Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Mr. Krupper..."

"No, no, no, Mr. Rachel, there is no need to call me sir."

"No, no, no, Mr. Krupper, your identity is no longer the same as before, and I need to express my respect."

The elves and humans who rejected each other performed a harmonious scene of respectful court officials. As long as Marcus kept putting exquisite food and wine into his mouth, it was actually acceptable.

"Tough guy, our ship is almost due." Bardeen, who had a good sense of time, finally remembered business after drinking a bucket of Bergman No. 3. He had been staying at the embassy and couldn't deliver a mission to the Phoenix King.

"Don't worry, I have specially arranged a ship to escort you to Tilea, ensuring that it is much more comfortable and safer than ordinary passenger ships." Rachel used an impeccable smile to make the five little ones feel at ease in the embassy. Enjoy lunch.

"Really...I heard that there are many precious books hidden in the embassy. Can I borrow them on the ship for entertainment?" Sienna's eyes were like fire. This is the best opportunity. Who knows what will happen next time she comes to the embassy? When.

"Abel, take Ms. Fergnathas to my private study."

"yes."

The ambassador's overtures left the Five Little Powers a bit confused. Rachel was also a well-known figure in the empire. He had witnessed the succession of three emperors in Altdorf, and he could be considered an antique-level politician.

"Mr. Rachel, I accidentally ate a mixed elf horse yesterday. Look at this..." Marcus rubbed his palms and couldn't wait to tell the request to the elf he met for the first time.

Rachel can naturally solve this trouble for him, but only if the rumor is true.

He overheard a rumor from Altdorf Palace about the reason why the Phoenix King appeared in Bretonnia. Many people thought that His Majesty personally took care of the Lake Fairy and shut up the bitch completely.

There were many speculations, but the palace actually revealed a shocking rumor, saying that they went to Bretonnia specifically just to canonize a stable boy?

"It is not difficult to get a half-breed horse, but can you tell me the details about your encounter with our elf Phoenix King in Bretonnia? I am not guessing your majesty's intentions, but just to avoid some friends in the empire from worrying that they think it is necessary Just know some details.”

Words were meaningless to Marcus. He spoke carelessly and took out the piece of horse armor: "Shepherd, but I am already a knight. How can I be a horse herder for the Phoenix King? Tell him for me... …”

Rachel carefully took the fragment of the horse armor. Judging from the gap, it must have been forcibly broken from Mortelius' horse armor... It was a steadfast mount that had served His Majesty for more than four hundred years. The years that accompanied the Phoenix King's growth were more than Minasnil has a longer horse.

Breaking off a piece of armor from the horse armor is no less than breaking off the dragon-wing epaulets on the Phoenix King's armor...

"Mr. Krupael, the herdsman is the rough translation of the imperial language to the person who manages the master's mount in the Elvish language. Many specific occupations in the Elvish language can only be called in general, just like the dwarves will divide the fourteen according to the fineness of gold. Different grades..."

"So I'm not a horse herder?" Marcus smiled. What's the difference? Anyway, I'm just a servant who bathes the horses.

Knowing that the big-headed soldier lacked knowledge of Elvish, Rachel sighed and carefully placed the silver piece on the marble table. He was really envious of this idiot for getting such a valuable treasure without knowing anything.

After staying in the old world for more than two hundred years, except for joining an honorary noble in the political field, it seems that I have gained nothing... The gold and treasures that can fill the warehouse are of no use, but they are not worth a piece of debris in the hands of a big-headed soldier. .

"Horseherd, this has a specific title in Caledorian court language, called Dragon Controller. In ancient times, the nobles in the Dragon's Back Mountains were not proud of riding horses. The court would specially cultivate a group of people who are talented in communicating with dragons. A person who assists the Dragon Prince in his riding skills...

But you are a human being, and I don’t understand the connection..."

"We're not going to pay wages. Loner only cares about the wine, but he doesn't pay us."

This is what Marcus cares about most. If he could look at the beautiful elf girls every day, drink some wine and rub the horse's back, would it seem acceptable?

Suddenly, Rachel's expression changed: "Please set off for Tilea. Lord Davian must have arranged your needs. Please carry this piece of horse armor with you. Any elf who sees the dragon and phoenix runes are molded together." Together, we will make things convenient for you.”

Being driven away inexplicably made the five little heroes very dissatisfied, especially Kerilian, who felt a sense of contempt for her compatriots Asul who had been infected with the Empire's atmosphere.

The specially arranged ships have been docked for a long time, and what awaits them will be a flawless heroic path, not a controversial civil war between the Order camp.

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Draconier glanced at Antoine's side face. Assur, who was born into a thief, still did not repent, thinking that the countess was still pure and innocent, like a joke of the gods, a joke only made on him.

"Kullan, I'm not interested in him. How to deal with it is your business. I can tolerate some of Druchi's little quirks, as long as they don't flow into my ears."

Kuran, who stood with his arms crossed, stepped on Antoine's cheek with one foot. He had been waiting for this traitor for a long time... Caledor and his son had zero tolerance for traitors regardless of race. Even if Assur knew the Eternal Queen, because Excellent painting techniques give the little queen an eternal memory, and it will not change the reality.

He will die, but not very well before he dies.

"I thought you needed him to capture Lilith's location. Maybe I guessed wrong?"

"There are people who are more useful than him, and Lilith pays more attention to him... Antoine is just a chess piece that can be discarded at any time."

"You mean..." Kuran narrowed his eyes, and his eyes looked at a mysterious area on the land of the Old World intentionally or unintentionally.

"How sure are you?" Draknir asked Kuran in return. Don't be too obvious. Everyone is a wise man.

If Alaros is to be killed, it must not be someone from the Royal Court, which will cause a backlash from Athel Loren and Avalon.

But Druzy did not have this concern. He just found some Cain believers who had been prepared as scapegoats to shut up Athel Loren and Avalon.

If Kuran is willing to pay the price of his life to catch the god who used the Witch King as a chess piece, at least Draknir respects this decision.

"It depends on where he is. I can't catch a jumping monkey in Athel Loren. If the venue is right, he will definitely die."

Kulan put more force on his feet, causing Antoine to roar in pain, but this is what Black Hand wanted to hear.

The captain of the Black Guard looked full of hatred, and he couldn't wait.

"If necessary, you will get a suitable venue, but now... lead your legion to prepare for war. I have released Druzy from the cage. Don't let me down." (End of this chapter)