Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

After finishing the day's training, Yiga came to the officers' lounge at the base, took off his salt-filled military uniform, and let out a long breath.

It is naturally impossible to say that he is not tired at all, but in his heart, he believes that a leader must be a flawless and powerful being, a person who will show extremely perseverance at all times.

And this idea, he believed, was also the idea of ​​most Kisli ladies.

The officers' lounge was filled with people, mostly Marine Corps officers who had finished their day's training. The racial composition varied naturally depending on the composition.

More than twenty elf officers gathered in a circle, chatting and laughing, constantly showing off the ridiculous achievements achieved by the barbarians today. In their eyes today, these soldiers are probably tools for gaining honor on the battlefield.

Since it is a tool, it can be manipulated at will and shaped into the desired shape without considering the so-called internal factors.

Without saying a word, Yiga raised his hand to ask the elf officers standing in front of the door to move out of the way. He did not know these officers from Ulthuan Caledor. Compared with the arrogant native elves, he was more Willing to communicate with the elves who often live in Qingyan Port.

At least when talking to the elves who live among humans, they can occasionally speak a few words in Kislevian, which makes people feel very friendly.

He washed the dirt off his body in the bathroom and came to the locker room. He thought that the headquarters' attitude towards human officers might be completely different from that of elves, but the scene in front of him still touched him a lot.

The wooden wardrobes of the same specifications in the dressing room clearly identify their owners with their names. In order to take care of the human officers, they are specially identified in three languages: Elvish, Kislevian, and Imperial.

While confirming that elves are the main body, it seems that they also attach great importance to the ideas of other races...

After Yiga changed into his regular clothes, he walked out of the locker room and came to the lobby. He said hello to the fellow students who had just finished training, and prepared to ride a horse back to the city to find some help for the Hell Sea Dragon.

Given his family's financial situation, it is not difficult to buy a horse, but his father's insistence makes the child who intends to join the army very strapped for money. Equestrian training is all cultivated in the academy.

Fortunately, after becoming an officer, the salary is also promoted to the corresponding level. The navy squadron leader's matching military uniforms and war horses will be distributed. Needless to say, the military salary is prefixed with the word "royal", so the funds that should be distributed will never be in arrears.

Although it is a very precious mixed-blood war horse, Yiga doesn't have much thought about it and can only use it as a means of transportation.

Before Hell Sea Dragon had ship cavalry, this priceless horse meant little to him, and there was no space on the ship to take care of a precious creature.

As night fell, he arrived at Qingyan Port from the training base in the north, showed the relevant identification documents, and after being reminded by the guards not to ride horses in the city, he returned to his familiar neighborhood smoothly.

But as he was supposed to go home and rest, he did not choose to walk south. Instead, he came to the town guard station, found an old friend to take care of the horses, and then headed towards the location where the elves gathered.

The gathering place of elves is very different from the lively environment of Qingyan Port. It continues the traditional style of Caledor, and there is a seriousness hidden in the neat and gorgeous buildings.

There were no vendors on the street greeting each other, or barbarians preparing to enter the tavern to get drunk with their wallets. Some walking elves were also walking in a hurry, as if they had been busy all day and were preparing to reunite with their families at night.

Smoke was rising from the roofs of scattered houses, presumably where dinner was being prepared.

When it came to dinner, Yiga suddenly realized that he only ate some dry food at noon, and except for drinking some fresh water during training, there was nothing in his stomach now.

In order not to bother the visitors, he came to a shop, looked at the face of the elf girl in front of him who had been serious all day, forced a smile, and took out a silver coin.

"I'll have some bacon, please."

The little elf girl is not that old, she looks about seven or eight years old. Her pure and beautiful eyes make people sigh that even the purest sapphire cannot match them.

She first looked at the humans in front of her, took the silver coins, turned around and looked for bacon on the counter, and when handing out the goods and a few copper coins, she asked innocently,

"Are you going to fight?"

Yiga, who took the bacon, was stunned for a moment. He didn't have time to check the quality of the food wrapped in the leaves, and said with a smile,

"How did you tell?"

The little girl pouted, her pink round face twisted together, just like a little adult.

"When my brother came home, he had the same smile as yours. It's really ugly."

Yiga, who was ridiculed, was not angry and smiled helplessly, "Your brother may be too tired, but as long as you hug him when you go home, you will definitely not be tired at all."

"Really?"

The innocent look in the little girl's eyes made Yiga unable to bear to lie, but it might also be true. If you have such a cute sister, the fatigue of training is nothing.

"Really, if you don't believe it, you can try it now."

After hearing this, the little girl ran to the attic without seeming to pay attention to the situation in the shop.

This made Yiga smile even more. He turned around and prepared to untie the hemp rope tied with bacon in his hands to solve the food problem before arriving at his destination.

"I didn't expect you to lie to a little Asul girl, Yiga."

The old elf man holding a wooden stick in his hand stopped Yiga's movements.

He looked at the silver-haired old man with a slightly surprised expression, as if he was surprised as to why he met him here.

But he quickly came to his senses, put away the bacon, took two steps forward, and greeted him respectfully.

"Mr. Adela, I'm so glad to see you so healthy."

Adela, an old man who is very respected in the elven neighborhood.

As a child, Iga was disgusted with this customer who was accustomed to ridiculing his mother's poor tailoring skills. He thought he was just a stubborn, arrogant, paranoid, and indifferent old man.

But when he accidentally talked about his ideals in a tailor shop, Yiga said that he wanted to achieve supreme glory on the battlefield. However, due to his father's strong opposition, he could only stay in the liberal arts college to study boring law.

This old man used a method he didn't understand at all to solve the matter of dropping out of the liberal arts academy at the speed of light, and arranged all the procedures before entering the military academy.

The acquaintance between the two happened fifteen years ago.

Before Adela could speak, the owner of the store had already discovered this respected elder because his daughter entered the attic and returned to the shop.

He quickly rushed to him, his greeting gesture was even more humble than the human next to him.

"Your Excellency Adela, it is an honor for me not to see you for many days. Thanks to your care, Agalil's development in the town guard is going very smoothly.

I wonder if you can tell me a little bit about my son. Our family is ready to contribute to the dragon's court. "

Adela snorted coldly, as if she was very impatient with this flattery, and her wrinkled eyes showed dissatisfaction.

"With your son's qualifications, if he continues to stay in the town guard and thinks it is his duty to catch some thieves, he will not be able to contribute a small amount to the palace in his life. Seize this mobilization opportunity to perform well. This is my advice."

"Yes, yes..." The shop owner bowed humbly and left, preparing to tell the child the good news, not caring at all about the surprised looks from the humans around him.

After waiting for the third party to leave, Yiga had some doubts about the old man's identity for the first time. He rarely heard the elves living in Qingyan Port dare to speak in the name of the palace.

But it’s hard to say it when it comes to your mouth. Should I directly ask you who you are?

Fortunately, age did not limit the elf's keen perception. Adela also snorted coldly, expressing dissatisfaction with the hesitant attitude of the human boy.

"If you have something to say, just say it. What I hate most in my life is an expression that wants to ask but hesitates to speak."

"Who are you?"

"Me?" Adela smiled, hit the human boy's thigh with the wooden stick in her hand, and said with some emotion,

"Now, I am just an old man who observes the current situation of Caledor on behalf of the deceased. I am waiting for the call of Nisu and the Pale Queen, and relay everything I see to my master's servant."

Under the amusement of the old man and the extremely surprised look in Yiga's eyes, he slowly told the truth,

"In the past, I was Prince Mikhail's palace attendant and a servant to Prince Imric, an Asur who has served the Dragon Tamer family for more than seven hundred years." (End of this chapter)