Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 757 The Prince Observing the World

Late at night, Lonka woke up from the extremely narrow and thin bed and stared blankly at the strong elf snoring opposite him.

Snoring is extremely rare among elves, and even the most rude country folk from Charis consider snoring to be a form of misconduct.

But for a veteran who had been discharged from the professional military due to injuries and respiratory problems, the cry became bearable again.

Lonka continued to lie down, but the ups and downs of snoring from time to time always diverted his attention and made it difficult to fall asleep peacefully.

In a daze, he cast sound-blocking magic on his ears without controlling the time, hoping to fall asleep in this simple wooden house.

In the early morning, the guard who called Lonka to get up found that the boy showed no signs of waking up at all, and became a little anxious.

You must know that even the town guards have training tasks every morning. They are considered semi-professional soldiers. If they are not present during the assembly, they will be punished.

The veteran shook the recruit Danzi's body and signaled him to wake up quickly. The holiday was over and there was no reason to stay lazy.

Lonka opened his eyes in confusion and found that it was not the kind Miranda, but a big man with a tough face, who said vaguely,

"Are we going to gather?"

"Yes, hurry up, you still have 2 minutes to change equipment!"

Two minutes after hearing this, Caron lifted off the quilt, put on his clothes as quickly as possible in his life, and rushed to the public sink to tidy up his appearance.

When he returned to the veteran, he looked completely different from the slovenly appearance he had just now.

The veteran gave the new recruit a thumbs up. This level of efficiency can be called Caledor's model.

Handing spears and shields to new recruits, these reliable old guys have never failed Assur, and Assur will naturally not dislike the seemingly simple but extremely efficient weapons of war.

The assembly bell rang, and the guard captain first conducted a roll call. After confirming that the personnel were correct, special training began one by one.

The whole process lasts four hours. Another group of people will gather for training at four hours in the afternoon. The gathering time changes every two years.

Lonka performed very well when he first entered the training ground, which surprised the instructors. Judging from the entry form, this young man was only in his fifties. He had received preliminary militia training and belonged to the last category of recruits.

Is he still the illegitimate son of some adult?
The instructor dismissed this idea. No matter whose son he was, he had to listen to me at the Chulong Bay training ground.

In order to make this thorny head more honest, the instructor gave him a five-meter super long gun, which was a disposable item only for cavalry charges.

Except for charging with a gun in the groove of the cavalry armor, the instructor did not see anyone who could use it flexibly in infantry combat.

But Lonka swung the super long spear so hard...

Well, the instructor did not comment on this. Anyway, he thought he was not of this level, so he moved away and walked towards Dragon Prince Morika.

He asked his old boss in a low voice, "Sir, this Lonka's skills seem to be a little unusual..."

Morika smiled and looked at His Highness wielding a super long spear. Although she didn't understand why the prince sent the prince to Young Dragon Bay to serve as a town guard, it was undoubtedly a good thing for herself.

This emerging port city has attracted many dragon prince families. Their influence is far less than that of the established families in the noble council. However, after many years of business operations, there will be no shortage of wealth.

But influence is something that is difficult to buy with money in Caledor, and the arrival of His Highness has filled this vacancy.

Everyone knows the choice between competing with several established families for the influence of the current Dragon Palace, or fully assisting Drachnir, who will inherit the throne of the two kings.

And Morika has a vague feeling that if Imric seizes the throne of Phoenix King, Caledor may usher in the third or even fourth life...

The Dragon Prince smiled and instructed his retinue to take good care of Longka and follow the rules. There is no need to pay too much attention, but it must not be too prominent. It is best to be within the rules.

After receiving this inexplicable instruction, the instructor wondered what it meant. It was inconsistent. This tone only meant one thing. He must pay special attention to Longka.

The instructor, who still didn't know what to do, ordered Lonka to put down the spear and return to the regular training ground for a confrontation.

Noticing the strange looks from his colleagues, Longka also realized that the situation was not good. This was not a palace training ground. He was facing a group of elders who wanted to teach what they had learned throughout their lives. They were just some town guards who were not very proficient in martial arts.

He consciously gave up the exquisite skills he had learned before and learned the way of spearing according to the most standard guard posture.

Pierce and poke, learn to defend with a shield, stand next to your colleagues, thrust out the spear, withdraw it, raise the shield and wait for an opening...

Soldiers are trained here, not warriors...

While eating breakfast, Lonka reflected on the morning's training. It was boring and boring. He didn't imagine that a big boss suddenly appeared in the military camp and taught him experience, allowing the recruits who were not good at martial arts to counterattack all the way.

There is no oppression by superiors or heroic resistance as described by the poet. Everyone is trying to fulfill their duties.He took a mouthful of sea snake meat porridge with a wooden spoon, and Longka put it into his mouth expressionlessly to replenish his energy.

The taste of big pot rice is not pleasant, and the chef will only try to make the taste as good as possible while ensuring energy.

Compared to the palace where professional chefs supply the food, there is nothing to say.

His appetite is astonishing, and far exceeds the food allowance for town guards stipulated by the palace.

But the logistics soldiers still gave this young man who performed well in the training ground two more meals. What is the food subsidy standard for the palace?It doesn't exist. As long as you are not binge eating disorder, you can eat as much as you can.

A good body is the best asset.

Ronka doesn't like to eat vegetables and fruits. Even though his mother adjusted it in childhood, he became exactly like his father when he grew up.

As for the two apples and a small plate of various vegetables in front of me, I could only endure the discomfort and eat them.

He bit down half an apple in one bite, his cheeks twitching constantly. He felt that civilian life was a trouble, and he had to eat fruit to replenish energy...

Something's wrong, my mother seems to like eating it too...

Lonka swallowed the apple core in one gulp and walked to the rest area. After the meal, he would rest for half an hour, and then he would go on patrol from noon to night.

The captain called Lonca over and introduced him to a few people around him, "This is the young Asteni guy who just came to our team. He is the pacesetter in this morning's training. I think he has great hope."

Several captains were slightly envious. The town guards were semi-professional soldiers and could only be regarded as reserve soldiers.

After Caledo popularized education and military theory courses, his requirements for professional soldiers became higher and higher.

For those who want to enter, unless their hard power can ignore the so-called military literacy, all assessments will be very troublesome.

Town guards are a relatively special entity. Unlike militias who are only recruited during wartime, most of them lack actual combat experience.

Many veterans whose physical condition is not suitable for staying in the front-line troops and whose service age has been far exceeded can choose to join the town guard, usually as non-commissioned officers.

Among them, the personnel are all outstanding members of the militia. They intend to make up for various shortcomings and cross the threshold of professional soldiers through the personal guidance of veterans.

The captain who received the envious look laughed and said to Ronca who was pouring wine, "Lonca, I believe you will be able to break the record. In ten years, no, five years, you can enter the palace's army and serve as the equal of Oliveira. A warrior like you!"

Longka smiled sheepishly and said that he still needed to work hard.

But he still noticed the longing look in the captain's eyes when he mentioned Oliveira, and said with a little doubt, "Captain, you should be talking about Oliveira the Fearless."

"Of course, who else would it be?"

The captain with a bad tone suddenly remembered that Asteni, where Ronca was born, was the most remote village in Caledo, between the Dragon's Back Mountains and the Annuli Mountains, and the news was very limited.

In order to let the good guy know the current situation, the captain told the story of the fearless one one by one, "Your Excellency Oliveira used to be just like us, just a town guard. But he was lucky enough to join the Claws of New York and work under the command of the prince in Fen. The Battle of Noir Plains killed a Lord of Annihilation..."

In order to explain to the country boy how abominable the Lord of Annihilation is, the captain used the most vivid example to explain,
"The Lord of Annihilation is the most elite evil lackey of the Witch King. He controls the dragon contaminated by black magic. He is the most hateful traitor among the Druzi!"

With anger, the captain slightly exaggerated to explain Oliveira's feat. A Lord of Annihilation attempted to attack the artillery position. He was targeted by the Dauntless as soon as he landed. After a fierce struggle, he was killed together with his evil mount. kill.

Longka pretended to be admired and surprised, but as the heir, he could read most of the palace archives.

The record about the fearless Oliveira is very clear. After the black dragon mount of the Lord of Annihilation was shot down, this miserable Druzi happened to encounter the great swordsman who was fighting. When both sides were in a dazed state, he was deeply moved to the bone. The Dauntless are trained to sever their heads with a sword.

This is very different from what the captain said, and there is a lot of luck involved.

The captain vaguely explained Oliveira's contribution to the Snake-Rat Jihad, and together with the champion warrior Masno, he crushed the Rats' conspiracy.

When explaining the siege of Krakarond, it instantly became clear to everyone. Even the layout of the scene, the surrounding buildings, and the face of the Blade Lord were all clear.

Seeing Ronca's admiration, the captain was very satisfied and patted the shoulder to encourage the young man, "Oliveira is a role model for all of us. If you meet the enlistment standards, I hope you can go to Anaheim and get a noble The title also makes me look good, hahaha."

Noble title...

Although Lonka really wanted to say it, he suddenly didn’t want to say anything anymore...

But seeing the admiration of several captains when they mentioned Oliveira, Lonca silently remembered this matter in his heart. It seemed that the fearless man's reputation among the people was very high.

(End of this chapter)