Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Damn, I want to play."

Odd, who was counting the money, muttered quietly during the night's rest. He had a good eye and made a lot of money in the peripheral handicap.

Imrik, who knew the nature of a warrior, did not refrain from adding extra points to this game. Under the premise of limiting the upper limit of the amount, the Dragon Prince's herald opened a handicap on the periphery.

If you are confident, come and give it a try. The winner will not only get honors, but also practical monetary rewards.

Counting how many small notes there were in his hands, Oded felt happy.

A piece of paper is worth ten gold leaf coins, and each time you press up to ten pieces, the odds are one to one. After playing for more than ten games, I almost have three hundred pieces of paper in my hand. This is faster than chopping wood on the mountain. too much.

There are hundreds of games to come, how can I earn 10,000+ gold leaf coins?

"Prince..." The old guard hesitated. The influence of you counting money here is not good, and the Dragon Prince's herald made it clear.

If funds are deliberately raised to fight a match-fixing, not only will all the funds be confiscated, but the Dragon Palace will be held accountable afterwards, in order to prevent the duel from being overshadowed by small bets treated as fun.

Odd put the note away and pretended to cough twice, "I know that Imrik is turning a blind eye in the current game. He will definitely not be able to do this when he reaches the promotion stage."

He rolled his eyes, without the aura of the old prince at all, and put his hand on his old friend's shoulder and whispered,
"Go and find out the information about the Sword Saint of Hoth. Don't worry about the Flameborn Knights. Imric will definitely let them lose a few games on purpose to prevent the theme of this game from becoming empty. I estimate that the final victory in the team competition will be Nor could it be Caledor."

"This is not good." The old guard looked embarrassed. What was originally just an outside offer changed for the prince. The other two countries didn't care about the upper limit of only one hundred gold leaf coins. It was really a bit strange. Lost face.

Odd took out a lot of finger-width pieces of paper and was silent for a while, staring at the icon with the dragon prince's herald seal on the paper for a long time.
"José, it takes an adult Assur five days to transport a piece of wood out of the mountains, and another five days to deliver it to the dock and hand it over to the carpenter. The money you get in the end is just enough to make ends meet. A piece of Warcraft skin We need to risk our lives and go through multiple processes to barely meet the buyer's requirements, but the money we get is only a fraction.

But even so, the people of Charis still silently supported the palace's actions.What I hold in my hands is not money, but responsibility. "

The old guard sighed and left. The former prince seemed to have enlightened after the rise of Caledor, and took the initiative to put down his posture and try to carry out the money making matter to the end.

He carefully analyzed Imrik's actions since he succeeded to the throne. The Dragon Prince begging for food from the War Council has never appeared in Ulthuan. If Prince Caledor can do this, so can Prince Charis!

Encouraging the old guys to work harder tomorrow, Odd did not participate in the evening banquet of Imrik's group of young people, and just sat on the small bench and ate the food.

On the other hand, Imrik's side was much more lively, as if they were holding a social banquet, each introducing their glorious deeds, including killing Druzi and Chaos Barbarians, and finding many wild beasts to satisfy their hunger in the Anulli Mountains. Although Simple, but still enjoyable.

Imrik smiled as he listened to Creon bragging about his glorious deeds of killing Druchi in the Battle of Fennoir Plains, and how he pierced a Cold Lizard chariot with a lance, killing three opponents at once.

It's a good thing to blend into the atmosphere, and it will be more harmonious to fight together in the future.

I habitually handed the cup aside and waited for the servant to fill it up with wine, but after waiting for a while, I still didn't hear the familiar sound of water dripping.Thinking that this servant wouldn't have the guts to do so, the prince didn't even pour wine and called the person in charge of the ambassador to come over, questioning who was responsible for such stupid material preparation.

The ambassador was already a little numb. This was not a visiting group, but a sightseeing group taken by Prince Long.

His tone was calm, as if he was resigned to his fate.

"Your Highness, the wine prepared has been carefully calculated and is just enough to drink during the voyage."

"It's so unlucky that after the duel there was no wine to celebrate the warriors." Imrik signaled the ambassador to get out of here, and then threw him to the communication department between the Phoenix Court and Caledor. This ability still needs to be refined.

He scratched his head and wondered where he could find a drink. Imric, who was full of energy, thought that he must have just rushed into Athel Loren and snatched Aslay's drink, which was convenient and trouble-free.

After roughly guessing Imric's thoughts, Teclis sighed and took the initiative to undertake the work.
"Ogusger and I went to Bordeaux to buy some wine and came back."

Before Imric could speak, Teclis had already pulled the magic swordsman who was listening to Creon's bragging and disappeared into a white light.

The noisy and lively dinner lasted for a long time, and the atmosphere finally reached its peak after Tigris brought not only wine, but also a large amount of logs and raw meat.

Let go of the differences brought about by identity, enjoy this wasteland far away from the political environment of Ulthuan, and let it become an indelible mark.

The leader of the Gray Eagles watched everything in silence. His amazing eyesight allowed him to see everything that happened clearly, feeling the eliteness of the Assur warriors.

They also suspected something. They had known for a long time that someone was waiting in the forest, but they did not send any manpower to find out the situation, intending to show their strength here.

"Are you confident to defeat them?" A cold female voice echoed in the leader's ears. The blond woman wearing a deer antler crown looked at the lively Asul camp in the distance with an air of eternal death.

"Poison, attacks, traps... they can die in many ways, but not as warriors." The leader hinted that the Gray Eagle team's area of ​​expertise is not hand-to-hand combat, and the three groups playing today are all Osu. An's most elite close-range assault warrior.

"That means no." The maid's words were still cold, making a judgment on behalf of the queen. She was still staring at the Asul camp, and through the obstruction of the crowd, she seemed to see the prince who was considered a threat.

He talks and laughs very normally, like a noble man catering to the praise of others, but a deeper side is hidden under this temperament.

"Asrai needs to participate in this game, and Araloth can choose any of his two warriors."

"Understood." The leader, who had no interest in so-called politics at all, expressed that he knew that Aslay had always wanted to get rid of the scornful name of Ulthuan Colony, but Fenubar's gentle policies and modest words prevented them from using their favorite method. Solve the problem.

Asrai is a hunter, a killer, and a dancer, but he is not a politician. A proper show of force may make Asul give up on deepening the relationship. (End of chapter)