Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

There is always a filter on the country road. The early morning fog condenses on the grass tips and accidentally drips on the nose of the deer that lowers its head to eat.

The breeze brought some breath, which made the cautious deer reluctant to give up the rare food and skip away.

But some veteran white-tailed deer were obviously not afraid. They turned into high-speed bucks and jumped to the two elves. They said with clear and stupid eyes, "What are you going to do?"

Not having the slightest feeling about the harmonious environment in which these creatures lived together, Imric kicked Mortellius on the back, signaling the surrounding white-tailed deer to get out of here, otherwise they would be beaten to death.

This move obviously alarmed the deer group. I have never seen such an unreasonable elf running wild on other people's land, and chose to jump away with an unhappy look in his eyes.

A shrewd white-tailed deer even deliberately dug up the soil with its back kick when leaving, and smashed a lot of the soil and grass mixture into Imrik's face.

Imrik, who was attacked by a sneak attack, had black lines all over his face, and in his hand was a mixture of soil brought by a white-tailed deer.

The creatures of the Inner Ring Kingdom are really free and easy, and they dare to tease anyone they meet. If Adila hadn't been by their side, I'm sure the palace would have had to eat venison for a month.

After Imrik drove away the deer, Adira put her hands on her hips and cheered, extremely dissatisfied with this unfunny move.

"Can't you calm down a bit? These deer are not dangerous, so why do you want to drive them away?"

"No, I just think about how to eat them when I see them." Imrik is also quite dissatisfied with this. There are three rules for traveling: no making trouble, no disturbing normal order, and no exposing your identity.

In short, just listen to her.

Adila covered her forehead, feeling really embarrassed about her husband's eating habits during this trip. The eating habits of the Inner Ring Kingdom were not like those of the palace. There was a team of chefs dedicated to feeding the prince.

It's not that he dislikes the taste, but he just wants to eat meat.

"The creatures on this grassland are protected by law. If you want to hunt them, you have to apply to the relevant departments in Elion."

"I don't believe it. How many deer can you eat and someone dares to cause trouble?"

"What did you say beforehand?"

Imrik was embarrassed. It would be fine if he ate it, but the travel process would definitely change his taste. He was politely invited to eat venison at the palace of Elion.

In order to save some face, I forcefully speak harshly.

"I really don't understand what's the point of pretending to be a civilian couple. Look at Motellius without the ruby ​​pendant. He lacks some momentum and loses energy when walking."

When it comes to this matter, Adila is even more puzzled.

"Motellius is a war horse. Wouldn't it be even more confusing for you to travel with him?"

In order to emphasize the trust between master and servant, Imric patted Motellius' little head, stretched out his head and looked at it,

"Little guy, you should be okay with it."

The highly intelligent elf war horse shook his head to express his disapproval, and then ran forward happily, accompanied by Imric's intentional shouting, which made the running speed faster and faster.

Seeing her husband playing with Mortellius, Adira thought how old he was, and he was still like a child. No wonder some people always say that Prince Caledor is a group of children with adult appearances, and their self-esteem and arrogance are simply not the same. Normal adults.

Adila also stroked the white horse under her. She named the mount Lady. Although it sounded like a little girl, when she trampled the enemy's skull with her hooves, she might just think it was the bad taste of a princess.

"Let's go, lady, we can't keep the prince waiting for too long."

Stopping along the way, Imric resisted the urge to cut off his hand and made a flower headband without telling Adira.

Although I originally wanted to create a surprise for her, why did I feel more and more strange halfway through it? I always thought that it was impossible for me to do this.It seems that using Druchi's head to make a ring is more normal than this.

Imric sighed deeply as he stared at Adira playing with two white horses by the lake.

Maybe this is love, it always makes people do extraordinary things.

Adira laughed and picked up the clear water from the lake, splashing it towards Motellius, but in the blink of an eye, the determined mount used the long hair on its neck to throw water all over her body, but she still enjoyed it and insisted on resisting the horse with both hands as if she refused to admit defeat. Natural advantages.

Perhaps only when there are only two of them can she show a bit of female childishness instead of the shackles of identity.

She wiped the water droplets from her cheeks, held down Motellius's head to stop, looked at her husband who had just returned, and said,
"Where have you been? Why did you spend so much time? Aren't you afraid that I would be abducted?"

"If any blind thief encounters our Princess Adira, it would be easy if his head falls off." Imrik put his hands behind his back and put the flower ring behind his back to avoid being noticed by Adira. .

As he walked, he said with disdain, "You always say that I look like a child. Look at you, do you have the image of a princess? You are like a rural woman who wants to release her natural instinct to seduce men after finishing work."

Adila looked down and found that the clothes on her body were almost soaked and clung to her bumpy body. Even the clothes inside seemed to be vaguely visible.

She said with great interest, "Oh, what if someone really likes me?"

Imric shrugged and gave a cruel answer,

"Then I'll chop him to death, and my memory will improve before I die."

The leather boots seeped into the lake. Imrik walked up to Adira and handed out the garland hidden behind him. He did not dare to look directly at his wife's incredible gaze, and his eyes drifted towards the sky.

"I saw it on the road just now. I thought it suited you well, so I picked it up."

The not-so-exquisite garland is made up of various kinds of Ponceau flowers as the main body, with a few bunches of violets at the front. In the past, Adira loved this slightly poisonous Poncea flower because it symbolized love between life and death.

The two cannot be together but are still remembered. It is not worthy of envy, but it still arouses an inexplicable regret and love.

But how did he know this?

Seemingly aware of Adira's doubts, Imrik forced the wreath onto her head. Didn't you see that his hands were almost numb after raising it for a long time.

"I asked Flora about this, and she said you used to like this kind of flower better."

Adila pretended to be angry and pouted, but when she took off the garland and looked at it carefully, she suddenly smiled again. Her smile was pure, and her narrowed crescent-shaped eyes were as beautiful as the flower.

She put the garland on her head again and hugged her waiting husband. For the first time, she felt that this fool was so warm. Maybe this was the so-called romance.

It's not that he was rescued by thousands of troops, but that he inadvertently conveyed some surprises that were impossible to show on him to his heart.

Not a knight full of blood, but a husband who is slightly arrogant and bad-tempered, but always aims to bring some surprises to his wife.

Burying her head into the familiar chest, she felt for the first time that the vigorous heartbeat did not symbolize strength, but warmth.

"Thank you. I know it's wrong to say this, but I always wondered before if you chose to propose to me for some political purpose. Don't deny this statement. With Alarielle's support, the Outer Rim Kingdom has also been integrated. , the next Phoenix King will definitely be you."

"But I'm glad I was wrong." There was a hint of crying in Adila's happy voice. She seemed to have finally let go of the burden in her heart, and did not show her soft side to her husband.

Feeling the mood of the person in his arms, Imric didn't know what to say.

After thinking about it for a long time, I comforted myself with the experience taught by Lao Mi.
"I'm not interested in power." (End of chapter)