Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 900 Magnus is dead

In the year 2370 of the Imperial Calendar, when Ulthuan held a grand celebration to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the victory in the Battle of Fennuvar Plains, Caledor, which was in a state of war, only sent a few people from the palace to organize a memorial ceremony in front of the tombs of the victims.

A large number of palace guards were dispatched to protect Prince Drachnir who was attending the ceremony. The open space in front of the palace, where the dragon had always been, became unusually empty at this moment.

Three elves huddled outside the palace walls were secretly negotiating how to enter this magnificent palace that lacked protection.

Although no one has ever known the specific structure of the Dragon Palace, after several days of reconnaissance, they still vaguely found a path into outer space.

After all, this building is too grand. It is built in the size of a giant dragon, so it is very easy for a few springtails to enter...

The slender man in the lead opened his nostrils and inhaled suddenly. After a while of being moved by himself, he showed an intoxicated expression.

"Ah, I smell the breath of opportunity. This must be a sign from Asuryan. The gods have decided our fate. We will definitely gain something by sneaking into the Dragon Palace this time."

The slightly burly man curled up and was carefully hidden in the shadow of the rocks. Unlike his seemingly rough appearance, his words and deeds were much more cautious.

"If we are caught, we could be charged with treason..."

The lean man showed a trace of anger. He finally found two people who were greedy for wealth and power, but he never thought that they always kept the strict order of the kingdom in mind and regarded the majesty of the palace as gods.

Because all the people who obtained the documents from the archives were imprisoned, and some who disobeyed discipline may have died in a mine.

But they were soon wrong. As a group of guards appeared from nowhere, holding halberds and piercing the ridiculous magic cloak disguise, this attempt to steal secrets was quickly informed to Dracnir.

He lowered his voice, "Think about your brother who fought in the Bad Land. He has been lost for twenty years, and then think about your cousin, who is still serving in the loyal army and has never even tasted a woman.

From the partial diagram of the front hall, the three of them analyzed the location of the archives room. It only took half an hour to successfully find the information requested by the Phoenix King's Court.

"To sum up, what should we do if they secretly enter the palace without making a request to the palace?"

The most uncomfortable thing is that after putting in a lot of work, the results that should be obtained can only be obtained in the end.

If it were in the past, Drachnir would have persuaded the three of them to abandon the dark side and join the light side. None of the preferential treatment promised by the Phoenix Court was realized. Why?

We put in the hardest work in Ulthuan, but all we got in the end was war, and we had to wipe the butt of the troublesome human monkeys in the New World.

As night fell, before the guards returned to the palace, the trio walked through a gravel-strewn path. They did not consider why a path appeared in a palace that was the last fortress, thinking that it was just a secret escape. path.

As long as this is done, the Phoenix King's Court will secretly transport the three of us to Lothern for refuge. We can enjoy music and hunting every day without worrying about notifications from the recruitment office. "

Treason is not an act of fact, but an act of intention. If you wait until the prisoner has already revealed important secrets and then characterize it, it is as nonsense as a dragon that likes to eat dirt.

And these three people are just part of countless treason crimes over the years. Draconir is very clear about the application of the law.

The leader's words may have strengthened the belief of the two people around him. The world has been suffering for a long time, and the frequency of wars is far more frequent than in any era.

In the main hall, Draconir was sitting on the throne, listening to the report from his attendants.

However, directly imposing the death penalty for treason requires the participation of the Parliament of Nobles. Although the prince has the power to directly impose sentences without a jury during the war, it is obvious that Drachnir is not prepared to do so.

The prince waved his hand casually, glanced at the three thieves, and then focused on the documents in his hands.

"Put him in prison. If he doesn't cooperate with ideological reform, he will be released to the Nagaroth Mine." "Yes."

"You dictator..." The lean man struggled and shouted, but he was quickly punched in the head by the dragon halberd guard and was immediately knocked unconscious.

Although the guards tried their best not to let the prince hear the uncomfortable remarks, Drachnir obviously noticed.

He shook his head expressionlessly, indicating that he would continue to implement this method. Extraordinary times required extraordinary measures. If he continued to follow the previous friendly and harmonious method, it would only make Caledo's infiltration more serious.

His Highness the Prince's worries have been going on for a long time. Ever since a section of the railway built in the badlands was destroyed by greenskins ten years ago, Masnow refused to announce the war situation to the kingdom in the name of the champion warrior, claiming that everything was in his mind. Development in a good direction.

The destruction of this section of the railway was just a minor setback on the road to success.

The situation in Dawn Fortress is not that good either. With the help of the beasts of the sea, the beastmen in the southern polar regions are constantly attacking the civilized world. If not for the support actions of Cathay's ocean fleet, a trade route to support the kingdom's war might have been possible. will disappear.

But the real headache may be the father's matter.

The Dragon Prince, who had not shown up for a long time, apparently made the Phoenix Court think it was an opportunity, and kept sending spies to look for Caledo's flaws.

The current situation between Caledor Sanctuary and Lothern is only one fuse away from igniting the situation. After decades of acquiescing for a military fortress to penetrate the hinterland, the Phoenix King obviously does not want to continue to see a threat. The two sides have been arguing over the number of troops stationed for more than ten years.

"Completely demarcate the territory of Elion and Caledor in the inner ring? Gilgalion really dares to think..." Draconir took up the pen and wrote a polite comment on the negotiation letter from the Pegasus court.

The Endless Grassland is a good place, perfect for the wild galloping of the Caledor Knights.

While sighing, the prince also believed that the current situation was indeed not good. The lack of good news made domestic public opinion somewhat depressed. This war has been going on for twenty years, but so far there is no sign of victory.

A large amount of materials, equipment, and personnel were thrown into the war, turning Caledo, whose original economic situation had declined, back to a poor mountain kingdom in a daze.

If it weren't for the huge amount of supplies produced in the new world, Drachnir couldn't imagine how he could persist in a profitless war without using the lizardmen's gold.

Draconir, who was dealing with the Elion incident, suddenly noticed the arrival of his teacher.

Draknir had great respect for Berannar, who had taught him academically for decades. This kind and knowledgeable old man was his role model throughout his life.

Putting down the troublesome documents in his hands, His Highness the Prince stood up from the throne, with a smile on his stern face.

"I'm curious as to what could rouse you from your magical studies."

Belannar's expression was not as relaxed as that of a student, as he spoke seriously about an important event that he had just received news about.

"The news came from the Imperial Embassy. Magnus, who was praying in the Temple of Sigmar, died in front of the god he believed in."

Draconir's pupils shrank suddenly. Although he had already had psychological expectations, the elf doctor staying in the imperial palace also stated that the human emperor was in poor physical condition and it would not be long before he received the divine call.

But if Magnus dies, the situation in the old world will become a mess...

(End of this chapter)