Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 687 I will witness it all

The game lasted for a long time, and Ariel was finally worried that Imrik had another purpose, so he had to visit this place in person to feel at ease.

The final result of the game was not as expected. Weitz won all three games and was tied with the big white lizard Gorok.

After Elvis nonchalantly declared the Sotek Church to abstain, the half-griffon knight became the individual champion.

At the award ceremony, Imric looked at the demi-gryphon knight in front of him who was very impressive and showed off his armor with his head raised and his chest raised. He felt that he was a bit of a comedian, but after seeing a group of people gnashing their teeth in the audience, he also understood what was going on.

The honor is obtained, the rewards are abundant, and you can be considered a winner in life. You cannot ask a half-griffon knight to perform the feat of punching and kicking the Yankee army and kicking the Mao God's Chosen.

Although this championship is somewhat watery, it can already be regarded as the highlight of the experience.

When Weitz smiled and raised the scaly rune armor, an artifact symbolizing the champion, Imric patted him on the shoulder and persuaded him earnestly,
"Don't follow Magnus. Come to Caledor after the game. I guarantee you will be much stronger than the Empire's poor people."

"Damn it, don't poach people around me." Magnus scolded with a smile and pulled Weitz aside. How to distribute this artifact was also a difficult problem.

With so many people dying in the White Wolf Knight, it's impossible for them not to show any signs. Weitz also got a piece of armor, so why not...

As if aware of His Majesty's gaze, Weisz tightly wrapped the treasure in his hands and ran away at a faster speed.

"I have something else to do, so I will not serve Your Majesty for the time being."

He knew that it was impossible to keep this treasure for himself, and it was not justified by reason. The White Wolf Knight was responsible for the most difficult part of the Empire Individual Competition. He just had a friendly "discussion" with the Sword Master of Hoth, and then relied on the advantage of the protective gear. Defeat the Swordsinger.

But this does not prevent me from feeling the uniqueness of this armor first, and then 'gifting' it to the White Wolf Church in the name of respecting the sacrificed warriors. Both parties can get a satisfactory ending.

Tigris announced a two-day truce to prepare for the next riding battle, so some people were happy and some were sad.

The empire is naturally overjoyed. The target given by Magnus is a champion. Just get it and there will be no pressure to fight later. If you really want to compete with those monsters, you won't be able to beat them, and losing will be embarrassing.

In the excitement, the logistics officials from Altdorf brought a large amount of wine and food, and held a banquet to celebrate the victory. Magnus also specially invited Imric and a group of Assur.

With a strange look on his face, Basalola held up the grilled sausage on a wooden stick. He wanted to say that this was monkey food. How could the noble Assur eat such a thing.

But seeing the Flameborn Knights putting it into their mouths without hesitation, along with the extremely bad malt and beer, they could only restrain their thoughts.

Elvis found a few branches that were three meters long, threaded each fish with amazing techniques, and grilled them on the fire. Seeing the expression on the Sword Master Hoss's face, he knew what he was thinking.

If you ask about nothing,

"How many expeditions have you fought?"

"Never." Barsarola shook his head, staring at the grilled sausage in his hand, wondering whether it was edible.

"Aldorf pork sausage is a specialty of the empire. At that time, the Great Holy War had too many people and the logistics supplies could not keep up. I exchanged a lot with the empire's logistics officials and hid them as emergency food. Even in Nagaroth, It's a blessing to have some dried meat in your camping bag." Elvis picked up a piece of grilled sausage with his bare hands, bit off half of it, chewed it and swallowed it, saying quite nostalgically,

"This is the smell. There will never be such an authentic smell of meat in the valleys in the northern part of the empire. When it comes to fighting, it's good to have food to eat, so you can't be too picky."

Barcelona was still hesitant, fearing that this food would affect his health, but seeing how delicious Elvis was eating, he couldn't help but ask,

"You are the last son of the Hallandur family, and you are more noble than most of the people here. Even on the battlefield, it is impossible for you to be provided with this kind of food."

"Yes, indeed." Elvis nodded, without the influence of his veto status. How could Caledo be among the top five families eating such a thing.

"But when you find that the prince also bites grilled sausages, eats bad stews from the Empire or Kislev, and drinks beer that tastes of metal corrosion and earth. You will find that in fact, the essence of food is just the same , can it fill the stomach. But this alone has often become a luxury." "It sounds like you have encountered a lot of things in the empire."

"Eating barely enough food, holding tattered weapons passed down from our grandparents, but having to shoulder the responsibilities of five soldiers, these people deserve respect." Elvis raised a three-meter-long wooden stick and handed it to Pakal, who was waiting beside him, stopped talking too much and concentrated on making offerings to the incarnation of Sotek.

Barsarola took a look and said, forget it, let's eat. In Ulthuan, the Sword Master of Hoth was regarded as a treasure, but it was really different here.

At the same time, the two leaders wandered along to the other side of the Briogne River holding wine bottles, lamenting their recent experiences.

Magnus drank the troll vomit in one gulp and made two slurping sounds in his mouth, as if recalling the familiar flavor,
"This thing is still enjoyable and feels a bit like the past."

"It's a pity that there will never be a great holy war that can make you stand in the same position as me." Imrik took out a bottle of wine from the wooden basket, squatted down and clinked glasses with his old friend.

"I don't want another great holy war. It sounds extremely glorious, but there are so many sacrifices hidden behind it." Magnus followed Imric's gaze and looked at Esolo in the distance. Lun Forest, said silently,

"Old friend, don't blame me for bringing this up. You seem to be very disdainful of these Aslays."

"I don't deny this. In other words, I don't look down on any race except dragons, including Asul."

"Not surprisingly, your reputation for arrogance has spread throughout the world."

Imrik smiled, "Calledo is always said to view the world with prejudice, so the world doesn't view Caledo with prejudice."

Magnus also smiled. If the two had met earlier, they might have made a good story not only during the Great Holy War.
"It seems that I will never see a world where we understand each other, old friend."

"Based on Asul's lifespan, more than ten years of acquaintance is just a brief experience. But I understand what you mean, old friend." Imrik raised their glasses together.

"Respect the friendship and may it last forever."

"Respect the friendship and may it last forever."

The two of them made a tacit agreement not to discuss relevant political events, and just chatted every now and then.

After three rounds of drinking, Magnus, who seemed a little drunk, slapped his chest and muttered,

"Let your son come to Nunn. I will baptize him personally and make him my godson. I will ensure that no one dares to touch him in this part of the empire."

"I would be even happier if you gave him the imperial throne."

"Fuck you, let Pointy Ear be the emperor, Sigma will smash my head with his warhammer if he hears it."

"There's nothing more to say, asking my son to recognize you as his godfather? It's just a fucking dream."

"How many people are begging me, but you don't know how to look after me."

Magnus sighed, then exhaled, and said a little tiredly,

"Everyone regards me as their savior. Even the brothers I once knew will kneel before me and regard me as a god. But how long can I dedicate to the empire, 20 years? 30 years?"

"Kingdom has no eternity. Do what you should do, and you will serve as a banner to protect the empire forever. I will witness it all for you, Magnus."

(End of this chapter)