Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 68 The Wheel of Hate
Back at the manor, I came to a room with Agthel. There was not much courtesy, and the two were very familiar with each other. Imrik asked directly, "What did the investigation reveal?"

Agthel took off his winged helmet, revealing a typical Caledonian face, with high frontal bones and sharp eyes, "I have carefully investigated the prince's arrival in Nagarys after the Lothern War Council. All trips."

"The prince set off from Wind Howl City and ordered Uncle Randy to garrison the kingdom. After meeting with Ai Zhuo, he passed through Ailion through the Eagle Gate and hurried to the Phoenix Gate. He rested there for a day, and then directly joined the Shadow King to fight against Dulu. together."

"The biggest suspicion is at the Phoenix Gate. That is the only place that the accompanying people can't be sure of. In order to get rid of Du Luqi as soon as possible, the Prince did not choose to pass through the Giant Dragon Gate."

"Where's the old man's guard?" The current Dragon Prince frowned. When the Dragon Prince was about to enter the battlefield, he would not be accompanied by a Dragon Prince on a horse, but at least three high-ranking Dragon Princes. This is Prince Caledor. When going out, the minimum protection standard.

When accompanying, there are hundreds of dragon princes on the periphery first, then high-ranking dragon princes, and finally the giant dragon mage from the Flame Tower. This is not something that anyone can infiltrate.

Theoretically speaking, the Shadow King has this ability as the God of Loic, but Caledo has fought countless joint battles with him for thousands of years. Compared with other kingdoms, Caledo is more willing to Trust these Nagariths like Druzzi.

"This is the strange thing. I have contacted several people who served as the prince's guards. Even when they were sleeping, they were in the same room with the prince and did not leave half a step. When Cartel was at the Phoenix Gate, he was also in the prince's room. The bedroom is under a powerful spell."

At this time, Agsel also looked dignified. He was the attendant of the former prince. The prince trained him step by step from a young man who was not good at martial arts into the current general of the Semen. For him, if he could, he would do nothing. He hesitated to block the daggers of those Duruqi assassins for the prince.

"And, there is a very strange place."

"Say."

Agthel found a map of Ulthuan from the side, spread it out on the table, and pointed to the location near the main city of Nagareth—Tal Anlek, "If the prince wants to be here, Get rid of Drucci who landed at once, and tell me the time, I have already led people to set off from the dragon gate, ready to join the prince."

"But the battle was two days earlier than originally scheduled, and Du Luqi took the initiative to launch a suicide attack. When I arrived with people, the prince had already died in battle."

As he spoke, Agsel clenched his fists and spoke angrily. Seeing the dead body of an elder who grew up with him was not easy for anyone to let go of. He would always blame himself for not getting rid of it earlier. After the death of the Eternal Queen, the princes of other countries who wanted to take the opportunity to expand their influence in the Simon were directly placed under house arrest.

The Dragon Prince looked at the Semen on the map of Ulthuan, especially the Phoenix Gate, "Who is the general Tyrell of the Phoenix Gate?"

Hearing the Dragon Prince's inquiry, Agthel also briefly explained his characteristics, "Typical Lothern people."

They hugged their chests and pondered for a long time, but neither of them spoke.

Imrik spoke first, with a dignified and serious tone, "I want you to repatriate all the Caledonian soldiers from the Dragon Gate to the country within the next year, no matter what the reason is, even you."

Looking at Agthel in front of him and the winged helmet he put on the table, "Go back to Caledor."

"Tell me the reason." Agathel was not angry because the Dragon Prince arranged his affairs without authorization. As a military fortress, their battle order belongs to the Phoenix Royal Court, not to the kingdoms. Theoretically, he is in the War Council The identity of the prince is equal to that of the prince, and he does not need to obey the prince's instructions.

"There is a spy of Drucci lurking in the Phoenix Royal Court. Both the old man and the Eternal Queen died because of him."

After hearing this, Agsel's body trembled a little, he forcibly held back his excitement, and stared at the Dragon Prince in front of him. As Prince Mikhail's attendant, he was familiar with Imrik, and even if he He and Edtelis were younger, and they would serve as Imrik's attendants, but they didn't directly ask who the spy was, instead it was a matter of the Dragon Gate.

"You should know the consequences of doing this. Caledon will lose a great deal of power in Ulthuan."

The positions of each siege are scrambled by each kingdom. As long as they can get it, they can gain a great advantage in politics. Even in the election of the Phoenix King, the tendency of the siege generals is also a very important reference.

"I know, but I value the life of every Caledon more than this right to speak."

Agsel did not immediately answer whether he agreed with the idea.

Instead, he picked up the winged helmet on the table and was about to leave. Before he opened the door, he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Imric, find that dirty Drucci spy, I want to see it with my own eyes." Seeing him die before me, hanging on a dragonfire lance, his soul was devastated by the strong winds of the Dragon's Back Mountains."

"I promise."

After receiving the answer, Agsel walked out. Compared with the honor of the wing helmet, what he wanted to see was that the spy died in front of his own eyes. Even if he died, he would still be tortured.

And he is already a little tired of the position of the dragon gate general. He mediates the conflicts between the princes and soldiers of the kingdoms under his command every day. It is far less enjoyable than charging with the blood-related brothers in Caledor. He didn't care about the right to speak, and he didn't want to ask any more questions.

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In Prince Alion's manor, Gilgalion looked indifferently at the two visitors from the Phoenix Royal Court.

"What do you mean by Finubar? You look down on the Alion people so much?"

A man in casual clothes smiled and wanted to ease the situation. Ever since the two of them explained to Gilgalion that Finnubar would support him, who knew that the wild horse was completely ungrateful and even very angry.

"Prince Gilgalion doesn't want those Caledonians to win either, you know the supplies for the [-] horses..."

Who knew that Gilgalion stood up and drew his sword, pointing at the speaker.

"This is the matter of Alion and Caledon. You don't need lowly politicians who don't even know what honor is to take care of it. Get out of my manor before I change my mind."

Embarrassed by Gilgalion's words, the two could only bow and salute, and emphasized again before leaving, "The Caledonians will not win this time, this is His Majesty's intention."

Gilgalion withdrew his sword. Although he wanted to gain benefits from Caledon, even reputation, as a warrior, the basic sense of honor still occupied his soul.

As for Finnuba, it means that Alion will win without any suspense. The field, horses, equipment, food, referees... Countless ways can make Caledo exit the field. If it is the nature of a fighter, he should immediately Explain the matter to Imrik, and then organize a duel alone to avoid any interference.

But seeing the Pegasus emblem on the roof, he hesitated, the value of [-] war horses...

"As he wishes, it's time for the Caledonians to learn some lessons." Prince Ailion closed his eyes, as if this would resolve the conflict between his warrior soul and his princely identity, and escape from this unfavorable world .

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In a certain manor in Lothern, Itaris was sipping a glass of wine elegantly. Although his sense of taste was almost lost due to the traces of magic, he could not appreciate the taste of this expensive wine at all. This kind of liquid flows through, but he is still doing it. If he wants to perfectly integrate into this vain society, this kind of camouflage is only the most basic skill.

A person walked into the darkness of the room with a hoarse voice, "The false king will play tricks in the tournament and let Ayrion win."

After finishing speaking, that figure disappeared, as if it had never been here before.

Staring at the glass of blood-like wine in his hand, Itaris raised his glass to the portrait of the Conqueror, and said quietly, "I salute you, Dragon Prince of Caledor, Dragon Lord."

(End of this chapter)