Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 905 All bad things are done by Druchi

After being humiliated, the dragon princes followed the mother and son, muttering all the way.

If the prince were here, we would certainly not be so wronged...

It seems wrong. Now that the prince is here, maybe we are the ones who are sent to the mine...

There were constant jokes along the way, with Randy implying that Althea was too old and should find a partner as soon as possible to avoid staying with a group of snake lizards for too long and turning into a cold-blooded animal, thinking that giving birth to a child is as easy as laying an egg.

Davian was perfunctory and responded to the old man's words, but was interrupted by Ingersolls.

The giant dragon asked the white-haired elf kid, "Do you think laying an egg is easy? In my opinion, giving birth is easier. Just click with the scissors for a few months and you can hear the cry of the little kid."

It's not like a giant dragon. When he was born, he had to learn to fly, avoid dangerous areas, and catch sea fish... He also had to keep his mouth closed tightly when sleeping to avoid swallowing the little devil. "

It was obvious that Yao Xinglong was harboring a grudge. Ever since Draconir was born, Ingersoth had shouldered the responsibility of being the father of three children and had suffered countless grievances so far.

Adila, who was said to have failed to shoulder her mother's responsibilities, was not timid at all, as if it was the right thing for a dragon to take care of a child. She pointed at Ingersolls's nose and cursed,

"Why don't you dare to let Minas Nil take it? You're not too good at it."

"Which eye is Imrik blind to actually think you are a good wife?" The dragon muttered in a low voice. When he first entered the palace, he thought this girl was quite funny, and her reaction to being scared once in a while was very interesting.

Draconir, who was above his head, also whispered, "Just say a few words. Every time my mother returns to the palace and finds that my father is not here, she will definitely be very angry for a while, so I always run to the Young Dragon Bay to hide."

"I'm ashamed of that old guy Caledor."

Yao Xinglong turned away his eyes and showed undisguised contempt to the kid above his head.

Wycliffe felt disgusted and used his hands to disperse the white smoke in front of him. "The environment in Anaheim is so bad that it makes the clean and self-sufficient Dragon Prince look like a smoker and a monkey."

Unlike Lao Mi, who is often dishonest and occasionally serious, Ingersoth is active throughout Caledor, spreading the gospel of the Dragon Court with a passion that does not suit his age.

Despite the Eternal Queen's repeated assurances, even if Drachnir is found to have a tendency to believe in strange gods, there will not be any life crisis.

Regarding the prince's strength, the two old men judged the prince's strength based on his father's standards when he was young.

But as time passed, the majesty of the dragon lord's wife could no longer be concealed.

In the dimly lit room, Randy felt that something was missing in his mouth. He took out a pipe from his bag and took a long puff. He felt that the fatigue after the long discussion was gone.

Just playing around, when Minas Nil is not present, this Glory Star Dragon is everyone's most trusted trump card.

Entering Caledor Rest from the Dragon Backbone Mountains, His Royal Highness the Prince inspected the situation of this military fortress as usual. Due to Assanil's transfer, this place was temporarily under his direct jurisdiction.

But Randy and Wycliffe thought again and again at night and believed that it was necessary to dispatch an elite force to lurk near Lothern. If an emergency occurred, Dracnir and Adira could be evacuated urgently.

It's a bit of a dish, but after knowing a little magic, it shouldn't be that dishonest. It was killed by a group of cold lizard fear knights and Motellius couldn't be found.

The contented Randy didn't care about the ridicule of his old friends. There were only a few forms of entertainment in the military camp, such as drinking, gambling, and bragging.

The latter two are inconvenient to participate as old men, and the former is often difficult to find just after the battle on the front line. Carrying a skin of wine is much more difficult than a wooden pole and a few wisps of tobacco.

While banging his pipe, Randy said proudly,

"Oh, I have been fighting against Malus Blackblade in Naggaroth for twenty years. If I didn't find something to stimulate my senses, I would have been suffocated to death by the stench of the cold lizards." The gradually emerging hobby for Caledor's high-ranking officials , Wycliffe could only shake his head in confusion. Ever since Maslow and the three anthropologists smoked cigarettes, this bitter dry plant has become more and more common in various meetings.

Especially at military meetings, as long as the old guy in the lead picks up a pipe, you can see at least half of the people taking out similar gadgets tacitly, making the meeting room look like a coal mine.

But to a group of strong dragon princes, the weak toxicity of this thing is not worth mentioning. Compared with the slight residue that seeps into the body, the elite warriors who have suffered on the battlefield are more willing to enjoy a few minutes of respite.

The pungent smell of smoke did not make Wycliffe's eyes relax as he stared at various documents. Compared with the countless tragic scenes in his memory, this smell was nothing more than the lance thrust out by Druchi - weak and weak.

After a long time, when Randy was replacing tobacco, Wycliffe frowned and said a possibility,

"You asked me whether it was Drucci who did this."

Randy was stunned for a moment, but soon started laughing.

"What you mean is that the Phoenix King was instructed by Druchi, and by the way, the priests of the Platinum Flame Temple and the Phoenix Guards agreed to hold this trial ceremony.

Wycliffe, although you and I are old, we are not stupid. The idiots from the Platinum Flame Temple only guarded the ruined island and turned a blind eye to everything. How could they take the initiative to stir up trouble? "

"No, think about it. When Imric rescued Lothern last time, a fear lord was possessed by the God of Bloody Hands. The captured mercer knife was handed over to the Platinum Flame Temple by Cohir. What was the result? .”

Randy thought for a moment, and seemed to recall what happened at that time in the smoke. The Messer knife was turned back by Kazuoin.

He shook his head and said that this was not enough evidence, "The Platinum Flame Temple has never participated in the war between Asur and Druzi, and Kazoin's attitude is not strange."

However, the experienced old man did not rule out this possibility. Anyway, at least two-thirds of the blame for the civil strife in Asul could be dumped on Druchi, and he was right to point his finger at them.

Putting down his pipe, Randy tapped Naggarond on the map thoughtfully.

"But no matter how bizarre the actual situation is, we should be prepared to deal with Drucci. If Caledo wants to forcibly claim the throne of Phoenix King, it is necessary to tighten the strategy."

"You mean the bad land? Masno is working with the dwarves to exterminate the vampires hidden in the ruins of Morukan. As long as they wait for the flood season, they can let the sea dragon drag the ship straight to the World's Edge Mountains and take back the legendary dragon horn.

We can proactively defend in the early stages of the war, relying on Caledor Rest and Windhowling City to last until the end of the Dragon Bone Wasteland purification ceremony. By then, both Druchi and Itain will succumb to the shadows flying out of the Dragonspine Mountains. "

"No, I mean the navy. As long as we win Aislin's support, even if Druchi goes south and takes all the Black Ark towards Ulthuan, they will form an alliance with Itain to outflank Caledor and Tyran. Locke.

As long as they can delay the naval battle and bring things to an end in the old world, the Caledor Dragon Legion, with the cooperation of the army, can naturally smash all plans. "

"Assanil..."

Wycliffe thought about the current actions of his young colleague and thought that the difficulty might be a bit high. The navy was busy experimenting with new tactics in the Bad West and endlessly exploiting the Border Princely Territory.

He sighed, "I told Assanil to be ready to bring the fleet back to Ulthuan at any time. Anaheim cannot take it lightly and let Trevicon pass."

"Well, let's prepare like this first. When we get to Lothern, I should visit some old friends."

Knowing who the old friend Randy was talking about was, Wycliffe's eyes flashed with light.

"It should be so, that's exactly what it is. Perhaps this approval is an opportunity for our long-cherished wish to come true. Caledor has not aspired to be the Phoenix King for a long time. Let a cowardly sailor serve as the leader and cannot lead Asul to recreate its creation. Glory at the dawn of the world.”

(End of this chapter)