Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"You owe me a huge debt. Have you considered how to repay it, respected witch hunters, imperial soldiers, pyromancers, ironbreakers, and rangers?"

After swallowing a big mouthful of brandy, Victor barely suppressed his aversion to the elves. For some reason, he just didn't like these elf women.

Especially, these elf women dared to tease Sigmar. You should know that even the Dragon Prince grandfather in Altdorf before verbally expressed respect for Sigmar.

"I still have urgent matters to attend to. I will write down the bills I need to pay in detail and wait for the inner court guards next year..."

Lorna's unfriendly eyes seemed to indicate that he didn't want to wait until next year.

"I thought the inner court guards were good people who abided by the law and would not allow mages to set fires in the city."

"Special cases need special treatment. A few houses are far less important than the threat of ratmen."

"But these houses are the property they have accumulated throughout their lives. Burning them all at once means that the first half of their lives have been wasted." Lona's emphasis did not make the witch hunter feel guilty at all. He had long been accustomed to the feeling of being blamed.

On the contrary, Siena, the murderer who set the fire, shrank her head and muttered softly: "I thought the academy would reimburse... Otherwise, I will go back to Altdorf and work as a combat mage for a few years to repay their losses?"

Lorna did not answer the enthusiastic mage. Instead, he looked at the dwarves and elves who were drinking silently.

"Bardin Gorickson, maybe your clan can easily repay this debt, but you certainly won't explain the fact that the Troll Hammer was shot off target."

"Uh, I just didn't drink enough, so I accidentally shot your baron's stable, not because of my poor skills." Bardin slapped the rocket launcher at his feet. This is a big treasure. I don't know why he chose a special attack behemoth cannon to duel with the elves.

Still assuming that Bardin would work, Lona aimed at the most difficult elves. Experienced intelligence scouts would not try to persuade an Asrai. The forest elves, who are known for their stubbornness and loneliness, are extremely famous in the imperial intelligence circle, and it is almost impossible to communicate smoothly.

An unsigned white envelope arrived at Kerillian's hand as Lona pushed it out: "I have a condition you can't refuse."

"Really? I really wonder why your human confidence is so inflated."

Kerillian disdainfully picked up the envelope with two fingers, as if she was extremely disgusted with objects that had passed through human hands. Her left hand also disdained to tear the envelope open and pull out the short paper inside.

The paper contained very little information, but it did make Kerillian's eyes tremble like an earthquake.

In the year 2367 of the Imperial Calendar, the Tyrell Elf Ye.

"You!" Kerillian thought that this matter was concealed very well. She and a group of rangers who believed in Lilith disguised themselves as Asur and attacked many human villages and towns in Tyrell.

After the unification of the elves, this matter was suppressed by Alaros himself. To date, Kerillian still believes that no one knows the truth of the incident. If the royal court knows... they will all die without exception.

The longbow was pulled out at an incredibly fast speed, so fast that Victor had already pointed the musket at the elf's temple. The witch hunter narrowed his one eye and said with a warning tone: "Elf, put down your weapon, you are trying to attack an imperial citizen."

The cold arrow and the fully drawn bowstring fully demonstrated Kerillian's vigilance at the moment. The distance of less than one meter was enough to embed Lona's head into the wine cabinet behind him.

Bardin, who likes to watch the fun, shouted: "That's it, Salzpyre, give her a bullet in the pointy head, let her know what the power of gunpowder is."

Only Marcus and Sienna, who remained in a daze, were still drinking and chatting, muttering about this weird atmosphere.

"Do you think they will do it?" A sip of vodka ignited sparks in Sienna's red hair, and also made Marcus move his chair and step back half a step.

"Maybe, but Salzpyre paid, so I will collect the elves' bodies."

The person involved, Lona, raised his hands and showed no hostility in front of Asrai's bow and arrow: "Calm down, Kerillian, I don't know what's written in this letter."

"But you are the contact person."

"But I'm not the one who asked you to come here."

The extremely weird conversation made Kerillian slowly loosen the bowstring. She thought of many things at once. Is this a threat or an order?

If it is a threat, who is it from? If the giant horned viper knew about that, its first reaction would definitely be to rush into Athel Loren to ask for punishment, but what if it was the royal court?

After some thinking, Kerillian stopped her hostility and tacitly accepted Lona's identity as the contact person.

Leaving the five people here for the time being, Lona pinched a non-existent cold sweat. This was more troublesome than fighting in his youth. Managing five unrelated but gathered together...heroes?

"Since you owe me a debt, do a few things for me."

Victor raised a doubt. If Nalo had the weaknesses of the elf women next to him, he must have a deep background in the empire and could not lack understanding of the current duties of the witch hunters.

"I still need to take care of the rat infestation in Uberrick."

"Someone has taken over your duties, Salzpyre."

"Who."

Lona shrugged and spread his hands: "Who knows, I can't decide what the big man of Aldorf thinks."

Victor, who seemed to be thinking, seemed to have guessed Lona's identity, and chose to stop questioning and quietly enjoy the brandy that he hadn't tried for a long time.

The boss took out a map, a rough map of Montfort: "I need you to investigate the rat infestation in the territories of our southern neighbors, and mark whether they are capable of resisting the attacks of the Skaven. If they are attacked, can they immediately move to the nearest castle."

"Fighting against ratmen is our duty, right?" Lona and Victor looked at each other, suggesting that the witch hunters should not raise too many questions.

This investigation order is very strange. In name, it is to investigate the rat infestation in Montfort, but in fact it is to investigate the distribution of gathering places and the strength of the southern neighbors.

Lona did not want to speculate what Aldolf was preparing. The worst case scenario might be a big fight with the neighbors, and the best case scenario was routine reconnaissance intelligence, but he only had to deal with the five people in front of him.

Victor was very perceptive. After seeing the almost empty map and Lona's statement, he had already associated some... not so good things.

"Is this a private commission, or..."

"It's a commission from the Red Moon Tavern, and the reward is that you can get drunk here for free."

Marcus raised a more concerned question: "Bretonnians, can you let us scout the Skaven's movements in their territory?

I mean, if the imperials passing by the castle carry a bag of gold coins, they will only have a few pennies left when they leave, and they are inferior goods mixed with iron."

"You will disguise yourself as workers delivering goods to the Montforge Tavern. As long as you can accurately grasp the whereabouts of the ratmen, you can use some unconventional means." (End of this chapter)