Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 617 In front of you is the War Lord, the eldest son of the Ancient Saint, the last guardian of Ashoto...

When the Lizardmen army was preparing to launch an attack, and Quimoc was eager to tear apart the big rock cat, a chariot escorted by several skeleton knights suddenly rushed toward the battlefield.

Stopping at about the center, the skeleton knight dismounted and propped up wooden sticks to open a white awning.

Ku Gama, who was very puzzled by this, was stroking the thorns on his head, wondering what it meant. Could it be that the piece of white cloth could gather the power of the evil moon, and suddenly explode when the Sun Army arrived at that location.

But this trap seems too obvious. Perhaps the skeleton has been brain-damaged by the wind of death?
For a moment, Ku Ga was hesitant. His previous experience of losing to Imrik made him interested in the hot-blooded species, and he took the time to learn some related things.

After searching to no avail, he called the elf on the back of the ancient Triceratops to come over.

Ashbern quickened his pace and came under Quimoc. When he saw Ku Ga pointing the god's spear at the white cloth in the center, he knew he was asking what he meant.

After thinking for a while, "This seems to be the custom of Nehekhara. Before fighting, congratulate each other, drink a pot of wine together under the gaze of the gods, and praise that no matter the victory or defeat, this is an honorable war."

He added, "This custom also existed in Ulthuan in the past. It was a product of the separatist era of nobles in ancient times. However, since the concept of the country was clearly established, this pastime for self-entertainment among nobles has disappeared. "

"So, they are congratulating us?" Ku Jia thought for a long time and finally came to this somewhat strange conclusion.

In his mind, war is a life-and-death situation, and there is no way to congratulate the enemy who took his life.

Ashborn nodded in agreement, pointed to the undead who were talking about the wooden poles, and said, "It should be like this. The armor on their bodies obviously does not have effective protection. I have seen it in a travel record. It is a typical example." Religious sacrificial items. Place a fig tree that has just produced fruit in a humid and dark environment, place a group of beetle eggs in it to allow them to hatch and multiply, and then dig them out and process them into armor over a year."

"The Nehekhara people believe that the fig tree is a gift of life. After bearing one fruit, it gives life to the world. The beetle is known as a symbol of the sun, and the sun gives all things growth. The meaning of this sacrificial armor is probably It is the beetle that symbolizes the sun that wishes the fig tree to grow healthily and benefit the whole kingdom. Slaves captured in the war can also please the gods. For the Nehekhara people, war is a sacred alternative sacrifice."

The well-educated noble young man explained to the lizard lord in as understandable terms as possible. His many experiences as a consultant told him that it was best not to say irrelevant things, and it was best to explain them according to the phenomena of the lizard people's religious society. .

Their unique brain circuits prevent them from understanding the development model of ordinary society. From a social perspective, the lizard people are completely in the primitive and barbaric pioneering period.

Ku Ga thought for a while and found that the lizardmen seemed to lack relevant pre-war sacrificial links. Unless they were fanatical believers in the name of Sotek like Tehenhoin, they seemed to start fighting with just one attack.

Even the pre-war sacrifice to the Snake God Prophet was only to facilitate the specialized battle with the rat people.

Although he didn't know the significance of this kind of thing, the lizardman lord remembered the words of Lord Croka before, hoping that the lizardmen would know more about the various races in the world instead of adopting an attitude of absolute isolation.

He pointed the god's spear at the skeleton priest under the white covering and said to the elf, "You, follow me."

The elf looked at the lizard lord who looked like a golden god of war on the tall tyrannosaurus, protected by several artifacts, and the most powerful divine tyrannosaurus in Lustria.

I took another look at the Caledo-standard special armor I was wearing, and wondered why I felt so frustrated. It was too difficult to apply for a salary increase from the relevant departments.

The thumping footsteps of the tyrannosaurus caused the ground to shake. Under the instructions of Ku Ga, the lizard man army rarely stopped when the lord advanced.

In order not to embarrass the Sun Legion where he was, Ahiborn asked Ku Gar to instruct several Saurus warriors to go together with the Skink Priest.

The skeletal undead showed no fear when they saw the Tyrannosaurus and the six lizard warriors accompanying them. The long table on the chariot had already been set up, and a bottle of amber-colored Farahani wine from an unknown age was quietly waiting for the distinguished guests to arrive. .

Ku Jia did not jump off the Tyrannosaurus Rex, but looked at the scene behind the blackout cloth with great interest. He felt that it was too redundant. When everything was crushed, no one would remember the lives of those who died in the war.The priest's body was not wrapped in the antiseptic shroud, and the body exposed outside the gorgeous robe was the color of dry soil. However, the serious temperament revealed in his gestures inexplicably gave the supposedly terrifying skeleton a sense of sanctity.

According to etiquette, the priest as the spokesperson began to recite the name of the master,
"The high priest of Khemri, the chief servant of the last desert king, the guardian of the Great Black Pyramid, the owner of the black pyramid - Arkhan, and the champion warrior of Lahmia, the ancestor of the Blood Dragon family - Abo Rush.”

He poured wine into the empty glass once, but it was only half a glass. The remaining half glass had to be filled by the enemy after he told his name, a kind of mutual respect.

With the help of the Skink Priest, the elves who could not understand the Nehekhara language could barely understand what the priest was saying, but Ashborn immediately fell into hesitation, not that he did not understand what to do next.

It's about whether he should speak Elvish or use the mimic lizardman language to pronounce the name of Ku·Jia.

After thinking for a long time, when he saw the Legion of the Sun logo on his gauntlet, Ahiburn suddenly became cruel and used the mimicry magic device on the special armor to speak Lizardman language, and he had to make it as loud and scary as possible.

After finishing this job, you must apply to the palace for a salary increase. There is no reason to work three jobs and only get the salary of one.

"The war lord of the eldest son of the ancient saint, the last guardian of Ashoto, the demon destroyer of chaos, the child of beast god Ichi, the enemy of the great plan, the nightmare of the rat council, the whip of Druchi, the guardian of the jungle... …”

Ashborn told everything about Ku Gar, whether it was the actual identity or the rumors he heard from hearsay. With the hoarse and slow tone unique to the lizard language, this lengthy speech lasted for 10 years. minutes.

"The guardian of the Pyramid of the Stars in the Southern Sky, the commander of the Sun Legion of Hesiota - Ku Ga."

Ahiburn, who finished speaking in one breath, looked at the priest's increasingly solemn mummy face and felt a little confused. Could it be that in their understanding, the more names, the more powerful?
Most of this is just hearsay. Although I am not sure whether it is true or not, there is only one thing that is certain, that is, Ku Jia is worthy of these honorific titles.

The priest was quite awed and asked the elf to fill up the wine, and bowed to the east and west respectively. From a solemn level, he was full of respect for Petra, the main god of Nehekhara.

The two of them did some things that they didn't understand each other, and finally they just tapped the wine glass on the table and drank.

Naturally, Ashborn would not drink the wine. He just put it down and watched the priest's actions.

The priest solemnly put the wine into his mouth. The empty chest was soon covered with amber water stains, and the last drop fell to the ground.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is impossible for the undead to experience the taste of wine, and the wine of the living has become what it is in memory.

But he still had a bit of intoxication on his face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was thanking God in his heart for giving such beautiful things, so that people can experience them personally.

Putting down the wine glass, the priest did not blame the elf for not drinking a drop. He opened his right hand forward in a gesture of invitation.

"I wish you a prosperous martial arts."

"each other."

Ku Jia, who witnessed all this, returned to the position with a few people, and several undead gatherers who had met before the war also returned to their original positions. Nothing happened during this period.

But in the blink of an eye, as Quimoke turned around and pressed the ground, jumped up, raised his head towards the evil moon and let out a roar that echoed through the sky, the two silent armies that had been waiting for a long time finally took action.

(End of this chapter)