Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Your Majesty, this is Aldolf's arrangement for Rosetina..."

Imrick took the intelligence. On the surface, he never paid too much attention to Rosetina, but he couldn't watch the high-level officials who had accompanied him in the century-long war make a small mistake...

The Phoenix King didn't care about the lives of the dozen or so humans. If they had to die in Rosetina's plan, then it would be considered a valuable achievement.

But the military obviously cannot be completely isolated. If this behavior is repeatedly condoned, the consequences may be difficult to estimate.

"Captain of the Cavalry... Karl really arranged a good position for him. What's the next step? Buying mixed-blood horses through the relationship network of Fengxiao City?"

"If there is such a request?"

"Agree, the premise is that Rosetina will personally connect. I want to see how far the empire can let him do it."

As the matters were handled one by one, the Phoenix King just wanted to lie down in peace instead of continuing to read the documents sent by the royal court.

Taking advantage of the time when the herald left, the Phoenix King chose to play badly, picked up an important family letter with gilded font as a fan, and fanned himself to blow away the bad mood of the day.

"Phoenix King, you still have a lot of work to do, you can't rest..."

"Really." Imrick consciously divided most of the documents and put them on the side of his hand: "Then your trusted Prince Terenlock, can you share the worries of your monarch and solve some of the problems?"

After laughing softly, Atila bowed and pointed her cheek at her husband. After getting the intimate contact she wanted, she squeezed into the same chair with Imrick and picked up the feather pen to sign the document.

"Perhaps I can accomplish a feat that no one has ever thought of before, and create a Caledor Phoenix King."

"Believe me, you have already become one. The key to whether you can create one or not is that when you imitate my handwriting, it will still be recognized by magic. Perhaps you can consider asking Draknir to make a quill pen to make the signature seamless."

"Oh, then I will be pestered by the grandfathers of the parliament the next day."

As the documents gradually decreased after chatting, Atila finally remembered the reason.

"By the way, the five little strong men you mentioned seem to have met in Uberrick."

"Huh?" Upon hearing the news, Imrick hurriedly stood up. He had been planning this for a long time.

There are many troublesome points. Three of the five little strong men are humans. Victor Salzpyre is a witch hunter who has long been targeted by Lauren Loren. Marcus Kruper has also successfully served as a soldier in Kislev for several years. Sienna Fergenassus has been conscientiously studying fire magic under the guidance of the elf professor Ella.

The more troublesome ones are the elf Kerillian and the dwarf Bardin Gorickson. The former has a little... unclear relationship with Lilith, and the latter is because there are too many warriors named Bardin in the dwarf society, plus the information is blocked and blocked, it is difficult to determine.

Bardin was found in the Dreadnought Fort and was fooled into staying in Reikland to avenge his king.

Kerillian, under the inspiration of Her Majesty the Everqueen, left Athel Loren and went to the human kingdom.

"Interesting, I am looking forward to it."

"Don't you need to keep an eye on it? You were very concerned about those three humans before."

"If they die without keeping an eye on them, it proves that my guess is wrong. If they really have the destiny to achieve great things, just watch them silently."

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Marcus Kruber, a learned imperial soldier, has a good experience in Ostermark. He understands what hardship is. Drinking beer like slop in the ice and snow is really bad.

But what's worse is that he was sent back to his hometown for making some small mistakes while serving as a guard of the Elf Embassy.

He vaguely remembered Judith's smile before, as if she was relieved that the rats were finally driven away.

"No brandy, no vodka... and no money."

Weighing the salary he had received from the Elf Embassy for several years, Marcus, who was worried that gold coins would turn into pennies and pennies would turn into air, could only leave his home full of alcohol and go to the Red Moon Tavern indicated by the Elf Ambassador.

Marcus, who was born and raised in Uberrick, had hardly heard of the Red Moon Tavern. The real men who drank were all rushing to the drunk trolls of the Empire Chain. Who would like to go to a rat's nest...

Rats?

The alcohol had not yet faded yesterday, and Marcus blinked suddenly. He seemed to see a few plush toys walking upright on the corner of the street.

There are no rats in Erlengrad or Ostermark. To this day, he still thinks that rats are a bit like the little people in the legend. If it weren't for the large number of resentful dwarves in the city who were always mumbling about revenge on the Skaven, Marcus would definitely think that he saw a heretic with quirks, or a beastman.

"Let's go and have a look. Anyway, I'm too idle."

The soldier followed a few upright rats in the street corner without concealing his presence. These rats may be secretive and fast enough, but for Marcus, who has lived in Uberrick since childhood and made a living by hunting in the wilderness in his early years, the footprints on the road are the outlines of tanks.

Garbage dumps, livestock pens, carpenter's workshops... Marcus, who followed all the way, successfully lost the clue in the dock area.

He looked at the quiet and deserted riverside fishing dock and couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

"Damn it, I knew there were no ratmen, and the Skaven stories were all lies... Well, think about how to make some money and get married."

"Soldier, watch your step..."

The sharp and calm male voice immediately aroused Marcus's vigilance. He changed his lazy and decadent look just now, bent his knees and took a fighting posture.

The hundred-forged steel sword was raised to his shoulders with both hands, staring at the scarlet eyes like a wolf.

"Skaven..."

Before he could sigh, the hungry rats had already taken the initiative. They guarded the remote port day and night, followed the instructions of the warlords and paid attention to the intelligence in the city. The only food they could eat every day was the leftovers thrown into the sewer by humans. At this time, a fresh flesh and blood came into view. How could they endure it?

The clan rats wearing simple iron plate protective gear rushed towards Marcus in hunger. The shabby wooden shield with the seal of the big horned rat seemed to be protected by gods, but in fact it was broken at a single blow.

Marcus swept his sword and cut off the shield and the clan rat's head with one stroke by relying on his height advantage. The unpleasant stench gradually came out, but this was definitely not just the blood of the clan rat.

Several, dozens, and even tens of slave rats flipped open the manhole cover and rushed towards Marcus with their thin bodies and crazy spirits. The rats coming from all directions made it difficult for him to determine where to defend.

But the young Marcus was not just a drunkard. He kept moving back to adjust his pace. Relying on his experienced skills and steel body protection, he killed more than ten slave rats in just half a minute.

This was not enough...

A gunshot sounded, followed by a second shot, which successfully opened a big hole in the head of the slave rat that bit Marcus's sword.

With a tall round hat, a black coat, and the determination to watch forever, the witch hunter officially entered the scene. (End of this chapter)