Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"I don't feel right. There is an inexplicable voice calling me." Marcus looked at the Bretonnian plains, which were somewhat different from the familiar environment. After a night of confusion, the first thing he did was to find the eyes that were watching him.

He had never been to Bretonnian. When Judith traced the case record, he found that Marcus's ancestors fled from Bastogne to Uberek to avoid the religious war. After a hundred years of baptism, except for Marcus's strong physique and some differences from his friends who grew up together, he was already a real imperial citizen.

This case record was ruthlessly erased by Judith. Except for the backup left in the palace, even if Marcus's 18th generation ancestor was dug out of the ground, he was still a real imperial citizen.

However, when entering Bretonnian, Marcus's reaction only made Victor want to laugh. The witch hunter grinned and ruthlessly ridiculed the big-headed soldier.

"Kruber, you should consider reducing your alcohol intake. A drunk hunter cannot survive in nature."

"The tough guy is right. Young people should understand what it means to do what they can. It is not a wise choice to be brave." Bardin wiped the wine stains from his beard. The first thing a dwarf does every day is to praise Valaya, and then have a glass of beer to boost his energy.

But Lona doesn't want the carriage to have only a few drops of dirt waiting for mice to lick before reaching the destination, so he hopes that Victor will strictly control the supply of Marcus and Bardin.

The facts show that the effect is very general. The witch hunters have no hope of getting away with selling alcohol, and the Bretonnians are not fools. How can they not see that there are five... temporary mixed reconnaissance teams.

"Dear ones~, it's time for breakfast. Sister Sienna made the toasted bread by herself. The old Tyrell flavor is guaranteed to be liked."

Holding a bag of bread that exudes a burnt smell, Sienna likes to share the most, especially her cooking skills.

The pyromancer can turn the battlefield into a kitchen, or in other words, the kitchen can also be turned into a battlefield.

Victor frowned and picked up a piece of half-burnt bread. He remembered that when he checked the food yesterday, these wheat breads without sand and sawdust still exuded an attractive aroma, instead of the current... garbage smell.

"Fergenassus, you should learn to restrain your... habits. We can't afford to waste."

Sienna ate the bread expressionlessly, without responding to Victor, looking at the three strong men, just hoping that they can give due praise to the hard-working chef.

Mage is not easy to mess with, especially the fire mage. This is the truth that Marcus learned in Kislev. No matter the magic of the pointy ears or the evil witchcraft of the northerners, they can always make the Tal believers suffer.

Marcus gave a thumbs up, stuffed the burnt bread into the wine jar, wiped off the burnt material on the surface with all his strength, and then stuffed it into the liquid.

A dripping simple stew was successfully completed under Marcus' operation.

The soldier praised Sienna's cooking skills in a slurred voice, "Sienna, you are the best cook I have ever seen. The taste of this bread... can really make people hungry to death."

Bardin learned well. He was not a coward, but just gave humans a face.

As for Victor, he refused the food and thought that Sienna was wasting precious food and was suspected of colluding with Chaos elements.

The three people and the dwarf talked and laughed. Although their backgrounds and experiences were not very similar, at least they all had good personalities.

Marcus was a little silly, but he would always take the initiative to take on the boring work of guarding the night. Sienna was as warm and enthusiastic as a flame, and was very humorous about life. She always ridiculed herself as a three-faced man who was born in Tyrell and grew up in Altdorf, but learned elven magic.

Bardin likes to sing. Unlike the stubborn long beard in his impression, Bardin, who changed into a ranger outfit, likes all kinds of interesting things on the ground, and often shares various stories he has seen when camping at night.

Although Victor was a bit tough, he was actually very... gentle, which was incredible for a witch hunter, especially for a witch hunter with a serious look and sharp and sarcastic tone.

He taught Marcus about the taboos in some areas of the empire, told Sienna how to act in accordance with the standards of the church, and exchanged deep friendship with Bardin.

If there were only these four people, Victor would not mind treating them as temporary companions, but there was only one more elf...

"Flying insects, your short life will always be consumed in boring things. Now we have arrived in the land of Bretonnia... Raise your extremely low vigilance."

The elf with a veil covering her cheek joined the morning chat unknowingly. She would not join the boring discussion of the short-lived ghost, especially those fallacies about the elves...

Although occasionally, those human monkeys can tell some interesting deeds of the elves, but that is Asur, not Asrai.

"Kerillian? Come and try the bread I made, the old Tyrell taste." Sienna took out a piece of bread with better appearance, thinking that the charred object just now was just a play with her companions.

Kerillian looked at the monkey's food with contempt, and only monkeys would make food so crudely.

Victor raised his only remaining eyebrow and said provocatively, "I have seen the Phoenix King eat a piece of bread produced by the mill in Rick County, and I have also seen the most arrogant knights in your empire eat Altdorf sausages. Perhaps you can explain why, elf woman?"

In terms of experience, Kerillian has witnessed more than Victor, but the key issues are that this witch hunter has really come into contact with the Phoenix King. With Aslai's experience, he can easily see that the elven longsword worn by the monkey on his waist is not a commodity that can be found casually.

The handguard and sword guard decorated with ancient dragon scales, and the dragon claw-shaped star iron as the weight ball, fully indicate that this thing may be the sword of a Caledor noble.

Kerillian reluctantly took the bread and only put Sienna's kindness into her bag, without the intention of showing her true face to her companions.

"Then tell me, elf, what did you find? I hope it's not a group of holy grail grandfathers carrying golden corn cobs riding tall horses to drive us non-taxpaying guys." Marcus, whose ancestral home is unknown, continued to joke about the land under his feet with the empire.

"Beastmen... If we move forward, we will step into the three-way melee area. The best way is to bypass it."

Kerillian hesitated to speak. She wanted to return to her compatriots to protect Athel Loren, but this might cause more trouble.

Even if she searched through the hidden things of Lona in the Red Moon Tavern, she finally got all kinds of handles of the local nobles, and the letter she was so anxious about never found any clues.

"A three-way melee?" Victor was a little puzzled. The witch hunters didn't know much about the southern lands. It was difficult to deal with the darkness of an empire, so who would care about the kingdom of the goddess in the south.

"Beastmen, Bretonnia, and..."