Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 647 The rat suddenly popped out, the Shadow King
As a landmark building in Ulthuan, Tal Airil's reputation is somewhat lacking in presence compared to other kingdom capitals, but it can still be regarded as a miracle of civilization.

The islands floating in the twilight sea are connected by silver bridges, and the entire city is built around two important locations - the Prince's Palace and the Temple of Kunos - in a layout of stars and the moon.

People arriving here for the first time will definitely need the guidance of a map, otherwise it will be difficult to tell which bridge to take to connect various places. Walking on the sea, sometimes the calm twilight sea will set off waves and beat on the smooth cliffs.

This is also the moment that the Elion elves are most looking forward to. Legend has it that the souls of all dead horses will return to the Twilight Sea, approaching the endless grasslands where they ran in their lifetimes in the form of a wave.

"What are you looking at?" Adila held the map, but found that her husband had been observing the surrounding situation. It was not a vigilant look that might be dangerous, but pure curiosity.

"I was thinking that this city is really useless. The bridge connection structure is destined to be unable to form large-scale settlements. The industrial park is also inconvenient to plan. It is really a bunch of idiots to leave such a large piece of plain unused." Imrik felt extremely sad. , is extremely distressing in a real sense, not sarcastic.

Elion sits on the largest plain in Ulthuan, has a shortage of material mines, and has the natural protection of the Outer Rim Kingdom, but these people only want to raise horses.

Although war horses are also important strategic materials, once the number is too large, it will cause a chain reaction. Except for the nomads in the Kurgan, no one can rely on cavalry to conquer the world.

"Tyron Locke was better than this once, but it's a pity..." Adira sighed, whose ancestors didn't have glory, but even Caledor has been silent for thousands of years.

But fortunately, the situation in recent years has been pretty good. She has high expectations for the future, and does not want to dwell on the vastly different environment between the inner and outer kingdoms.

Seeing that her husband was still winking at his disdain for bridge technology, Adila took his arm and signaled him to leave quickly.

"Don't look at it, that old horse is not as easy to talk to as my father, and he is willing to let go of the mine to engage in bilateral trade."

"He is just a fool. The little girl who came to the war council last time was pretty good. She knows what humility is."

"The Hongyan family is not a small role. Many of them are still serving as generals under the war lord."

"No wonder I said that there was something wrong with that woman's eyes when she looked at Tyrion. It turned out that she wanted to do some physical transactions."

"Is it possible that you think others will do it with you?"

Although he wanted to say why, Imric thought that Tyrion was indeed the most handsome person in Ulthuan. To be honest, he had never seen a more handsome elf than him. Moreover, it was his wife who said this. I can’t say that I can do it too.

"Ahem, Assanil went with me last time. He can do this."

Adila found it a bit funny. Who gave these dragon princes the confidence to think that the Asul girl would like them instead of the handsome silver-helmet knight Tyrion. Being able to fight does not determine the object of admiration.

"He is also a fool. He spends all day thinking about whether Death Fang is eating well and drinking well. He is not as interested in his wife as the dragon."

She paused for a moment, then stopped, with a serious look in her eyes, which made Imrik feel a little frightened.
"You are not the same person, are you?"

Relying on his intuition, Imrik wanted to say that he was right, but his rationality told him that this kind of proposition should be analyzed based on the specific situation. Lao Mi didn't know what was going on here anyway. "Of course not. It was Minasnir who begged me to be his partner. He flew to the palace and said he would follow me for the rest of his life. Otherwise, I would not look down on such a lazy dragon."

Although she knew that what her husband told was a lie, Adira was still very happy. She also had some feelings after several dragon princes who were buried in the bone mound with their companions were reburied.

Maybe when Minas Nir is really going to die and his son can take on the responsibility, the husband will abide by his obsession and die with this elder.

It’s not poignant, but it’s very honorable, a ritual that fits the fateful mentality of a warrior.

Imrik was wondering why he hadn't arrived yet and had already walked from the villa in the west to the civilian area in the east. This underground auction house was really secretive.

While he was thinking about whether he should let Adila point him in the direction, he hugged her and ran straight over, when a dangerous aura suddenly appeared, and the hairs on his back stood up slightly.

This change made him immediately protect his wife. He faced the direction of the dangerous aura with great nervousness and held the hilt of the sword with his palm. As long as there were any dangerous projectiles, he could deal with them immediately.

Adila, who knew something was wrong, could not ask what happened like a young girl. She shrank her body and hid behind her husband, looking at a position where Imrik could not see, forming a shield between them.

Pedestrians were a little surprised as to why there were still people doing combat training in the city, and they seemed quite serious.

Seeing that the face did not look like a local elf, and there was no obvious bow-legged figure, the citizens of Ariel were reassured that it was safe here and there was no possibility of danger.

Regardless of the persuasion of these citizens, Imrik is preparing for the worst, planning to let Lao Mi come online to teleport Adira back to Caledor. If this is a deliberate conspiracy, Tal Ailier will not A safe place.

Feeling that the dangerous aura was getting closer and closer, but still not noticing any trace, Imrik felt fierce in his heart. After I send Adira away, I will fight from Elion to Caledor.

Just when he was about to call Lao Mi online, the owner of the dangerous aura finally appeared. He was hidden among the civilians, wearing a simple blue and white robe, with a thin figure and a soft face. He looked like a normal teenager.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Imrik."

The ancient Elvish language came from the young man's mouth, which made Imric relax his vigilance, put down the arm protecting Adira, and also cursed Asur who had just appeared in the ancient Elvish language.
"What's wrong with you? You're pretending to be an ordinary person here to test me. If Adila hadn't been by your side, I would have cut you into several pieces."

The person who came was none other than the Shadow King Aris Anel. Imric felt angry because of this. He just had murderous intentions, but an old monster popped up. How to deal with a staunch strategic ally.

Aris, disguised as a civilian, pointed at Imrik and the two and said with a smile,
"Then what's wrong with you? You and the future female prince of Tyranloch are wandering around Tal Alil pretending to be commoners. We don't have much time."

"I'm here for a trip, do you have to take care of this?" Imrik replied angrily to the Shadow King, holding down his wife's still stiff arm to indicate that she should relax and not be too vigilant.

Seeing that the crowd was gathering, and seemed to be discussing the two people's words that were obviously completely different from the Elvish language today, Aris shook his head and signaled to leave. This was not the place to talk.

(End of this chapter)