Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 650 Rocket Thrower

After the foreplay was over, the auction finally came up with some weird stuff.

A simple machine with a diameter of more than half a meter was placed next to the red table. The rough appearance was full of pits and there was still some mud residue inside. The overall shape was like an oversized round iron shell.

"The items obtained from the edge of Estalia may be the creations of dwarves or Skaven. The outer dimension stone powder has been purified, but the inside has not been opened. It is speculated that it is a magic device. The price is Var Iron General-purpose sophisticated equipment produced by Anvil.”

No one is interested in this rag, especially the price of sophisticated equipment. They either rely on connections or these massive gold leaf coins to fill it. Smart people are already prepared to bid for the next auction item.

But Imrik, who had not spoken for a long time, immediately made the decision to buy this thing. His expression seemed a bit serious and urgent.

After the quotation was announced, the host waited for a while and found that no one was bidding, so he decided to give this unknown piece of junk to the buyer in Box No. [-], who was probably a rare Asul mechanical engineer.

After seeing this thing, Imric was not interested in continuing to chat with the Shadow King. He stood up and was about to go out to inspect this piece of junk.
"I will not interfere with your actions. I need to inspect this item immediately."

The Shadow King nodded to express his understanding, and was not interested in waiting here any longer, so they walked into the dark corridor together.

Imric grabbed a guard in the corridor and gave the order in an unquestionable tone.
"Take that thing out, now, immediately!"

"Yes."

The guards hurried to the backstage and repeated the Dragon Prince's words. They just hoped that Imric would not use the topic as an excuse to say that this thing was an important item for the Chaos spy and ruin the underground auction.

But Imrik has no interest in this auction at all now. He rarely hesitates back and forth at the door, looking a little anxious while waiting.

"Is there anything weird about that thing?" Adila couldn't suppress her curiosity. She rarely saw her husband looking anxious. The last time he had such an expression was when she gave birth to a child.

Imrik stopped and answered seriously,
"Yes, and it's huge."

Two people carried the iron bucket from the house and carefully placed it on the ground, fearing that the already scarred rags would have more marks and make Imric unhappy.

The leader bowed his waist and said humbly,

"As a token of appreciation, you do not need to pay anything for all the items you purchase at this auction. We will deliver them to the designated location."

"Go away, don't get in the way here."

Imrik pulled away the auctioneer who was blocking his sight, walked eagerly to the broken machinery, squatted down and began to inspect it carefully.

It is obviously the manufacturing style of the rat people. The workmanship is rough and unstable. The processor seems to be a novice engineer. There are many cracks in the iron shell, which are caused by poor workmanship during forging.

But he didn't care about the shabby craftsmanship, but about its function. Just now it seemed that this was a jet, an aerospace version.

Now upon closer inspection, there is a fist-sized interface on the top of the round platform. Imrik rubbed a handful of it with his index finger and put the silt solidification in it into his mouth.

Adira began to understand that something was wrong. Imric hated mud and stench the most.

I heard from Masnot that during an expedition, the prince had to fight in the sewer and suffered from vomiting all night long.But now, Imric, who hates silt so much, would actually put it into his mouth? !
Imric spat out the sludge mixture in his mouth and cursed inwardly. Even after many treatments, there was still fine warpstone powder mixed in it.

The precious dimensional stone fuel can be arranged into the junk that has obvious processing problems. It is estimated that the Skaven Demon City has already set its sights on the Maelstrom.

He half-crouched and said coldly to the two auctioneers next to him who were at a loss.

"The expedition team that found this thing in Estalia, let them come to see me, now, immediately, immediately!"

The worker rolled and crawled to send the order back. He was really worried that the Dragon Prince would turn his murderous intention into reality and perform a scene of eating elves on the spot.

The Shadow King walked up to him, rubbed his chin and looked at the toy that looked like it was made by a child, with a teasing tone and a questioning tone.

"It seems like this is much more important than Hockt's Crown."

Imric clenched his palms, clenched his fists and beat his knees. He had just communicated with Sotek's smelly snake for a while, and he only thought that the horned rat really dared to do this.

After all, the Skaven gods suffered a lot of injuries during the Holy War of Snakes and Rats, and the Maelstrom was an excellent tonic.

"It's too important. Ratmen are the cancer of the world. They can be found in any corner of the world, ready to devour the world."

"What are you going to do?" The Shadow King obviously didn't have much interest in the Skaven. After looking at this mysterious device for a few times, he turned the topic to his subsequent actions. He really didn't want Imrik to be so busy and have to do it every few years. Fight a massive battle.

Recalling the battle for the Maelstrom, Imric was silent for a long time. During the Holy War of Snakes and Rats, the war machines of the Skuli clan were also deployed, but overall they were still relatively rough.

The iconic dimensional lightning cannon is only beginning to take shape, and the degree of utilization of dimensional stone does not seem to be enough to create a twin-tailed comet.

"Proceed as planned, but if the rats act before Malekith appears, they need to be dealt with first."

The Shadow King squinted his eyes and looked at Imric who said the incredible words, but did not ask why. He walked into the shadows and disappeared alone. It seemed that he planned to attack the Druzi assassin.

Imric grabbed his hair and continued to think about the technological level of rats. It was completely illogical to tell these strange creatures who were playing with black technology that the evil moon could fall, let alone just send a rocket to the sky.

It’s really troublesome, there are so many things going on.

Standing up, he noticed Adila's slightly worried eyes and could only smile helplessly.
"It seems that this travel plan is a complete failure. Bad things happen wherever you go."

"There are still many opportunities to travel, but what is going on? When you see this thing, you seem to be more nervous than the birth of your son."

Isn't that right? The family has worked hard to protect the maelstrom for 6000 years. Anyone who falls on it will be nervous. Imrik complained in his heart and told Adira not to worry, but he also immediately thought about what to do next.

The Parliament planned to send a reconnaissance team to the border princes of the Southern Kingdom for a long period of time to observe the movements of the greenskins in the Badlands. Originally, they did not intend to participate in this matter.

But now it seems that the situation will always change. Thinking of the geographical location and political environment of the Southern Kingdom, he quickly found a suitable foothold that could take into account both ends, and murmured,
"Satusha."

(End of this chapter)