Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 681: Heavy equipment is a man’s romance
On the second day, the Imperial side was a Knight of the Blood of Sigmar whom Imrik was not very familiar with, and the Grandpa of the Holy Grail on the other side seemed to be much less powerful than the one who appeared yesterday.

Especially when the two sides fought, it seemed that they were going all out, but in fact they kept a bottom line. Prince Long also understood that these people started to fake the match.

However, this is also one of the purposes of the competition, to set the pattern of the parties for decades or even centuries within a manageable range.

Can the death of a few knights compare with the sky-high financial expenditures required for war?
It's a pity that there are only a few participating forces. If all the order races participate, a lot of things can be facilitated.

While Imric was thinking about this, the Holy Grail Knight had already received a wound in his abdomen.

Although his sword only missed the Sigma Knight's neck by a hair, the distance was like a chasm, and his eyes were glaring in disbelief.

The acting is quite realistic.

To complain a little, 'Teclis' appeared at the right time, using magic to pull the two sides apart to determine the outcome of the battle.

"The Sigma Empire wins. The next game will be against the Ulthuan Ambassadors."

When Tyrion was about to attack, Imric stopped the war lord and signaled for someone to change.

I don’t intend to compete with the empire for this reputation. If it is taken away, just take it away, even if it gives Yurik some face.

"Barcelona Rossbell, enter."

The Sword Master of Hess, who was still watching the show, was a little confused. He didn't even have a place in the top five in the individual competition, so why was he suddenly called up by the Dragon Prince?

Is your attitude of not wanting to fight against the empire a little too deliberate?

While silently complaining in his heart, he also raised his tall sword, walked to the center of the playing field, bowed his head slightly to show respect to the Supreme Mage, and waited for the alternate Imperial Knight to come on stage.

Seeing that Asur was not the one who fought against the Great White Lizard a few days ago and was at a disadvantage, Magnus gave Imric a thumbs up without leaving any trace. If you don't understand this, you are too stupid. .

We are just uniting to fight match-fixing, but what can you, Bretonnia and Aslay do?

"Weitz, come on."

"But I don't fight on horseback?" The half-griffon knight was a little confused. Although he was the strongest among the imperial knights present in foot combat after several white wolf knights died in battle, this seemed a bit against the rules.

“You are a contestant when you show up.”

"understood."

After several forces started to play tricks, the nature of this game changed somewhat. Maybe we are really bad in some aspects, but we can't stand up to many allies.

Especially the Empire, with the exception of several casualties in the battle with Bretonnia, there were no casualties in any of the individual matches. It was obvious that they had good relations with the Asur and Sotek sects, which made Magnus feel quite proud.

On the other hand, Bretonnia and Aslay basically suffered in the individual competition.

After Weez's "hard" victory over the Sword Master of Hoth, he was secretly sent to Asul's cabin, where a group of big men stood looking at him, somewhat at a loss.

"How is this young man?" Imrik asked. "I think it's not bad." Tigris spoke nonchalantly, and it was obvious that he really didn't care.

"Not bad, I remember Weitz killed a Kurgan champion rider in the Great Holy War, which took a lot of pressure off Duozi." Elvis rubbed his chin, recalling the intelligence collected at that time.

"You asked me to come, what's the matter, His Highness the Dragon Prince?" Weitz asked cautiously. He was surrounded by a group of flame knights with scrutinizing eyes in the cabin. Who could not feel this way? With a wave of the war hammer, designated My brain is about to bloom.

"You should be the representative of the Empire's cavalry." Imric said with certainty. Even if you weren't, you are now.

"Yes, yes, you want me to be interested..." Weitz glanced at the Flame Knight beside him without leaving any trace, thinking that Magnus might have made some shady deal with Imric. .

Imrik laughed and waved his hand to someone to bring the things over.
"No, I won't do such a thing. Caledor will win with strength, but I am very unhappy with Aslay, you understand."

A set of full-body plate armor forged in human style was delivered to Weitz. The dense and compact unknown runes made his eyes a little dazed. The gryphon wing symbol was lifelike, like a living beast carved on it.

"I, I'm not like that..." Weitz was about to say that the Imperial Knights were upright and would never do such a thing, when he saw a finger-sized green crystal pendant appear in Elvis's palm.

The Great Master of the Giant Horned Viper said with a slightly bewitching tone,

"This is a treasure that can save your life."

He swallowed, an ugly smile appeared on his handsome face, and said firmly,
"I am also quite dissatisfied with these Asrais. Since you are willing to support my few wishes, I will naturally be grateful."

"Fight it to my satisfaction, and these two things will be yours."

"I promise to live up to your expectations." Weitz rubbed his hands, took the green pendant thrown by Elvis, hung it around his neck eagerly, and then stared at the protective gear in front of him like a wolf.

He could already imagine how many people would be envious of him. This looked like the dwarf master's rune armor that only the electors could afford, and it could be used as a family heirloom to be given to his descendants as a benefit.

Weitz giggled for a moment, eager to touch his new lover's skin and feel the touching color of the steel surface.

Imric waved his hand and asked the Flameborn Knight to drag out the half-Gryphon Knight who was responsible for the joke. In fact, this was just an insurance measure for the empire. Aslay might be planning to play dirty.

Just applying a little poison that will cause temporary paralysis, or directly lethal toxins, are all routine methods. At least Elvis pointed out that there was something strange about the place where the chest was pierced.

Sotek's Chosen God is naturally not afraid of poison, but it's hard to say for humans. Give them a guarantee and let Aslay know where to put himself.

The next day, Weitz, who was wearing obviously different armor from yesterday, walked on the court with pride. He looked proudly at the sword chanter who only used leather armor as protection. How could you withstand the knight with your two broken daggers? The master's impenetrable defense.

As a result, another strange phenomenon occurred in the game. The sword chanter worked hard to get around the shield, seizing the gap with dazzling skills, and slashing or stabbing at the Imperial Knight's armor, there was another scraping action.

Weitz laughed loudly,

"How can you, a girl without clothes, understand the charm of steel? Heavy armor is the romance of a warrior. Grandpa will teach you this lesson."

(End of this chapter)