Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 792 Malorian’s first order

When the huge black dragon flew over Sartusa, those who witnessed it seemed to have lost the fear they should have maintained towards this powerful creature that symbolized destruction and disaster.

Most of them are vigilant and fearful, and continue to be busy with the things at hand.

A very strange phenomenon has appeared in Sartosa. The large number of pirates who originally resided here have become much more honest after the initial cleansing in Caledon. They can only huddle on the island and pray that the dragon's gaze will not shift.

But as time went by, humans gradually discovered that the elves had no interest in the rule of Sartosa. They only warned various pirate groups not to attack ships flying the dragon flag. Otherwise, even if they fled to the Tiannan Cape, they would not be able to do anything. The fate will become extremely sad.

This warning does not mean that pirates dare to set their sights on ships with other flags. At least near an island where the dragon flag is flying, it is an absolutely safe area. Any non-Calledo military forces will face danger once they approach. A double baptism of magic and artillery.

The original safe area was only fifteen nautical miles, but as the number of people gradually increased, Masno, who was in charge of the matter, also believed that a protracted war was needed and found some dedicated pirate groups to voluntarily donate the island to Caledo.

No one has established rule here. Caledor operates Sartusa completely as a military fortress, with the function of a transit station.

But an absolutely safe area is the place that merchants dream of. They have successively built various commercial facilities along the islands occupied by Caledo.

The pirate leaders thought that since the ships here could not move, why not make peace with the merchants? Some of the wise ones began to engage in escort business, leasing the area of ​​the island in their hands, and making profits from this very strange place.

A harmonious scene emerged. The pirates escorted the merchant ships to a safe area, and then established a market on the island that belonged to them, earning some profits from it.

The merchants, thanks to the influence of Caledor, were sheltered and exchanged the supplies they needed in the natural sea port of Sartusa. The Border Prince, Estalia, Tyrell, Arabi, Haimen Pass, In Bretonnia, the Southern Territory of the Empire, you can still vaguely see the Nibon people bowing their heads and saying "Hi".

Many Assur merchants who smelled the scent of gold leaf coins also opened branches here, strongly establishing the Dragon Palace to set aside a separate island to specialize in products from Ulthuan.

In this regard, Masnow, who presided over the matter, could only let the merchants act. The champion warrior flawlessly considered the impact of the existence of a strange community. This made many chambers of commerce that were difficult to develop in Ulthuan think it was an excellent opportunity, including There is the Malorian Arms Chamber, which has been controlled by Bloxon.

The elf, who was placing his weapons with a grimace, saw the black dragon passing by. There was a hint of admiration and admiration in his eyes, but he soon lowered his head due to the oppression of life.

Bloxson jumped up, his body and movements like an oversized spring, and he slapped the back of his pointed ears with his palms to remind him to quickly come to his senses. Now is the time to do business, how can he keep thinking about Caledo.

Seeing someone who seemed to be a big customer coming to the door, Bloxson quickly took out a musket from the counter and shouted to introduce him.

"The perfect combination of elf and dwarf technology, high-quality weapons produced in the Qingyan Port Military Factory, personally designed by dwarven engineering masters, and excellent muskets made by elven scholars. Only the Malorian Chamber of Commerce in the world has them, and the price is only one One hundred and twenty gold coins, along with thirty bullets, door-to-door service. If one is lost, three will be compensated." The pot-bellied human stretched out his fingers covered with various gems and took the musket handed by the dwarf master. Looking at the word Malorian carved in Elvish on the butt of the gun, I was very confused.

The weapons that had been leaked from Caledor in the past seemed to have never had specific markings. Could this be a fake?
  What about the cooperation between dwarves and elves? Even if they only know a little bit about it, the noble businessmen still know very well that except in business situations, once the two races meet, they are most likely to fight. How can they cooperate to create a weapon.

"Master Dwarf, this musket is very sophisticated, but the name of the Malorian Chamber of Commerce, please forgive me for my limited knowledge and I don't know the origin of your guild."

Bloxson pretended to be angry, and murmured loudly with the temper of a dwarf that humans are really ignorant. He called to the pointy-eared Idsworth who was wandering next to him and took out the self-evident items.

Eadsworth, who was shaking his head as if on drugs, originally wanted to fish, but this proactive gesture was too embarrassing, but he couldn't stand the repeated urging of shareholders.

If it weren't for the office's mandatory requirement to cooperate with Duo Duozi, which was issued in the form of an order, I would never have taken a step closer to Bloxson.

With such comfort in his heart, Eadsworth took out an ebony box from the counter, opened the complicated lock, and took out a Chamber of Commerce statement with the seal of the fire dragon.

He slapped the Chamber of Commerce's explanation on the counter, crossed his arms and stared at the human unhappily. Isn't he happy now? Do you dare to doubt the quality of the weapons Chamber of Commerce held by the prince?
  The eyes of the merchant noble were shining. He knew a little Elvish and could understand most of the description of the Chamber of Commerce. The Malorian Chamber of Commerce was held by Prince Imric of Caledor, and the Qingyan Port City Hall held some ownership rights. Another participant is Grim Bloxson from Karak Zubav.

He pretended to be extremely frightened, his hands were a few centimeters away from the Chamber of Commerce instructions, and he handed it back to the elf in vain.
  "It's really a crime that deserves death. I don't know the origin of Malorian. I feel honored to be thanked for your explanation. Please give me a hundred of these weapons and send them to Jax in Marienburg. The family estate.”

Bloxson was very satisfied with the initial progress he had made. He was not worried about the quality of the weapons, but was worried that no one would buy them.

But he didn't expect that Caledo's reputation seemed to be very good in the empire. He just produced a Chamber of Commerce statement stating that he had obtained a large order worth tens of thousands of gold coins.

All it takes is this human nobleman to spread the news, and soon Malorian will usher in a new spring, and the individual weapons that have been hoarded for a long time will be cleared out as quickly as possible, giving back to the engineering team that is developing the second model.

Anyway, Imric didn't say that weapons cannot be sold. As long as they are not sold to the Yankees and Druchi, there will be no problem at all. The Bretonnian grandfathers who are at odds with Caledor do not use muskets, and the serfs prepare their own weapons. They also cannot afford to purchase expensive weapons.

Bloxson, who had a small calculation in mind, was preparing to use some methods to seize a nearby island as the future headquarters of the Malorian Chamber of Commerce.

Once the airship is built, there will not only be traces of dragons in the sky above Sartusa, but also miracles of engineering.

(End of this chapter)