Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Marcus Kruber."

Marcus extended his hand to the witch hunter who came to help. Although the imperial people generally had awe and fear for the tall hats, believing that they were both guardians and ruthless killers, the soldier was not afraid.

After several years of fighting with the Yankees and exchanging experiences of drinking and fighting with the Russians, the soldier who used to only know addition and subtraction within ten has become an elite.

The witch hunter did not extend his hand, but only glanced at Marcus, who was still drunk, and then squatted down to check the condition of the Skaven corpse.

Marcus, whose good intentions were not responded to, could only awkwardly withdraw his hand and look at the corpses on the ground with a little emotion.

"What a pity! If we encounter these ratmen in the wild, we will definitely be able to give Tal's beasts a good meal, and we will find a few big guys worth hunting next year."

"They will first eat the big guy you mentioned. The occupation of the Skaven is like pests encountering crops, spreading endlessly until there is nothing edible, and finally eating themselves."

The witch hunter's tone is indifferent, but his tone is very firm.

"So scary? I don't believe it."

"Really..." After checking the lines on the surface of the clan rat's skin, the witch hunter stood up with his tall hat, and looked around with his only remaining eye at Marcus, who was still drunk and had wine and blood stuck to his thick beard.

"You are very skilled, but I haven't seen you in the Great Swordsman Regiment of Rickland."

"Grandpa Witch Hunter, even if you are you, you can't have seen all the Great Swordsmen of Rickland."

Victor put his hands behind his waist and made an interrogation gesture: "Answer my question, Marcus Kruber, why did you follow a group of ratmen to the dock, and how did you keep tracking effectively?"

"Do I have to tell me?" Marcus leaned against the wooden piles of the harbor dock a little tiredly. He really didn't like witch hunters. Even if he had never met them before, their attitude of looking at everyone like a criminal was enough to make the imperial people unhappy.

Victor took out a double-tailed comet medal from his arms. This was a special merit that the emperor applied for him from the high priest to commend his outstanding contribution to the extermination of ratmen.

Although Victor believed that during his time in Karak Dreadnought, he was mostly helping the elves, but it was obvious that the emperor needed someone to stand up and show that the empire not only played a decisive role in the front battlefield, but also fought in secret as well as the elves and dwarves.

"I am not a collaborator hired by the church... I am a Knight Templar of the Silver Hammer. According to the power granted by the church and the emperor, you should prove yourself."

The witch hunters are a strict organization, but the vast territory of the empire makes the Silver Hammer powerless. The number of people lost each year due to investigating various heresies is far less than the number of replenishments, and the cost of training a regular knight is countless.

This is not just a pile of resources, but also a firm belief in Sigmar, the courage to face the darkness alone, and outstanding martial arts and intelligence. These items can eliminate most trainees.

Batches of mercenaries who were originally bounty hunters also put on tall hats and black clothes with the recognition of the Silver Hammer. The bad reputation of witch hunters also comes from this group of collaborators who are not subject to the church's rules and regulations.

Seeing that it is a badge of the church, Marcus sighed helplessly. He had to meet witch hunters every time he came out to find a job. Has his luck in this life been consumed in Kislev? If he had known earlier, he would have agreed to the girl's request and stayed in Erengrad.

"I was a swordsman of the third battalion of the Ostermark Corps. Later, I was invited to serve as a guard of the Elf Embassy in Erlengrad. I learned my skills from the Elf Ambassador.

As for the reason for the pursuit, I am from Uberrick. I didn't have enough food in my early years. I learned archery from the hunters of the Tal Church for several years and grew up relying on the gift of the God King."

When he heard that it was the Elf Embassy, ​​Victor's eyebrows twitched slightly unnaturally. He asked calmly: "The name of the Elf Ambassador of Erlengrad."

"Judith."

"Why did you return to Uberrick."

Marcus took out an empty purse, and only a few copper coins could be heard when he shook it.

"Unemployed, fired."

Victor nodded thoughtfully, put his hands from his waist to his side, and then took out a few gold coins from his arms and threw them accurately into Marcus' hands.

"Now, you have a job."

"What?" Although a little confused, Marcus took the money without hesitation and immediately put the gold coins of full quality into the purse.

"I need an assistant to investigate some trivial matters in Uberrick. Let's go to the Red Moon Tavern now."

Marcus quickly stopped the witch hunter, opened his arms and asked in surprise: "You mean Franz Lona's Red Moon Tavern?"

"How did you know?" Although he had some guesses, Victor would not miss any information. He stood up straight with a serious look.

Marcus touched the back of his head awkwardly, not knowing whether to return the gold coins to the witch hunter: "The elf ambassador told me to go back to Uberrick to find Lona, but because of some... trivial matters, I was delayed, hehe."

Trivia...Looking at Marcus with a slightly red nose, Victor already understood that according to the elves' habit of spending lavishly, it is impossible to let an informant fall into a financial crisis. The best explanation is that Marcus drank heavily in various places in the empire along the way, and when he returned to Uberrick, he bragged with his friends all day long, completely forgetting what the elves told him.

"It seems that we have similar goals, but I hope you are not a..."

Victor stopped talking, but Marcus was a little puzzled. The soldier liked to speak directly: "What? I'm not a drunkard. I just haven't been home for a long time and I miss the taste of beer."

"Nothing, go to the Red Moon Tavern, Lona should explain everything."

"From what you said, Lona is more than a tavern owner."

"He is an important intelligence officer, at least more useful than a drunkard like you.

Now, take the church's gold and follow me."

The witch hunter, who didn't even tell Marcus his name, walked forward without saying anything. The emperor entrusted him with an important task to investigate the possible Skaven hidden dangers in Uberrick.

He wanted to ask Elvis for a few professionals, but he didn't expect that during the time of reporting to the local church, the giant horned vipers actually evacuated and returned to Lauren Loren.

Without the professional rat exterminator, he could only find a reliable dwarf brother. The witch hunter has relied on some connections to contact an iron-breaking warrior of the Dreadnought Castle. With the help of the solid steel shield, he has enough confidence to solve the problem for the emperor.

But speaking of it... Victor glanced at Marcus, the turbid smell of blood and wine was a bit bad.

Should I ask the Rick Guard for a reliable knight instead of a... drunkard. (End of this chapter)