Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 907: Gilgalion with Weird Attitude

"What a rare visitor. Since the birth of Prince Drachnir, Lothern has just been lucky enough to see the son of Caledor for the second time."

Gilgarion's sinister welcome speech made Caledo and the others who had just entered the Queen's Palace frown. This old horse was aiming at the absence of the prince and was preparing to show some dignity in the past.

Adira, who had a much hotter temper than at home, would not tolerate Prince Airion's temper and pointed at his horse face and cursed,

"Don't think that this is the queen's palace, so I don't dare to scold you, you loser who was beaten to your hometown by Druchi. If you could have defended the Endless Grassland at that time, the casualties in Fennoir Plain would have been reduced by at least half.

It's okay if you can't defend it. You are asked to lead the cavalry to attack the rear of Druchi. However, during the decisive battle, you were still tending to the remaining soldiers on the grassland, and the Shadow King personally led the army to attack. It really embarrasses the name of the plunderer! "

But the strange thing is that Gilgarion was not angry. When Bella, the little girl from the red-haired family, kept hinting with her eyes to stop talking, he continued to maintain a sinister tone.

"Yes, the heroic female prince followed the lord of Fengxiao City and gained a meritorious service, a meritorious service that saved the inner ring kingdom from dire straits. I really admire it."

"You!" Adila glared. The alliance between her and Agathel was indeed commanded by the Dragon Prince.

Originally, the main honor was given to Agathel, but as time passed, the focus of attention on the matter was placed on Adira's heroic performance.

Agthel didn't care about this either. The alliance with Tyron Locke would bring the greatest benefits to Fengxiao City. Even if they gave him a little fame, he wouldn't be short of this honor.

Adira, who wanted to practice with Gilgalion, was stopped by the child who raised his hand.

"I hope that the son of Caledor still retains the noble qualities of the ancient elves, and is not like a monkey who only thinks about killing, plundering, and conquering people when he sees them.

"Sure enough, it is difficult to communicate with a group of warriors. Apart from fighting, you have never cared about anything important in your mind."

Draconir placed his hand on the sword head at his waist. This was a very obvious intention. If he wanted Prince Caledor to take back this serious insult, he would directly practice it.

But when I saw him today, I felt that the name of predator given by my ancestors was too casual, which made me very disappointed. I never thought that the so-called Prince of Knights of Elion was just a villain who could only speak quickly. "

The self-proclaimed shameless Dragon Prince, regardless of the distinction between monarch and minister, took a step forward and said provocatively,

"Don't talk nonsense here, don't you just rely on the rule that you can't draw your sword in front of Her Majesty the Queen? Then choose a time, whether you, the Silver Helmet Knight of Elion, comes to Caledor, or the Dragon Prince of Caledor. You guys, Elion, could have solved it on the spot."

Davian was waiting for the old man's look. Usually, in private fights with other countries, there must be secret instructions from Wycliffe, but Randy persuaded him openly but said to be more ruthless behind his back.

"Prince Gilgarion, it's been a long time since I've heard about you. It's said that you once led the marauders to defeat the dark forces that invaded Ulthuan. I originally admired you for that.

Randy didn't say a word, but his cold temperament showed that the old man was also very dissatisfied with this.

If it were the violent Gilgarion in the past, he would definitely bite off a piece of the opponent's flesh even if he lost, but for some reason today, he behaved strangely, ignoring the verbal insult and continuing to perform oral gymnastics.

The irritable old man Wei Cliff did not express his attitude immediately. He turned his head and looked at Davian behind him.

After his mother was insinuated, Dracnir's expression remained normal, but the anger in his eyes could not be concealed.

Go ahead and kill this low-class man who had sex with a wild horse. Fengxiao City will take full responsibility for anything that happens.

I'm curious about how the son of Caledor, who calls himself a dragon, can coexist peacefully with monkeys under the same ceiling. Are there similarities between the howls of the two? "

After saying these unclear words, Gilgalion chose not to speak anymore, and no matter how provocative Davian was to perform oral gymnastics, he stood proudly and motionless like a star tree in the palace.

After more than ten minutes, Draconir couldn't stand Davian's verbal insults anymore.

It was enough to say that he was killed by Asrai and he was bleeding like a river, but he actually said that the ancestor of Gilgarion must have been the first elf to have sex with a wild horse, and that was how he gained the position of prince. This is Her Majesty the Queen's palace, so you should be careful with your words and don't curse until you get out.

After the habitual bad-mouth session was over, Dracnir greeted some familiar people in the palace. Sera still did not appear, and Aislin was the witness instead.

Almost all the people are here, except for the two supreme mages of Savre...

Out of respect for the queen, Tigris and Berannar arrived at the last moment. With their status, they naturally did not need to be led by a maid. After two white lights flashed, the master and apprentice, who had a huge age gap, appeared on the spot.

Because of his current official status, Belannar left Teclis without any burden and started chatting with Caledor and the others.

I am the magic consultant of the dragon's court, a professor in the advanced department of Caledor Academy of Magic, and the prince's teacher. It doesn't matter what Saffrey's attitude is about me.

When he saw Davian, Berannar was obviously a little surprised and said with a strange expression,

"Alfonso has just left the White Tower of Hos and is going to the Dawn Fortress to collect wind. He wanted to see you by the way, although I think he should be more concerned about the latter."

"Teacher, he..." Davian, who was originally active, was particularly silent at this moment. Alfonso spared no effort to cultivate himself, trying his best to let a dragon prince gain a firm foothold in the White Tower of Hos.

But perhaps what he did most was to use his status to gain influence for Caledo in the White Tower of Hos.

Berannar, who guessed what Davian was thinking, patted his old friend and student on the shoulder.

"Don't think too much. He is a casual person and won't care about these trivial matters. Fulfill your responsibilities and send him a few paintings if you have time. I think it is enough."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Berannar."

The deeply touched Dragon Prince took the initiative to step back and leave the central circle of communication, as if he was preparing to consider how to repay Alfonso for his teachings.

This made Berannar very helpless, so his old friend accepted a student. The teacher-student friendship between the two was very good, which was really enviable.

Unlike the likes of Teclis, who forget about the older generation when they become the Supreme Mage.

But fortunately, the only thing I did right in my later years was to agree to become Dracnir's teacher...

Draconir, who took the initiative to bring a cup of tea to the teacher, looked at Berannar's twinkling eyes in confusion.

But after just a few days apart, I feel like the teacher has become a little strange again.

Bellannar took the black tea and said with emotion to Adila beside him,

"If you and Imric have another child, I am willing to recommend myself to be his teacher."

Adila gave the old mage a look of disdain without leaving any trace. She really treated the couple like wool, a shameless old man.

"Then you should still count on Dracnir. Imrik and I are old, so I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to do as you wish."

(End of this chapter)