Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 646 Royal War Horse
The couple did not exchange any souvenirs with the convoy of sellers they met by chance.

Too much intervention will only embarrass each other's lives. Meeting by chance and then separated briefly, saying goodbye to each other and returning to their respective destiny trajectories, is the experience of most people.

Ordinary daily life is the fate of immortals. Wonderful things can only be remembered as memories, briefly appearing in memory, and remembered for a lifetime.

Imrik, who was leading two horses, looked at the Thousand Islands City, known as the Miracle in the Inner Ring of Ulthuan, without any trouble. The gate located on the Twilight Coast was guarded by two sculptures.

They are Korhandil, the father of horses, and Kunos, the god of hunting. They are made of pure white marble without cracks. After being processed with Assur craftsmen's skillful craftsmanship, these two giant sculptures more than [-] meters high are like It's like a god is alive.

The ferocity and passion of the Father of Horses, and the indifference and lethality of the Hunting God are all presented here, which also metaphors the character of the Arion people, the deadly hunters who grew up on horseback, wild and deadly.

The sparse flow of people lined up in an orderly manner, waiting calmly for the guards to check whether there were any contraband. Familiar people chatted nearby while waiting, telling each other stories about recent events.

Even if this near future is calculated in ten or hundreds of years, I still enjoy it.

The guards at the city gate casually checked the documents of people entering and exiting in accordance with the management. After the Battle of Fennoir Plains, Elion did enter a stage of high tension, but with the comfort of the Eternal Queen, the people gradually returned to their previous appearance. .

Wild riders hone their skills in the endless grasslands, herdsmen drive their sheep to pastures with envy, and occasionally participate in some hunting activities.

The guard stared at him and repeated his work. He took the certificate, looked at it, and waved to let him go. He was just a soldier guarding the gate. He still knew what he was getting paid and what he was doing.

Expect them to catch Druchi spies and Chaos followers?Perhaps the quality of the Assur soldiers is too overestimated. If you have this ability, why not go to Saffrey to become the Sword Master of Hoth, and just look at the gate here.

The guard with dead fish eyes looked outside the city as usual. He hesitated for a few seconds, but his eyes immediately became awkward and focused. He changed from the casual look just now and became a little fanatical.

He raised his hand and pointed at Asul, who was leading two white horses forward, and said to his colleagues who were still maintaining a casual posture,

"Look, there are two good horses, Kunos and Elsa on top. They are so beautiful. There is no mottled skin, compact and streamlined body, straight limbs and bones, thick but not wide chest, supple and elegant The hair on the temples, the straight and natural back, and the right-sized nostrils are really beyond words."

More than a dozen guards looked in the direction pointed at the same time. After a brief hesitation, they all exclaimed in a similar way. It seemed that they could vaguely hear a song.

Imrik walked to the guard without changing his expression. He wanted to say how much the Elion elves loved horses. They had snatched thousands of them from Gilgarion before and brought them to Caledor. The two countries have always maintained high-intensity friction on their borders. Armed fights and deliberate provocations are common.

If Fennoir Plains hadn't come to the rescue for Erion and the situation gradually slowed down, the troubles would still have continued.

The guard didn't even look at the Tyron Locke ID that Adira handed over. He glanced at the seagull seal on the book and then stared at Motellius.

In order to comply with the understanding of elf communication, and also because he obviously knew that these two people were not simple things, he took two steps forward and said to Imrik with respect,

"Dear Sir, I have lived in Elion all my life, and I have never seen many such handsome horses. Can I have the honor to see your mount?"

Imric was noncommittal and turned to ask Mortellius for his opinion. After receiving a positive reply, he indicated that it was okay.

The guards didn't even touch it. Countries that respect horses always have some strange traditions. For example, a horse can only be ridden by oneself, and even family members cannot touch it.

Some Assur who are too enthusiastic about horses will even eat and live with them, fearing that bad servants will have any influence on them.He observed it for a while, then seemed unsure and said,
"Your Excellency, this horse should be used by the Caledor royal family, right?"

Imrik, who was amused, did not answer whether it was correct, but instead asked,

"Is this any different from ordinary horses?"

He carefully observed Motellius's face, and after discovering that there was indeed something strange about it, he immediately confirmed,
"This must be the war horse used by the Caledor royal family. Although it looks the same on the surface, its eyeballs are smaller than those of normal elf horses, its eyesight is much better, and the dimensions of its forelimbs are also slightly larger."

He knelt down and took a look again. He didn't care where he was, and he wasn't afraid of his head being crushed by a war horse. Looking at the well-trimmed horseshoes, he confirmed his judgment.
"The color of the feet is like steel. Special tools are required to trim them. This is to make it easier to walk on the hard and rugged terrain of the Longji Mountains. It is hard enough to crush the head of a cold lizard."

I didn't expect that the gatekeepers in Elion were so knowledgeable. Imric really looked down on these grooms.

Even though Mortellius was like an energetic child who kept making noises in the palace, he seemed to have no sense of existence, but this was also based on having Lao Mi. The previous poor prince had fought with the determined mount for a hundred years. Long.

There is a royal horse farm in Caledo, which is dedicated to providing royal war horses to the Dragon Prince, and Mortellius is the best horse in the past century, and it is a special breed among the special offerings.

Mortellius used his forelimb to touch the guard Ariel who was still looking down. Horses also have a sense of shame. How come the lower body is always looked at by an elf.

When it was inspected, it was only accepted if it had good food and drink. This kind of treatment is not good.

The guard, who knew he was being disrespectful, bowed to apologize and invited the two of them in with a look of reluctance.

Those who work as gatekeepers are usually shrewd people. He will not ask how the Caledor royal family's royal war horse was obtained by a Tyranlock elf. People who are too curious will not last long in the army. Just be a little satisfied. Curiosity is enough.

Imric smiled as he left the city gate and said to Adira who was looking at the street scene,
"I was ready to make up a story about how to get the royal horse, but I didn't expect him to be quite sensible."

Adira didn't think twice and complained about Imrik's prejudice.
"Do you think that the guards everywhere are as stubborn as Kalede? If there is any doubt, they will be caught. If the identity certificate is a little unclear, the person concerned should contact the relevant department. People in towns and villages must carry veterans with them when they enter the door. They are worried about seeing someone. A new face."

"So Kaled's security is undoubtedly the best in Ulthuan." In someone else's place, and not using his true identity, Imrik still refrained from thinking about the last time Tal Alil was besieged by Druzi. Things that almost broke the city.

During several exchanges at the Phoenix Court, Gilgarion was angered by this incident, but since he had no reason to refute, he could only accept the ironic reality with a blank face.

Thinking that there seemed to be nothing interesting to see in this so-called City of Thousand Islands, Imric stretched himself.

"Now, go directly to the auction house?"

Adira stared at him with a look that looked like a fool, which made Imric a little confused.

"You took two horses to the auction house, are you going to sell goods? Find a place to stay first, and then go."

(End of this chapter)