Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 652
The ship bearing the flame mark of the Phoenix King sails upstream from the Briogne River. When passing through some villages along the way, the attendants will sprinkle many exquisite ornaments and food to give the poor monkeys of Bretonnia the gifts of the Phoenix King.

There are really not many people on this trip. Except for the guards responsible for the security of the three important figures, most of them are diplomats from the Phoenix King's Court.

But these guards are not simple things. The Flameborn Knights with golden armor, the Sword Master of Hoth who has been practicing martial arts for hundreds of years, and the Charis Guards who have been walking in the mountains and forests for a long time are all Ulthuan's prestigious elite troops.

Imric, who was looking for trouble with the Flame Knights, looked quite surprised when he met Odd.

"Oh, I didn't expect that you have some young faces. I originally thought they were all old guys that the Phoenix Court doesn't want anymore."

Odd sneered and stood in the aisles of the deck at the front and rear ends to confront Imric.

"When will you, Caledor, change your words? Mikhail has said these words countless times, and my ears are about to get calloused. But it's you, and none of the guards on the Dragon Prince's trip found the dragon companion. Caledo is really getting more and more advanced."

Prince Charles then pointed at the veteran watching the show next to him, especially the long hair that had mostly turned white.

"Edgar, how long have you been serving? It should be close to 550 years. I didn't expect Caledor to want an old guy like you to appear. It's because the family is not involved in foreign trade, or Imric doesn't give you the treatment you deserve. , come to the embassy to earn some extra money to supplement your qualifications, so that you can take care of your children at home later."

Edgar wasn't angry either. They were old acquaintances and he had no worries when speaking. Instead, he counterattacked with what Oud was unhappy about.

"You may not be any more comfortable with each other than I am. Watching so many outstanding young people being sent to Lothern to be mascots, and being looked upon as treasures by a group of young ladies, you are worried that the white lion cape on your shoulders is missing. Root hair will affect the image of the Phoenix Royal Court.

But the environment in my hometown is so bad that it needs to be protected. As a result, a group of woodcutters with big axes stood at the golden gate, while bamboo pole soldiers with spears fought with wild beasts. It would be better to let them come to Caledor. The Dragon Palace can give both times salary. "

Obviously this sentence touches on Odd's pain points. Generally speaking, Charis is the least significant player in Ulthuan. In addition to providing white lion guards to the Phoenix Court, he can only spend all day fighting with monsters in the ravine. .

But there was nothing he could do about it. The White Lion Guard's high salary was an important factor in maintaining his finances, but he still wanted to punch Edgar in the face.

"You damn fool, if I hadn't taken advantage of you, you would have died in the gutter of Naggaroth."

"Haha, you still have the nerve to say this. If the communication line hadn't been cut off, you idiot, would I have been surrounded by those losers?"

"Your scouts didn't even share information, and left me waiting to fall into Druchi's encirclement?"

"It's you who are so useless." Edgar's tone of voice showed no respect for the prince. Our old Caledor elves are like this and don't tolerate others.

Seeing Odd's momentum becoming more and more fierce, the guards behind the prince were also gearing up and eager to try. Edgar was not worried about losing the fight. Even without war horses and dragons, he could defeat these woodcutters.

He waved his hand and pointed to the empty deck, "Don't just talk but don't fight. Let's go practice and see if you, the old lion, still have the energy to eat Druzi in Nagaros."

Odd took the battle ax from the guard and turned his head. When his shoulder blades twisted, his whole body made a popping sound like popcorn.
"Let's go, but I have to make a bet. If I win, Charis, the transfer station of the Drift Islands, will also inject funds and obtain a part of the operating rights."

When it comes to this kind of thing, Edgar definitely has no way to make the decision. He can only shrug and express that it is really boring. The duel also involves politics and leaves the initiative to Imric.

He finally saw that the old lion was willing to accept the provocation and find a reason to intervene in the outer ring trade circle.

Imrik was a little surprised. In the old man's teachings to him, he said that Odd was an out-and-out reckless man who liked gambling, fighting and drinking. He was a warrior, not a politician.

But since he wanted to join, there was no reason to refuse.

"You lost."

Odd smiled cruelly, as if he didn't think he would lose, but he still explained the bet,
"I have a regiment of 500 people, all of whom are trained as reserve forces for the White Lion Guards. If I lose, they will serve the Dragon Palace for free for 100 years."

Thinking about the strength of the White Lion Guards, although this regiment is definitely not that strong, overall Charis is known for his toughness and is good at fighting alone, so he should not be much inferior.

Imrik naturally would not refuse this kind of thing. If everyone makes money together, this is a good thing. It would be even better if the soldiers are shared, "Yes, but the stakes need to be changed. Regardless of whether you win or lose, Charis can join This outer ring trade circle. But if I win, I will provide these young men with good subsidies, but if they lose, the treatment will be hard to say. "

Odd had no reason to refuse. Anyway, neither side was losing money, so it was treated as a friendly match.

"Then let's have fun. I hope we two old guys can still hold on until the sweat comes out."

"You guy, don't talk about old people being worthless." Edgar hit Odd on the shoulder angrily and pulled him towards the open space on the deck. Are you really serious about just saying a few words?He is no longer a young and energetic boy, and he thinks about many things more thoroughly than before.

Imrik chose to be a melon-eater, found a wooden board in front of him, and produced a bag of gold leaf coins from nowhere. When he threw it on the wooden table, it made a crisp sound, like the call of a god.

He called the theatergoers to come over and shouted,

"When the banker opens, we pay one for one. If it's a draw, I take it all."

Although this move was very dishonorable, gambling was an essential part of the battle. Before long, the wooden board was filled with gold leaf coins, like two hills.

There was an obvious difference during this period. The Dragon Prince did not blink when he threw the money, all of it was thrown at Edgar, while the Charis Guard was discussing in a low voice who should be suppressed.

Odd saw this move and laughed loudly at Imric, who was still asking the herald to record his name.
"You have to give me some points later, otherwise I will fake the match."

"Don't worry, I have your share."

The pre-war warm-up session was almost over, and the melon-eating crowd was watching the two veterans confronting each other. A Charis elf suddenly said,
"Who do you think will win?"

"Prince Odd, Prince Edgar may be famous, but this is infantry combat, Prince Oud's best field."

Imric put away the last gold leaf coin and yelled at the crowd who were still discussing,
"What are you doing? I didn't see a fight coming. Shut up and learn from me."

The warriors who looked at each other affectionately for a while showed their special skills. Edgar still used the long halberd that he usually used in foot combat, trying to use his length advantage to open up the situation. Only a fool would think that Prince Charis is a weakling and choose to fight with a long sword. Fight the axe.

The precise and deadly halberd stabbed Odd's chest. This was an obvious test. Whether you choose to dodge or block with a battle ax, you will be greeted by the halberd's diverse attacks.

But Odd obviously ignored this kind of temptation. The battle ax held in his chest did not have too much power, and he only relied on the strength of his arms to hit the side of the halberd.

With a sonorous sound, the halberd was immediately lifted open, and the force from the top caused the handle of the wooden pillar to bend and rebound significantly, almost falling off Edgar's hand in the eyes of others.

Odd roared angrily, his eyes widening and gathering momentum. The lion on his shoulders seemed to come alive at this moment, with his long gray hair flying around his temples, just like an awakened twilight lion.

He broke the distance advantage of the halberd in the most direct way. If he stabbed, he would slash, if he picked, he would slash. If he hooked, he would also slash. He walked towards his opponent with the most determined pace, rough and wild.

As a bystander, Imric rotated the gold leaf coins with his fingers to assess the battle, and felt that Oud's fighting style was very different from that of Kohir.

The latter's swing of the Cuiyin Ax is quite enjoyable to watch, and his elegant and precise moves are just like the most superb dancer, which is in line with Asul's impression of a perfect warrior with both reality and reality.

Odd, on the other hand, appears to be much wilder. Many of his subconscious ways of exerting force are life-threatening. It is obviously used to deal with large targets. The simplest metaphor is that he is a bit like a dwarf butcher.

Although he is no stranger to killing people, he is still best at killing monsters.

Secretly observing the surrounding Charis guards who had sweaty palms, they seemed to be worried about losing all their hard-earned stipends. This was a bit good.

I just like this kind of simple and crude unit, and I have to find a way to get more from Oud. How can 500 people be enough? At least [-] are needed.

(End of this chapter)