak, and her exposed feet were obviously swollen. She was a typical person who had been whipped regularly. Blood.

"He goes to work and is usually only at home during the day."

For the sake of the little girl's safety, Mazov knocked her out gently and placed her on the thick bed with one hand.

He turned around and said with a heavy face, "The refugees of the Great Jihad, Katrin deliberately kept them in captivity, not only as food, but also as a tool for brainwashing. The soldiers who surrendered to us said that there were many refugees to maintain secret military facilities. Due to the lack of relevant population statistics, we did not pay attention to this matter and only regarded it as food for Catlin to raise."

"This is just the best inference." Raskol retorted through gritted teeth, obviously unable to accept this reality.

Hilbot, who couldn't understand the situation, rubbed his head and was a little confused about this matter, "Let's not talk about whether the surrendering soldiers knew about it, but where did Katrin get the money to support so many refugees.

According to our statistics, at least nearly 50 people lost their homes during the Great Holy War. Counting those who lost their homes along the way, at least 25 people entered Kislev. "

Mazov picked up a silver coin from the wooden table, twirled it between his thumb and forefinger, and said with interest, "At least ten of the hundred gold leaf coins you earned in the mercenary army went to Katrin's pocket, plus How much do you think it would cost to raise a group of live pigs in terms of taxes that Erengrad needs to pay every year?"

Hilbert cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, I know damn well that my money is always missing so much for no reason. It's either taken away by those disgusting businessmen or dirty politicians. In the end, I'm only left with a bunch of debt." , sold into the fields as slaves.”

After several ogres made a big hole in the floor, Raskol took one last look at the little girl sleeping peacefully on the bed, then turned and walked towards the wooden door.

"Let's go, no matter what the consequences of this matter will be, we need to deal with it, but before that, think about how to survive."

(End of this chapter)