Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Fernand Carcassonne ignored the etiquette of a master and a servant and pushed Henry Leo Cornish into the chest. He was not angry that he was defeated in the battle with the elves, but that the king's idiotic behavior insulted the name of a knight. , was dragged to a position by witchcraft, and his first reaction was to appease the vulture?
"What on earth are you doing?! The lady asked us to come here. Perhaps these elves have extraordinary strength, but don't you feel ashamed to accept the lady's help many times?"

A rare panic appeared in Henry's eyes. After falling to the ground, why was his first reaction not to face the enemy, but to appease his companions?

The king thought silently in his heart that this was the witchcraft of the elves, which pulled the noble knight to the ground and confused his mind.

The older Holy Grail Knight stopped the young Duke's nagging accusations. They somewhat underestimated Caledor's cavalry power, and they all used Aslay's wild cavalry as a standard prediction.

But the results cannot be said to be similar, they can only be said to resemble two species.

"Fernand, calm down, the Green Knight is here."

The Knights of the Lake who silently guarded Bretonnia all returned to their original positions, and only the Green Knight led by the Nether Horse stepped forward in a manner that was extremely familiar to all the Holy Grail Knights.

He silently looked at the knight king who bowed his head and said nothing. He seemed to have some judgment in his heart, but he quickly gave the lady's order,
"Join this duel...try to win..."

Just as he came, the Green Knight disappeared without warning, leaving only the Grail Knight who was no longer fanatical.

Although I hate to admit it, with the help of the lady, the hundreds of Holy Grail knights and elf knights are actually on par.

Henry adjusted his mentality and turned his attention to the emperor who suddenly intervened, as well as the battle flags of the three main gods of Ulric, Sigmar and Tal held by the knights.

He now vaguely understood that this duel was not about fighting for a piece of useless territory, but about determining the future voice of the four forces, and their respective gods were taking sides.

Give Magnus a big hug and fist-bump greeting. This bald man is one of the few friends Imric really values. His spirit of being willing to sacrifice himself in exchange for salvation has never changed since the beginning.

The world needs such people. Martyrs may be stupid and tragic, but they are also great enough.

Looking at his heraldic plate armor with the imperial skull symbol with a smile, Imric joked,
"The last time I met someone, he was just an unknown little priest. This time he has suddenly transformed into an emperor. It really makes me uncomfortable."

"If you haven't become an emperor, how can you have the qualifications and respect for the Dragon Prince to communicate like this." Magnus did not lose his sense of humor and did not ask why Imric fought against the Bretonnian knights.

Seeing the leader getting off his saddle, the elite knights following him did the same thing and greeted them one by one.

Imric nodded one by one and said hello to a few familiar faces, especially the knight holding the purple gryphon battle flag.
"Weitz, it seems like you are not doing well as a half-griffon knight. Are you interested in working under me? Caledor needs outstanding warriors like you."

The middle-aged knight named Weitz showed a wry smile. It was really confusing whether you were serious or joking. He could only shake his head and said that he had no plans to leave the empire for the time being.

This answer was not surprising, and Imric was not upset. He walked up to Weitz and stared at the half-gryphon, which was as tall as a man. It had soft hair, bright eyes, and a beak like a steel hook. Just not ordinary stuff.Although the Dragon Prince believed that the strategic value of this beast was considerable, he always regarded it as a pet in his heart, and even joked about licking the head of the half-gryphon.

The demi-griffon, who didn't want to be touched by strangers, gave a warning. After finding no results, he raised his thick forepaws, intending to teach this reckless pointed-eared man a lesson. The sharp claws that were originally hidden in the flesh pads were exposed to the air, facing the dirty people. Hand shot.

After a while, Imric looked at the stiff half-griffon and said with a smile,
"This little guy is quite fierce. I hope the ones I raise can be like this."

There seemed to be a drop of speechless sweat on Weitz's forehead. The half-griffon he had desperately caught from the forest back then, Imric touched it casually, and as soon as the aura came out, it immediately turned into a chicken cub.

Why stare at a few demi-gryphons when you already have a dragon.

After stroking the half-gryphon until it was almost paralyzed, Imric felt that he had had enough. He patted the chicken feathers on his palms and reminded Magnus with a serious look,
"This duel is of great significance. In recent years, conflicts between multiple parties have gradually intensified. The impact of large-scale conflicts is too deep. It is essentially a competition between countries to show off their muscles. You'd better dispatch a few archery masters and griffon knights immediately. come over."

Magnus raised his glasses and said, "Competition event."

Imric stared at Aslay's army that had just run out of Athel Loren, and said with a disdainful smile, "Individual competitions, team competitions, riding combat, archery, aerial combat, but there's no telling what Aslay will come up with." Weird projects. For example, giant beast fighting, then you'd better bring in the modified Conqueror."

While Little Glasses was thinking about how to deal with it, Imrik waved his hand and prepared to leave, "We don't need to worry about the things hidden behind this, but if the empire is too weak this time, some things will be difficult in the future. Stay strong."

"How many championships are you prepared to win?" Magnus asked Imrik. He felt that the most important thing in this competition was how many Caledor wanted.

"Three, as long as they can win, but Aslay can't have one."

Aralos had a brief exchange with Edgar and kept asking what was going on. The ground was full of scorch marks and broken sand, and there were many broken traces showing spider web-like fragments. You actually said that nothing happened?
Edgar pushed away Aralos who kept asking questions, and cursed impatiently,

"Don't pretend to be Lord Athel Loren in front of me. It's bullshit in the eyes of the Dragon Prince. What I say didn't happen means that it didn't happen. If you have the guts, let Orion bring the Wild Hunt to the Dragonspine Mountains and watch him. Can we be resurrected at Era Oak next time?”

a.The onlookers gave the old man a thumbs up. When they encountered the Dragon Prince's arrogance in the past, they would inevitably feel unhappy, but now looking at their attitude towards foreigners, they felt inexplicably refreshed.

In fact, Aralos already knew what was going on here, but he wanted Asul to give an explanation. You guys attacked Bretonnia as soon as you disagreed. You must know that these are hundreds of Holy Grail Knights.

If the usual border conflict between the two clans mobilizes nearly half of the Holy Grail Grandpas, whether Asrai can leave this wilderness is a matter worthy of consideration.

What made him even more fearful were the Flame Knights. It was rumored that these knights were transformed by Imrik using Ancient Saint technology, but the specifics could not be told. I heard they were very good.

But looking at it now, don't even think about winning this stage of the cavalry battle. Let the most elite forest captain lead the giant herd deer, and I'm afraid even he can't beat the divine power. (End of chapter)