Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Kruber recalled the major events that had happened in the past three days. First of all, the quiet village was not corrupted by Nurgle. It was just a group of knights who were clearing the fields and following the orders of the lady to deal with the infected food.

As for why no civilians were seen, judging from Victor's angry expression at the time, everyone might have gone to the lady's kingdom to enjoy themselves.

Although the witch hunters thought they were betrayed, they had no direct contact with intermediaries except Lona in the Red Moon Tavern. They were able to catch the weaknesses of two drunkards and a cook, accurately judge that the team had no supplies and set up an ambush, which showed that someone was always monitoring them along the way.

But Marcus didn't care much. At least they were not dead yet, and old Kruber could even have a good reputation in the Holy Grail Church, personally received an audience with the prophetess, and the young and beautiful Holy Grail girls gave him a wink.

Compared to the young and beautiful Maozi in the north, who grew up to be big and strong, the intellectual girl of the southern neighbor is undoubtedly more suitable. In addition, she has a religious background, which only makes Marcus extremely satisfied, and even the velvet mattress under him feels three times more comfortable.

A girl came to Marcus's place with the will of the prophetess, put the truffles and wine of Bretonnia on the wooden cabinet, sat on the edge of the bed and asked softly: "Sir Kruber, the lady has understood your family's difficulties. As long as you are willing to return to Bretonnia, the Holy Grail Oath will open its door to you, and then you can also see the back of the lady that countless knights desire."

Viscount, this is the gift given to Marcus by the Holy Grail Church. He only needs to nod slightly, give up Tal, Radnor... Sigmar and Ulric who occasionally mutter a few words, and kneel on one knee in front of the Holy Grail, and he can transform from a soldier to a nobleman.

"Uh, uh, what? What do you mean by return to Bretonnia? I don't understand." Marcus' eyes turned white, and he held the girl's slender hand, not forgetting to use the fine wine on the wooden cabinet to edify the atmosphere.

Based on his years of experience as a follower... a guard and personal teaching, the ambassador will always arrange bribes in this way. If the enemy gives you a sugar-coated bullet, then swallow the clean things into your mouth first, and as for the conditions, drag them all. As long as you don't agree, the enemy can't do anything to you.

Although Marcus didn't study for a few years, and three years ago he could only calculate addition and subtraction within ten, but it didn't mean stupidity. The team fell into the whole trap and was captured by the Bretonnians.

As for why there was no secret execution, and there was no action to connect with the Empire and Athel Loren, he believed that the Bretonnians had asked the Red Moon Tavern to hire a team. As for what the reason was, let Salzpyre guess.

Old Kruber must obey Tal's oracle and understand the unrestrained life of people in the natural state!

With a cry, the big-headed soldier who had no money to go to the alley due to lack of funds fired the first shot in the church of the southern neighbor.

"This is the lady's church, let's go out and do it..."

"I saw her head was tilted with laughter, she must like to watch it."

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Whether the lady likes to watch the people and nature of Tal, Victor didn't know. He paced back and forth in the dungeon to reach the witch hunter, still thinking about what went wrong.

First of all, the culprit was the three wastes who wasted supplies. If they followed the route arranged by Lona, they would not have fallen into the trap of Bretonnia.

Secondly, Kruber had a tendency to apostatize. Victor could tolerate him believing in multiple gods of the empire, but not the goddess of Bretonnia in the south! He actually accepted the sugar-coated bullets of the lying prophetess and knelt down to the golden cup inlaid with gems!

Finally, the information was leaked. They changed the route temporarily, and there was no possibility of prior leaks. The only place to explore was the people or... elves they had contacted along the way.

The witch hunter looked at the ranger who was sitting in the corner of the dungeon without saying a word. Along the way, he met two elves, one was the Asrai woman in front of him, and the other was the Asur Dragon Prince.

For the Imperials, even if we use the orcs' heads crushed by Sigmar, the Asrai woman is more likely to be a spy!

To test him, Victor pretended to ask.

"Elf, you are not panicked at all."

"For me, there is no difference between being bound by the Imperials and being imprisoned by the Bretonnians, and Kruber's situation seems to be very interesting...

Instead of considering that I am a spy, it is better to think about how to save your compatriots. You must know that after drinking the water of the Holy Grail, no matter how you explain when you return to the Empire, no fool will think he is an Imperial."

Kerillian's laughter was a bit demonic, as if she couldn't wait to see the dispute between Victor and Marcus. This was one of the few fun that the elves could find in humans. What is more interesting than the ambiguous relationship between a cold man and a big-headed soldier?

Victor would not consider the unique interests of the elves... He always cares about one thing, that is, Marcus's thoughts. If this guy wants to apostatize, the witch hunter will be the first to judge.

Three days have passed, and the footbath water should be drunk. They should continue on their way...

"Gorrickson, escape tool."

The dwarf took out a small wire from his butt crack. For craftsmen, only small objects are needed to accomplish many feats.

"Just waiting for you to speak, tough guy."

"Fergnasas." The witch hunter also has expectations for the wizard. Sienna, who comes from the academic school, must have a way to break the magic seal of the cage.

The wizard grinned and gave a warm smile, as if looking forward to the next performance: "The desire for the power of fire comes at a price. Are you ready for a big fight, dear?"

"Our equipment is placed in the sixth door on the left. You attract attention." Maybe she was planning to have some fun, and Carillian didn't mind helping these three short-lived ghosts. Although this is the Holy Grail Church, it must be It should be no problem...

"Then let's do it..."

Badin and Sienna stood at the iron door of the cage at the same time. Maybe the prophetess was very confident in her magic and believed that the four prisoners who were easily captured were incapable of resisting, so they were all placed together.

As the iron wire and a beam of Aksha's Fire merged into the iron cage at the same time, the flames melted the iron door and turned into a high-temperature liquid of molten iron. It spread towards the entire prison at an extremely fast speed, and a fire began to emerge...

The jailers stationed here are not knights, and their wild swings of weapons only make the witch hunters laughable. Even if they are unarmed, the faith of the Sons of Sigmar is countless times stronger than that of the ignorant people in the south!

"In the name of Sigmar, I will judge you for your crimes against the Children of the Empire!"

Experienced in dodging the jailer's sword, Victor stretched out his arm and jammed his opponent's arm and elbow with his grappling skills. He hit his forehead hard against his temple and used the force of his palm to seize a good long sword.

The Witch Hunter's mercy is limited to those who need mercy, and who needs mercy can only be judged by Sigmar.

The long sword pierced the prisoner's eye socket, and the black hole bubbled with blood and life, bringing death. (End of chapter)