Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 679 The Boundary of Ability

Imric shook his head and sighed from time to time, and his unhappy posture could be seen when he walked. No one knew what he and Lord Dais had said.

Teclis, the organizer of the plan, immediately asked if he knew of anyone in Athel Loren who deserved Imric's respect.

And judging from the shape of Imrik's mouth when he observed it from a distance, he even saw your honorific.

"What did he tell you?"

"The Twisted Forest northeast of Moon Lake, this is the place we are looking for. Go, Teclis, and prepare for the trial of the traitors."

Imric felt a little powerless when he spoke, which made Teclis even more confused, but thinking that what he had been looking forward to day and night could come true now, he didn't care so much.

"And the second plan?"

"If you continue, the success rate will be much higher, and your physical problems will be solved."

In the middle of the night, Imric was sitting alone in the stern of the ship, looking at Caledor in the distance. Those onlookers knew that the prince wanted to be alone, so they all left a private space for him.

He pulled out his ancestor's sword and looked at the elven runes engraved on it. He recalled the exchange with Dais and felt a sigh of relief.

Consider Aslay a compatriot?It seemed too ridiculous for Caledor.

In his own eyes, even the most annoying red-crowned skink, Tehenhoin, is much more pleasing to the eye than these springtails.

"The most hateful thing is not the heretic, but the heretic." After sarcastically saying to himself, Imrik put away his sword and prepared to go back to the cabin to sleep. Unfortunately, there was no one to warm the bed, otherwise it would have been a pretty good day.

Watch the game during the day to find faults, drink some wine in the evening and brag, temporarily putting aside the responsibilities of the prince.

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Aralos, who was undergoing treatment, wrapped a cloth around his abdomen and leaned on the guide stone alone, thinking about everything that happened today.

Imric has no mercy. From the moment he first came into contact, he has been looking for opportunities to kill all Asrai. He does not care about the majesty of the king and Queen Ariel. Perhaps causing a large-scale conflict is exactly what he wants.

Due to the complexity of the king's character, no one can guarantee that the lord who will be resurrected next year will be a sensible lord instead of a madman who only thinks about killing and revenge.

If Aslay is killed by Imric this time, it will inevitably cause a large-scale conflict, and the Wild Hunt will descend on the Dragon's Back Mountains.

And with Caledor's character of retribution, even if this wild hunt yielded nothing, he would never be as cold-blooded as Elion.

At that time, another elven civil war might break out, but Asul changed his target from Druzi to Aslay.

But what good does this do to him?
After meditating for a long time to no avail, Araros wanted to pray to Lilith for some guidance. Many years ago, it was the same moonlight that led him to break through the dwarf encirclement and escape from the Gray Mountains.

"Have a drink, Aralos."

Dess suddenly appeared, causing Araloth to stop saying one of my prayers. The blind blacksmith was carrying two wooden bottles full of Athel Loren's treasures.

"Lord Dais." Aralos took the wooden bottle handed to him and looked at the old man sitting next to him.

Looking at the silent jungle, he took a sip of purple wine and talked about some doubts in his heart.
"You and Imric know each other?"

"So, I took care of the Caledor family a long time ago. To this day, he has never forgotten me and still has some respect for me." Dais took a sip and asked the thoughtful young man,
"What do you think about today's game?"

"I lost, I lost completely, but everything will change." He was unwilling to accept it. Perhaps this was what Alaros was thinking. That Caledor Assur just relied on gifts and artifacts to win, accumulate strength, and always There will be a chance to wash away this injustice.

Knowing that Alaros was determined not to give up, Dais said something important, "Elvis, the Azul who defeated you during the day is only in his early 130s."

"130 years old..." Aralos squeezed the wooden bottle. This was far from the golden age of elves. What could be expected was that Elvis's potential was terrifyingly high.

Dais brought up an unrelated matter, "What are your duties, Alalos."

"While your majesties are fighting to continue Athel Loren, stop all covetous eyes."

Dais shook his head slowly and rejected this responsibility, "No."

"Aslay's dignity will never..." "Nor." Dais categorically rejected the young man's mistake, "It is to protect Athel Loren."

"What's the difference?" Even the respected Lord of the Starlight Forge would inevitably feel dissatisfied if he rejected two duties in a row, as was the case with Araloth.

"What is the origin of Aslay?" Dais asked, and after seeing the heroic man's answer not far away, he told the answer,

"He was a refugee from Asul during the Battle of Longbeard, and signed a contract with the jungle spirit, and both parties will protect Athel Loren together.

Our population is sparse, and we are by no means the elite nobles of the Ten Kingdoms of Ulthuan. Most of our skills are not mastered. We also rely on the teachings of Queen Ariel for magic. King Orion runs in the wilderness day and night, teaching Aslay the hunting skills. The ancestors The wise ancient tree people of the Council have been friends with Aslay for generations. "

"But this does not mean that Aslai is inferior to Asul. We have never claimed to be the best race in the world and use our own methods to maintain the balance! You have also seen Imrik's attitude. He is Treat Aslay as nothing, just a rat waiting to be slaughtered!"

"So where is the edge of Asrai's ability? Do you think Asrai can take on the war with Caledor with his ability?"

"Of course, we have the best cavalry and mobile troops. The tenacious and tenacious jungle spirits are enough to withstand tens of millions of armies. Athel Loren is a natural protective circle. The mobility of the roots of the world Asrai comes and goes like the wind. As long as the king With just one thought, the mainland of Caledor is in danger."

"Ha." Dais smiled slightly. Until now, hasn't this young man understood? Caledor is no longer the silent kingdom of the past. This is a force that can be called the fourth clan of elves, far away. Aslay, who is the weakest among the other three, knows better what war is.

Des patted the dust on his body and said the last words before leaving, "I will try my best to persuade Imric to stop this game and not do anything stupid, Araloth."

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There was nothing to say all night, and when it was the next day's game, Aslay's momentum obviously declined a lot. There was a high probability that this game would overturn.

But unexpectedly, the Sotigo Sect announced that it would abstain from the final individual match with Aslay, and obtained the other party's consent.

Elvis thought to himself that the big white lizard was really angry yesterday and was going to call a few big guys to come over and kill all these Aslays.

As for Imric, he was speechless as he listened to the small report of the Slann Council. After all, sending an army of beasts led by the Terror Lizard across the vast ocean to the old world required more energy than just transporting a few ancient blood warriors.

And looking at this posture, the Great White Lizard has already assembled the Itaza Guardian Legion and contacted the Chaku Asotigo Legion, intending to kill all the enemies of the Ancient Saint at once.

"Don't let them come, it's not a real war." Imrik covered his forehead, couldn't he be less troublesome, especially Elvis, who seemed to be extremely encouraging the big white lizard to cause trouble, and the albino snake's skull was strange, Location coordinates have been provided for Terhenhoyne.

After the Great White Lizard officially withdrew, even though he had only won three games, the championship of this human competition had already fallen to him without any suspense.

But for Itaza champion warriors, what is probably worth mentioning about this game is that when fighting Tyrion, relying on the iron turtle shell made the war lord a little desperate.

The empire sent a white wolf knight, holding a war hammer and a white wolf cape on his shoulders. His long hair and beard that had never been taken care of looked particularly rough. He shouted "for Yurik" and looked directly at the Bretonnian master who was about to appear.

Many Caledo Assur still have some impressions of this White Wolf Knight. He was an inner ring knight who met in the Great Holy War at first. Unexpectedly, he is not dead yet.

Not surprisingly, Bretonnia also sent a rival Holy Grail Knight who became famous at a young age. He killed all kinds of beasts while searching for the Holy Grail and was considered a hero.

The competition between the two sides was very intense. The battle between the war hammer and the sword did not give in an inch, as if they were pure warriors. Compared with the previous two days, the confrontation with monsters like the big white lizard was undoubtedly more enjoyable to watch.

But there is a significant difference between the two sides. The weak divine power emerging from the body is different. Every attack and every defense of the Holy Grail Grandpa can be filled with golden light. The wounds scratched by the hammer blade are dripping with golden blood, and his bright eyes are also It confirms the majesty of the lady.

Although the White Wolf Knight on the other side always shouted the name of Ulric, except for the four fangs that appeared when he opened his mouth, the White Wolf's divine power had no obvious expression. He looked like a tough and unyielding wild mortal warrior, fighting against The recipients fight.

The two sides fought fiercely. The White Wolf Knight's cloak was in pieces, and there were many wounds on his body. The dwarf's plate armor was also pierced with many flaws. On the other hand, the Holy Grail Knight's shield only had dents of various sizes and was beaten. The injury recovered quickly.

Regarding this, Imric could understand that the martial arts levels of both sides were on the same level, and the White Wolf Knight even vaguely won by half a point. It was indeed impressive to physically tame a half-gryphon.

But the problem is, how much things are given by the leaders on both sides, there are only more than 200 Holy Grail Knights in Bretonnia, who are the focus of Lilith's attention, and they are the best of the best.

The coverage of the Ulric Church is the northern part of the empire, from believers to Great Ulric, from the newly initiated White Wolf retinue to the Teutonic Guards.

If Ulric had the ability to bring the White Wolf Knight's blessing to the level of the Holy Grail Knight, any other imperial god would be able to take the position of the fifth god of Chaos.

He glanced at Magnus, who looked a little embarrassed, especially his face that kept moving his lips slightly. He was probably trying to get the boss to pay more attention to him, and he was praying that he wouldn't be beaten because the background wasn't strong enough.

(End of this chapter)