Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

What are they doing.

The Greyhawks were lurking at the edge of the forest, looking at the Asurs who were busy setting up camp and feeling a little overwhelmed. This unexpected situation prompted the leader to send the news back to Alalos.

In fact, there was already a greeting staff led by the Sisters of Thorns waiting, but in order to suppress Prince Caledor's limelight, they deliberately chose a cold welcome.

Gray Eagle takes off in the jungle with information, and this meeting may undergo unpredictable changes.

While Imrik and his senior officials were bragging and giving advice on the future situation of Ulthuan, a logistics officer in charge of camping matters came over and explained the current difficulties.
"Your Highness the Dragon Prince, the supplies we carry are not enough to settle everyone. Do you want to go to Bretonnia to buy some building materials?"

Imric stopped talking and laughed. He didn't expect that the little girl from the Red-mane Family would actually sleep with Tyrion, but the backhand was to blackmail Brother Tai. If he has a child, he must belong to the Red-mane Family, which is considered a typical example. Optimized genes.

"It's such a big forest, and you told me there's a lack of building materials."

"This is not good." Although Imrik had expected this kind of reaction, the official still looked embarrassed. Naturally, you are not worried about the consequences. The ones who suffer in the end are all those working under him.

"Let the woodcutter of Charis cut down the tree, and I will be responsible for any consequences."

Imric waved his hand to signal the logistics officials not to interfere with the interesting conversation. What's wrong with cutting down a few trees? Dwarf Duozi can cut them down, and so can Caledor.

Or Tigris thought this was not appropriate and stopped the officials from letting people cut down the trees.

"The trees in Athel Loren are forest spirits. Our diplomatic targets are not only Asrai, but also these ancient beings. Take some time to go to Bretonnia to find some building materials."

"You are so weak, Teclis." Imric couldn't help but cursed the Supreme Mage. Compared with his absolutely tough attitude towards Aslay, he was undoubtedly much more gentle.

"There is no need to make unnecessary enemies. This is my policy."

Teclis motioned for the officials to follow his orders, and did not cast a great spell to uproot the hard earth and shape it into a suitable dwelling.

Working unhurriedly, letting Aslay guess his intentions, was the main reason for setting up camp.

The elves on horseback rushed to the southwest with gold leaf coins. As long as the funds were sufficient, the knights would definitely not mind letting the serfs work harder.

Speed ​​up the delivery of supplies needed by distant guests to the designated location. It is best to have enough food on the way to avoid having to find some moldy wheat in the castle.

The methodical and simple construction work could still run smoothly even without building materials. After Edgar and Odd discussed the schedule and specific victory methods for several hours, the two angry old men finally reached a consensus.

Based on actual combat standards, with Tigris here, there is a high probability that no one will die.

Under the spotlight, the competition venue marked by four piles of rocks was finally completed. It was simple and rough, but it was particularly familiar to the participants.

Imric was arranged to visit in the best position. The chair moved from the cabin looked like a captain's special position. It was spacious and comfortable, and had red velvet cushions.

The Etain elf who was pulled in and forced to be the commentator saw that the people had almost finished gathering, and the most important figures had also taken their seats. He coughed twice and cleared his throat, preparing to use the most professional way to explain the highlights of this battle. .

"The one on the left is Gabriel Burnie from Charis. He once drove the white lion chariot to drive away all the enemies of Ulthuan. His Majesty the Phoenix King gave him the reputation of the Lion Spear..."

"Shut up." Imrik impatiently stopped the commentator's exaggerated emphasis. Few of the participants were from duel competitions. They all climbed up from the rank of junior sergeant step by step, and experienced countless dangers of life and death. , to explain it in such an exaggerated way is simply an insult.

He snatched the magic loudspeaker from the narrator's hand and made a temporary guest appearance.
"Gabriel, I have heard your name, but without the help of the white lion and the chariot, can you still win the game?" The burly Asul nodded firmly and approached the giant ax as tall as a person. The handle hits the ground, using this powerful sound to prove determination,

“A son of Charis never flinches.”

"Very good." Imrik praised a little, and then talked about Savri Azul, who was playing on the right.

"Barcelona Rossbell, it is rumored that you are the Sword Master of Hoth with the greatest potential to become the Lord of Blades. Is this just a false name or is it true? Let Edred witness it."

"Now, the game begins!"

As the flag bearer waved down the dragon flag in his hand, the trumpet sounded, and the elves, who were the most elite soldiers of the two countries, started a fierce duel.

There is no commentator nagging words to arouse emotions, and no onlookers can't stop encouraging them. There is only the thing that they desire most in the duel - victory.

The giant sword wielded by the Sword Master like an arm is flexible and precise, and he can always seize the opportunity when the Charis Guards' center of gravity of the giant ax is too far forward, and there will inevitably be some gaps when attacking.

Stab, pick, chop, drill, a seemingly extremely heavy sword is like the most exquisite dagger in his palm, as fast and deadly as a poisonous snake striking out.

Although the Charis Guards are not very good at overly refined combat techniques, simple attacks and high combat intuition are also a style of warriors.

When the giant sword takes advantage of some gaps and appears in a blind spot that is difficult to dodge or block, Gabriel can successfully defend in a counter-intuitive way and organize a more effective counterattack.

This match with no time limit lasted for a long time. The beautiful scales of the Sword Master of Hoth were scratched with many scratches. He dodged the attacks in the most dexterous way, with perfect grasp of the distance.

Although Barcelona looked a little more embarrassed, with a few teeth chopped off from the white lion specimen on his shoulder, and white hair flying around the field with the attack, his momentum did not weaken and he launched the attack tenaciously and resolutely.

Although this game does not divide the kingdom's camps and there is a possibility of civil war, the national honor has given them a plan in mind. Even if there is a disparity in strength, they must not show weakness.

No one said a word, concentrating on the wonderful battle between the two warriors. Even the most arrogant Imric nodded from time to time to express his appreciation for the contestants' skills in handling some moves.

In the end, some of the old Charis warriors finally became exhausted. He originally wanted to rely on his bloody courage to end the battle quickly, but the exquisite swordsmanship of the Hoth Sword Master was indeed superb, and he delayed the game with the same physical effort.

Boxing is afraid of young people and old people are afraid of getting strong. Even elves are like this. Except for some immortal old monsters, who can stay at the top forever.

As Gabriel's physical strength was exhausted, his control over the weapon was somewhat lax, and his attack range was too large and his opponent dodged it.

The Sword Master of Hoth seized this opportunity to win the victory, lowered his body to avoid the horizontal slash, and when the helmet tassel fell with gravity, he stabbed the giant sword under his opponent's ribs.

"It's over!" Imrik applauded. This fight was really exciting, and it made everyone's blood boil. It was a pity that he couldn't play.

He finally expressed some thoughts on this game,
"The winner will naturally gain glory. This is the oracle of Edreze, but the loser should not lose everything. This is the unity of Assur. Let the game continue, and I wish the winner will win the attention of Edreze , the loser also gains the respect of his opponent!"

"Unity and respect!"

Somehow, these two themes started to be chanted, which made the atmosphere fierce again. They were eager to win, but they were not belittled by failure. This is what a duel should be like.

Imric stood up from the big chair, took the dragon flag from Creon's hand, and raised it high.
"The name of this duel competition is unity and respect!" (End of this chapter)