Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 889 The beginning of internal strife

Different from the cheerful atmosphere of constant joking and joking in the coach's camp, the Eternal Peak troops who arrived with the supply team were in a very complicated mood at this time.

The champion warrior of the Drakduraz clan - Noglin, a warrior with a beard that only barely reaches his chest, seems contrary to the common sense in dwarf society that the longer the beard is, the more advantageous it is.

But anyone who despises this champion warrior will pay a heavy price, because his nickname is Dragon Killer.

A real warrior who lived in the world and survived after completing the feat of slaying a dragon.

The beard that was no longer than his chest was the medal of that heroic battle. The dragon's breath burned the long beard that the dwarf was proud of, but in the end it brought him greater glory.

Caledor didn't know the specific identity of the dragon that Noglin killed. Anyway, it couldn't be Skalazak, the overlord of the mountains at the edge of the world.

But this does not mean that the champion warrior is weak. Every warrior who can defeat the dragon and survive is without exception the best in the race.

Unless this warrior, who is trying to gain fame by slaying dragons, is specifically looking for young dragons that can only hatch within a few years...

Norglin, who led the army into battle, marched side by side with the leader of the Angrond clan.

After Karak Budar was essentially occupied by a group of cold-blooded creatures, Belegar chose to give up the claim to this mountain fortress and returned to his position as the leader of the clan in the meeting of the mountain kings.

Just to show the world its determination, the Angland clan will never have a second home!

The army of Eternal Peak is in sharp contrast to the Angrond clan. Let alone the soldiers who make up the backbone, the wanderers who have separated from the society of the Mountain Kingdom have evolved new ideas based on the war equipment that the dwarves rely on very much. .

Most of the war equipment brought out from the Eternal Peak Armory are objects of some age. These sacred objects that fought with the ancestors, under the strict supervision of the long beard and the hard pulling and pushing of the mustache, struggled in the bad environment of the bad land. Move forward.

Even though the dwarves with endless endurance had the assistance of chassis wheels, they still had difficulty marching at a faster speed, which made the leader of the supply team slightly complain.

On the other hand, for the Anglande clan, the artillery pulled by hundreds of mules and horses allowed the soldiers to save a lot of energy, and the steam tanks that pioneered the path were pulling the load of more than ten carts behind them.

Not to mention that because the clan is too small in number, important dwarf women cannot easily enter the badlands. Imric directly stated that Caledor would provide Angland with food, fresh water and other necessary supplies.

The dwarves who enjoy the convenience only have to bear the burden of the steel armor on their bodies, the battle ax shield in their hands, and the musket behind them.

This made Noglin feel a little unhappy. On the one hand, he despised the Anglande clan for violating the rules of their ancestors and causing the clansmen to miss the link of weight-bearing exercise, and in the end they could only become a group of inferior people.

But on the other hand, feeling helpless at the slow marching speed of Eternal Peak, and reforming the army was not easy, Belega made a desperate move and used new attempts to find new possibilities.

But the size of Eternal Peak does not allow such an attempt.

Belegar, who was holding a bag of beer, asked Norgren if he wanted to take a sip. He could vaguely see the place where the elves were stationed. If he drank beer afterwards, he might forget the original deliciousness out of anger.

Noglin declined Belegar's kindness and looked at the rolling military camps in the distance, secretly estimating the number of people.

The two sides had exchanges at Haimen Pass. Caledo said that it would send more than 20,000 troops in the early stage. After the situation between the giant horned viper and Bretonnia has entered a easing stage, it will depend on the situation whether to continue sending troops.

The High King didn't quite believe this number. According to the description of the Dragon Prince who was present, apart from the necessary logistics troops, most of the 20,000 people were professional soldiers.

Our Eternal Peak can only support 10,000 off-duty professional soldiers. How could you, Caledo Hed, directly invest nearly 20,000 soldiers in the early stage? It must be a verbal trick used by the elves to deceive the dwarves into investing more troops. But after actually arriving at the station in Badland, Noglin's original contempt turned into hesitation.

A cavalry reconnaissance team of twenty people, guards in the orderly expansion of the camp, a gathering space reserved in the garrison, a huge stable...

It seems that there are really close to 20,000...

Looking back at the Eternal Peak and the armies of the Angrond clan, the dragon slayer thought that he could not be at a disadvantage in front of the elves. One dwarf was worth five pointed ears!

The Dragon Prince, who was in charge of peripheral security, soon discovered the arrival of the dwarves. The flag with the face of Granny steel was unmistakable, it was the army of Eternal Peak.

Although he really wanted to give Ai Duozi a blow and organize the cavalry to perform a charge and emergency stop tactics, Prince Long knew that if he did this, he would be driven back to the country the next day and would be unable to hold important positions in his life.

But since it was the arrival of Eternal Peak, Caledo naturally could not lose his etiquette. The Dragon Prince turned his attention to his colleagues and said that the prepared program could be played.

They looked at each other with understanding looks. A Silver Moon Dragon, which had been lying near the camp and pretended to be dead because it was difficult to adapt to the bad environment, raised its head and spread its wings at the urging of its companions and took off.

A thousand meters away from the camp, Noglin signaled the army to stop. Regardless of the contradiction with Pointy Ears, as a friendly army, you must have corresponding etiquette.

Based on Caledor’s habit of pointed ears, he was probably preparing to greet him with a giant dragon...

Noglin felt contempt in his heart, wondering what new tricks Caledor could come up with, it was nothing more than letting the dragon ride on his face to shock him, so that he could naturally gain the initiative in communication.

In the expressionless face of the dwarf leader, a Silver Moon Dragon swooped down from a height of several hundred meters, got down on all fours and roared towards the Eternal Peak army.

When the beard blew towards the neck with the dragon's breath, and the big mouth full of fangs was only five meters away, Noglin didn't feel a single wave in his heart. He raised his hand to signal to the eternal guard behind him that there was no need to be nervous.

If he really wanted to fight, he would have already sprayed a hot breath in the air, but he just wanted to rely on the power of the dragon to gain some face.

Sure enough, the pointed ears are full of eggs.

Because Noglin wore a winged helmet that covered most of his face, and the lush beard on his face also happened to hide his expression, and the size of the dwarf made it difficult for the elf on the dragon's back to see his eyes.

Therefore, the Dragon Prince mistakenly thought that the Eternal Peak army was weak and did not dare to cause trouble here, so he proudly spoke in Elvish language.

"I am Mimul, the son of Netheodore. I am here to greet the Eternal Peak army for the dragon lord, but I have been waiting for a long time, but there is still no news.

You are carrying the Granny flag, do you know where the Eternal Peak army is? "

The translator who understood Elvish told Noglin exactly what Mimul said, but the originally calm and calm champion warrior Drac Duraz turned extremely pale at this moment.

How could he not hear the implication of the pointy ears? The Drac Duraz clan, which once defeated the dragon army and beheaded the Phoenix King Caledor II, had become so weak? (End of chapter)

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