Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Sienna Fugnathas?"

"Yes, I am Sienna, the flame mage who just came from Altdorf."

Franz Lautner stroked his half-long beard and couldn't help but think about the three people in front of him.

He was the emperor's trusted intelligence agent and had been rooted in Ulborik for decades. There was nothing he didn't know about from the south of Altdorf to Monteforge.

Not long ago, Emperor Franz issued a secret order to this senior intelligence officer to persuade five guys of different races, backgrounds, and beliefs to fight for the empire.

First of all, Victor Salzpyre, a witch hunter who was appointed as the guard of the inner court of the Elector's Council at a young age, was Franz's favorite prospect. He was experienced, young, powerful, passionate, and believed in Sigma.

Secondly, Marcus Kruppel, the former empire's top soldier, served in Ostermark for many years. He was wanted by the elves when he was about to become a great swordsman. He had rich experience in fighting with the Yankees and believed in Taal.

Thirdly, the pyromancer Sienna Fergnathas, now the pyromancer of the Altdorf Academy of Magic, is the favorite student of the elf professor Ella. She seems to be specializing in some magic that is not allowed by the church and believes in Mirmedia.

"Can you explain why the people from the town management office sent the bill to me?" Loner held up a very long bill, which clearly stated the chaos and destruction caused by the three people in front of him in the city last night.

A sneak attack by a team of rats would not cause much trouble, but it could not withstand the passionate performance of the flame mage. Sienna seemed to have forgotten the precautions given by her instructor in her first battle after leaving the academy. The wind of Aksha entered her brain and overloaded her. A neighborhood was accidentally set on fire.

Victor and Marcus, who were in the sea of ​​​​fire and fighting with the rats, lacked judgment on their surroundings and did not stop Sienna's actions. At least in their eyes, the effect of setting the rats on fire was much more enjoyable than fighting with swords.

One after another, and the wind was very noisy last night, three people became the persons under investigation.

"I have no source of income." Sienna spread her hands and placed the Ysrama silver staff as her apprentice gift on the counter, indicating that she only had this valuable thing in her body.

Marcus pointed pointedly at Victor and explained intermittently: "Sir, it was you who instructed me to fight... I didn't expect that rat to set the pig pen on fire."

"Silver Hammer will not compensate for such...unnecessary accidents." Victor stood with his arms crossed, except for the trembling brows that showed his fear of the bill, as if this was Lorna's responsibility.

"Four thousand three hundred and sixty-two gold coins. Is Massawa Street made of gold? I really should check how big the seaport is." Loner, who kept complaining, put the bill into the counter. He didn't care about this. For some gold, Emperor Franz will foot the bill in the end anyway.

But what really concerned him was that these three Imperial people, who seemed to get along best, had caused a lot of trouble when they first encountered each other. God knows how much trouble the elves and dwarves could cause.

The tavern owner sighed and took out a bottle of brandy from behind. He was just about to chat with the three young heroes, but he didn't expect that the tavern door was opened again.

The person from the town management office slapped a bill on the counter with a smile on Loner's expression.

"Boss Lona, you are our big benefactor. Come and settle the account sometime, or go to the tax bureau to calculate the amount in person, right?"

The bill-bearer pointed at the taller one and the shorter one behind him, his expression full of joking: "In the early hours of this morning, the two of them got into a quarrel in a tavern and found a place to fight.

The dwarf brother, maybe because he wasn't happy with the elves, used the Troll Hammer rocket launcher to blow up the stable, making Baron Adelaide very angry.

Lord Elf, perhaps because he was unhappy with the dwarf, fired a poisonous arrow that was blocked by the shield and hit Baron Adelaide's horse.

The Rick guards stationed here quickly captured them. When Baron Adelaide asked for compensation, the elf said he was looking for you, and the dwarf brother didn't seem to want to trouble the clan..."

The Sogoel Elf covered his face with a square scarf, and was wearing Asrai's traditional... bark protective gear. His posture was in line with the Empire's impression of living in the forest.

Another dwarf wearing meteorite plate armor was carrying a Troll Hammer rocket launcher. Judging from the empty barrel, he must have been very handsome when he shot at the stable.

Lorner took the bill and glanced at the amount at the bottom. Anyway, he couldn't afford to pay for the precious horse raised by Baron Adelaide. Let the emperor communicate with the baron.

"Bardeen Gorrickson? Carillian?"

"Yes, I'm Gorrickson. Here's a bucket of Bergman No. 2."

"Um."

The different reactions made Loner nod lightly to the person who delivered the bill: "I will handle these two compensations later."

Until Lona's identity was not the bill-bearer of the apparent tavern owner, he didn't get too entangled, and he didn't want to get involved in the weird atmosphere in the tavern.

"Baron Adelaide is not a good-tempered person. I suggest you try to solve the problem through other channels."

The five people gathered, but the atmosphere was particularly weird. When Loner turned around to look for his favorite drinks, his comments and judgments never stopped.

The first is the most suspicious witch hunter, Victor Salzpyre, who first nodded to Badin. Obviously this was a deliberate arrangement, but the reason has not yet been guessed.

But this does not prevent him from making an evaluation of the other four people first.

Marcus is a good soldier, obedient and brave; Sienna is a little crazy, but her gestures are full of enthusiasm; Bardin is not to mention, reliable dwarf brothers, who can be more reliable than the Ironbreaker Warrior.

Only Kerillian...

When Victor's one eye swept across the elf implicitly, a dagger had crossed the gap of several meters and stabbed into the witch hunter from the corner of the bar.

"Close your eyes, short-lived ghost."

"This is the Empire, I have the right and obligation to examine any suspicious person."

Victor no longer pretended, and looked at the elf up and down without concealing it, which made Kerillian, who was already unhappy, even more weird.

"Oh, noble witch hunter, I remember when you were first established, you particularly liked to find some women and children, and used burning and swords to meet the requirements of the church. Were you afraid of losing your job, or worried that Sigmar hated the Yankees?"

"You..." Even Victor, who was calm by nature, was extremely annoyed by the elves' weirdness. They said openly and secretly that the witch hunters were a group of cowards who only dared to attack civilians who could not resist.

But soon, Victor calmed down and drew out the dagger in front of him as if nothing had happened: "I thought Asrai were free. There seems to be a saying that life has its own source... But why would an Athel Loren elf appear in a remote tavern in the empire? Is it because of an irresistible order?"

"You..." (End of this chapter)