Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Victor returned to his temporary residence, a small wooden house arranged by the local church for ascetics. This seemed to be a big gap from his identity as an inner court guard, but the witch hunter was used to this kind of life.

Compared with luxury enjoyment, he preferred to kill a few heretics every day to pledge loyalty to Sigmar, and drink some beer at night to sleep peacefully.

But today's witch hunter did not immediately crawl on the desk to analyze the possible positions of rats in Uberrick.

He frowned and looked at the burning candle, feeling more and more strange.

Victor Salzpyre, who was only 20 years old, joined the Knights of the Silver Hammer. In the first three years of becoming a witch hunter, he devoted himself to exterminating heretics in Ost and Midden. He could already foresee that after witnessing countless darkness in the empire, he would die in a battle and return to the country of Sigmar.

But the unexpected thing was that he was rescued by a female elf while hunting a vampire in Duncanwald Forest, and then he came into contact with a group of elf high-ranking officials, and even had the honor of fighting with the Phoenix King briefly outside the city of Altdorf.

Marcus was invited to Erlengrad to become an embassy guard. Sienna's mentor was the elf professor Ella. Bardin didn't know for the time being that Kerillian was an elf...

Lona had been in the local area for many years and easily dealt with the baron's stable problem. Obviously, the power behind it was Altdorf.

If this was a leading action, with the personal attention of the Phoenix King and the Emperor, what was the real purpose?

Moreover, with the temperament of the elves, would they be willing to let someone who had been trained for a long time return to the empire...

Caution and suspicion are the nature of witch hunters. He thought about the purpose of the Red Moon Tavern for a long time, but he could not find any clues from the hidden dangers of these somewhat ridiculous Skaven rats.

If you really want to fight against your southern neighbors, hunters are the best scouts, not a group of temporary formations, and even unknown beforehand.

If you want to scout the rat infestation, the focus should be on the Gray Mountain Fortress, not Montforge, which is not affected by the Empire.

Reason: Doubtful.

Purpose: Doubtful.

Means: Doubtful.

Keeping the three points in mind, Victor took a deep breath of oxygen that he needed to breathe a lot because of too much alcohol, silently chanted Sigma's prayer in his heart, blew out the candle and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Victor came to the Red Moon Tavern again and greeted the sleepy Marcus.

The standing posture of the witch hunter and the big-headed soldier formed a sharp contrast. Victor was meticulous like an oak tree, and his strong back was as unbending as the Empire.

The big-headed soldier seemed much more casual, leaning against the door as if he was about to fall asleep, but while shaking his head as if to dispel the drunkenness, his sharp eyes were always observing the surroundings.

With nowhere to go, Kerillian and Sienna naturally stayed at the Red Moon Tavern. They chatted casually, mostly Sienna asked about some geography and customs of Athel Loren. After getting the elves' response, she was quite amazed that there was such a strange place in the world.

The dwarf Bardin changed his clothes. He was no longer wearing the heavy rune plate armor of the Iron Breaker Warrior. He was wearing a horn helmet and light chain mail. The flying axe hanging on his waist and the crossbow behind him fully showed that he was ready to go on a long journey.

Two carriages arrived at the gate from the tavern yard under the traction of Lona. The first one was a standard wine and baggage cart. Jars of pottery filled with beer were tied tightly with ropes, and the upper layer was covered with dry straw to prevent rain.

And the other one...

Victor asked Lona in a deep voice: "I don't like escorting a certain lady of Bretonnia home. This is the job of a knight."

The dark and simple carriage was painted with thick paint on the surface. The delicate and erasable patterns rose from the bottom of the carriage. The windows were clean and bright, which was completely different from the common glass in the empire.

"But you are also a knight, Salzpyre."

"Hmm...if you think the Silver Hammer can be considered a knight in the ordinary sense."

Victor, with his one eye slightly narrowed, warned Lona that he would act according to the witch hunter's method. As for whether the noble lady who was traveling with him could successfully reach her hometown, it depended on how much magic knowledge she learned in the empire.

Victor obviously assumed that the owner of this carriage was the noble lady who left her hometown to come to the empire in the name of learning, but in fact to seek refuge.

Some prestigious nobles were unwilling to send their daughters with the gift of magic wind to the church to become saints. As for why, Victor guessed that it must be the goddess who worked on the believers' brains, unlike Sigma who only protected the empire and had his own selfish motives.

Regardless of the reason, there were occasional cases of knights escorting noble ladies of Bretonnia back home in the Empire, but at least in Victor's impression, it was the first time that the Knights of the Silver Hammer escorted them.

After all, they were better at witch hunting than escorting mages.

Lona laughed heartily, raised his right hand over his shoulder, and pointed his thumb at the carriage behind him: "Don't worry about her safety. You can think of this as my extra help to you. After all, the most powerful spellcaster in your team can only set the house on fire."

"Mage..."

The witch hunter shook his head and stopped asking. Since he knew that the client had many doubts, continuing to ask would only make the doubts more. This morning, the post station had received an urgent order from Aldolf, and Baron Adelaide would replace him as the person in charge of rat extermination in Uberrick.

This shows that Aldolf must be behind Lona, and it is very likely that he is a secret person planted here by the emperor, otherwise it would be impossible to solve most of the problems before the trip in one night.

The witch hunters stood and waited, while Marcus and Bardin were a little skeptical about the quality of the wine on the transport vehicle. When Lona doubted whether the disguise would be successful, the two good friends who were familiar with each other had already unloaded a jar of wine and tasted the Bretonnian special edition beer with a wooden spoon.

"It looks like horse urine, just fished out of the swill bucket. The sour kvass of the hairy man tastes ten thousand times better than this." Marcus spit out a mouthful of wine. He almost suspected that the jar contained troll urine, not alcoholic beverages for people to drink.

The dwarf Bardin, who did not get the first opportunity due to his height advantage, became a little hesitant with his hand holding the wooden spoon. The dwarf's favorite must be dwarf beer, which is rich, fragrant and rich in nutrition. Occasionally, he will also evaluate the inferior products brewed by the people on the ground.

Of course, when there is really no wine to drink, the dwarf will not dislike too much, at least it is much more tolerant than the pointed ears who only drink wine.

The temptation of wine eventually overwhelmed his trust in the Empire. Bardin held the wine barrel, scooped out a full wooden spoon, and poured it into his mouth with great generosity.

He wanted to laugh at Marcus for his lack of taste, because the beer he drank in the tavern yesterday was of good quality.

But the dwarf obviously underestimated the power of the beer specially supplied to Bretonnia by the Empire. He threw the wooden spoon away and pinched his throat with his left hand, as if to pinch the liquid flowing into his esophagus.

After a violent cough and yellow wine stains on his beard, Bardin cursed what the hell this was.

"Valaya, this tarnishes the name of wine. It's simply urine sprinkled by goblins in the mud, then stuffed into Squig's big belly to ferment for half a year, and finally put some elf leaves as ingredients.

If this is considered wine, Bergman will definitely drown all the Bretonnians with his barrels!" (End of this chapter)