Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 655 The fate of the old lion
The two people who were going to start a breeding farm together wanted to make it decent. Not just some demi-gryphons, there were also many rare animals in Athel Loren.

The two princes took advantage of the darkness to reach the front of the deck, took out a pair of telescopes that were produced by the rapids, and looked at the dense forest that was no longer far away.

Imric pretended to raise his telescope, as if he had actually found something in the forest.

"I think the Giant Herd Deer are pretty good. Do you dare to catch a few and raise them? The price will be half a gryphon."

"Dry."

"Timberwolves."

"Dry."

"Giant Eagle."

"Dry."

"Olaine."

Odd subconsciously wanted to do it, but immediately realized, is Orion something that can be raised by humans?

He warned Imrik, who was still in a state of excitement, "I don't want to get involved in the mess between you, don't bring me into it."

Imrik, who put down the telescope, pretended to be surprised, "Oh? So you came to Athel Loren to pick up some leaves to feed the white lions? You have enough money."

To put it bluntly, the old lion felt that there was no reward and did not intend to intervene. As for the so-called incarnation of Kunos, in his eyes, I am afraid that at most he is a mutant god chosen, a giant Aslay with antlers.

Charis had never cut anything, and in his own memory, it seemed that he had never heard of Odd's retreat.If Kunos really comes down to earth, I'm afraid he will have to take two axes to test the authenticity.

"This is not a matter of money." Odd sighed deeply, holding the railing with both hands like Imric, looking at Athel Loren who was about to arrive, like silver moonlight shining on his white hair, looking particularly lonely.

"Charis's size does not allow me to make any mistakes. Arion experienced Orion's massacre thousands of years ago, and he could barely recover with the help of all parties and the superior environment.

But if Orion were to do something like that in Charis, even with your speed, it would be impossible to provide immediate support.When the reinforcements were about to arrive, he got into the tree hole and ran away, slapping his butt. I didn't dare to use this kind of thing as a bargaining chip. "

"I'm not like you. I have so many things in my hands. Even if I throw the dragon horn to Fenuba, I can barely survive. But Charis, alas."

He roughly guessed that Odd didn't want to risk offending Athel Loren, so he deliberately avoided the matter. Imric thought for a moment, but his purpose of coming here couldn't really be to join in the fun. This escape The reason is too far-fetched.

Thinking of some previous rumors, I vaguely guessed the purpose of Odd's trip.
"How is your grandson injured?"

Having guessed what he was thinking, Odd nodded silently, his sad temperament wishing he could immediately find a few bottles of liquor to anesthetize his uncontrolled brain.
"He is a great young man. In order to protect the residents of the village from leaving, he and his partner White Lion stopped the Druzi commando. When I last saw him, the poison had already infected his body. I begged many people, Including Alarielle, but she is just barely hanging on to a life, and she would be worse off dead than alive."

"Ariel...you are so stupid to put your hopes in Aslay's queen."

Odd held his forehead and rubbed his temples with his fingers to relax his expression.
"If you were to suffer such a misfortune, even if the cure was in Nagarund, Mikhail would still dare to take huge risks and fight to the north. My reputation as a prince is not important at all compared to the life of my grandson. Something. His father died just because of my meager self-esteem. I owe him a lot."

"I can understand." Imric put his hand on Odd's shoulder for the first time, but even Alarielle was helpless about the poison, and I'm afraid Ariel wouldn't have a good solution.

What's more, Ariel's situation is not very good. The black magic has corroded the queen's mind. There may be only a few residual traces left, but Odd's visit may not be a good look.

"Well, for my father's sake, if Ariel can't do anything, I may have some means."

Odd acted very calmly, and he didn't look like he was excited when he found a life-saving straw.
"Conditions." "If Orion suddenly comes out, you are responsible for stopping him for a while, no matter what method is used." Imrik said a big thing indifferently, and asked the old lion to stop the incarnation of the god walking in the mortal world.

It is undeniable that Orion is indeed regarded as the top figure in the world, but Imrik has never regarded him as a real threat. Perhaps Tyrion, who does not have Kane's Holy Sword, can face him without falling behind.

After all, the Dragon Armor's designated nemesis, the Star Lance, is in his own hands. As cowardly as the incarnation of Kunos is, he may not be able to defeat the Sun Sword and the Dragon Armor version of Tyrion.

People who rely on their wives to get along are not worth mentioning at all.

"Okay, I don't care what you do in Athel Loren, but I want a promise." Odd looked serious and seemed to be taking care of the funeral.

"If I die, you must cure Arao and provide him with political asylum when he first enters the Phoenix King's Court."

"I promise you, but don't think about things so pessimistically. If a prince dies, Fenuba's strategy of bridging the relationship between Asul and Aslay will completely fail."

Odd seemed to relax after getting the answer. What he feared most was that Ariel couldn't do anything. But since Imric had the ability to do it, he didn't mind dedicating himself to his old friend's child at the end of his life.

But when it came to Fenuba, he immediately cursed,

"Bah, I don't care what his plan is. I didn't get a good look when I saved Aslay last time. If it weren't for the stupid supervisor of the Phoenix Court who kept stopping me, I would have cut off Aralos' head long ago. Yes. You thought very well, do you think you can get thanked like this? It’s just like Druchi’s mother who hasn’t been slept with by a war horse—a dream.”

Cursing each other about the policies formulated by Fenuba was a routine operation, just like disobedient employees always like to betray the boss, but the two people present really dared to point their noses and curse.

Odd asked Imrik to wait for a while, walked back to the room, took out the white lion cloak with both hands, and said with a little nostalgia and ridicule,
"You must look down on such a mediocre thing, but it is finally a decent gift that I can get. This is the white lion skin that your father took away from me in Charis. I carry it with me. It’s convenient to remember how hateful he is.”

"It's a very good thing." Imric did not refuse and asked Odd to tie this white lion cloak on himself. It has little practical use, but its commemorative value is immeasurable. It symbolizes the relationship between the two princes who have been guarding Ulthuan for a long time. friendship and grievances between them.

He patted Imrik on the shoulder with great satisfaction, and encouraged him before leaving,
"Work hard. It's best to fulfill your father's long-cherished wish, so that when I go to the gate of Nisu, I can talk about how you surpassed him."

"If you are not dead by then, you can also vote for me."

Odd smiled freely, waved goodbye, and hummed a song belonging to Charis, lonely and loud, like the solo chant of a hunter wandering between the valleys.

Imrik also said goodbye with a smile. He had achieved enough wonderful things in his life and did his best for the people. He stayed in the mountains day after day to get rid of the monsters that threatened the country.

Although boring, this is the fate of the White Lion Prince.

After Odd walked away, Imric looked at the dark night sky and said on the empty deck,
"How do you feel? Sir Edgar."

A somewhat pale Edgar appeared from a hidden corner. He knew he had been noticed, but he still listened to the exchange between the two.

The originally calm heart gradually became tense after Odd talked about the misfortune of his descendants, and finally he became a little tearful during the familiar chant.

Edgar silently walked to Imric, stood in the same position as Odd, and said with a trembling voice,

"Imrik, no, Mikhail's son, Odd cannot die, at least not yet."

Imrik really wanted to laugh. Why did everyone think of sacrifice so easily? If he really wanted to attack Aslay, would he bring only this few people?
"I never said let him die. Don't overcomplicate things. Take a good rest and recuperate. You are a flag of Caledor. How can you let Aslay look at Caledor with a white face tomorrow? A joke?"

(End of this chapter)