Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Wait, you mean to let us take this letter of challenge to Goronny and announce your prince's invasion plan in front of Laun Leocornwall? There is no plan to respond afterwards?!"

Marcus was confused by the elves' request. I was just a soldier who accidentally drifted to Bretonnia due to a shipwreck. I definitely didn't want to continue to have any contact with the Holy Grail Church.

"You are His Majesty's groom... Although I don't quite understand why a human who can't understand dragon language has such an honor, since you can survive the shipwreck caused by the lake fairy, you must have been blessed by His Majesty.

Listen, Victor, Marcus, Bardin, Sienna, Kerillian, take this letter of challenge to the most prosperous area of ​​Goronny and publicly announce the intentions from the Dragon Court... Caledor will respect you."

"Which Caledor?" Victor asked back. He didn't see that it was a good decision to sneak into Goronny secretly when the elf delegation was attracting firepower.

The Holy Grail guards they encountered last time alone were enough to make the five little strong men drink a pot. Now entering the capital of Bretonnia where the Holy Grail Knights gather, what is the difference between this and suicide.

"There is no Caledor. You just need to understand that this matter is very important to me, and you can't refuse it." Rex stuffed the rope bag to Victor. The one-eyed man carried the breath of the ancient saints. Now the only ancient saint left is Sotek. From this point of view, the bloody giant snake may lend a hand when encountering a crisis.

"This is a difficult problem. We can't sneak into Cologne. Do you think any of us look like Bretonnians?" Victor held up the rope bag. Without thinking too much, there must be a declaration written by Caledor himself inside.

If this is for the empire, even if it means death, Victor will never hesitate.

But this... the envoy sent by the elves will fall into crisis? This is not in line with common sense.

There are many things that are not in line with common sense, including Mishan's appropriate pointing out a small path that can lead to Cologne secretly.

The mission's target was too conspicuous, and as a formal traveler, Rex would never take off the special robe that symbolized the monarch's trust. Walking on the land of Bretonnia was like a live target waiting for the enemy to snipe.

"Remember, Victor Salzpyre, you may become a hero who opens the prelude of the era... or a fool."

Patting Victor on the shoulder, Mishan led a group of dragon halberd guards to set off towards a more obvious trail. They would attract the attention of the Bretonnians so that the five little warriors could successfully sneak into Cologne and declare the mysterious declaration of war inside.

And Victor paused like thunder in his ears, and did not respond to Mishan's words for a while.

What did he hear just now? Sigma was warning him to announce the handwritten order of the elven prince in the bag.

This... The witch hunter looked at the double-tailed comet pendant on his hand and chest, and fell into deep thought for a while. It seems that there is a reason to go.

Maybe he will die, but if this is Sigma's will, everything is worth it.

The five warriors were not sure how many obstacles they encountered at Mishan. With the witch hunters' superb camouflage skills and Marcus's talent for learning languages, the soldier could speak Bretonnian with a strong sonorous feeling without any barriers.

To communicate with the old farmer, you only need to remind him a few words, take out the relics of the expedition knights picked up on the roadside, pretend to praise the greatness of the lady, and speak in a slightly more serious tone, so that the old farmers who have never left the ten-kilometer area of ​​their homes in their lives will naturally bow down and willingly provide supplies.

With the help of the enthusiastic old farmer, they successfully came to an area that was somewhat familiar, but also very strange...

Gazing at the ships on the sea in the distance, the fluttering trident flag of Mannarn made Marcus a little puzzled and scratched his head: "We should be in Bretonnia, how come we see the flag of Mannarn? This is not the Empire, right?"

"Maybe it's Bordello. I've seen many Bretonnian knights verbally praise the Lady of the Lake, but secretly call her a bitch. Compared to the Holy Grail Church that asks you to donate gold and food every day, Mannarn will really bring a lot of wealth." Bardin likes to look at things from the pragmatic perspective of the dwarves. It is probably very difficult to make the dwarves voluntarily donate gold coins, except for marrying a wife.

They are willing to kill the enemy with the shabby battle axe passed down by their ancestors, and rarely spend a high price to customize a handy guy from the rune blacksmith for a suitable weapon.

After all, an axe can be used to chop wood, and it is equally useful for chopping greenskins and ratmen. Tools and weapons are often the same thing in the eyes of dwarves, which also leads to a great difference between their beliefs and those of other races.

"Gorrickson, you are not fooled by the poor quality beer of Bretonnia, are you? Bordello is south of Lyonness. We have been heading east. How can we reach the transition to Mannaen?" Kerillian also felt a little strange. She is an extremely experienced scout, and she can freely travel through the extremely complex fifty territories of Athel Loren.

As long as there is a map and the place she needs to go, Kerillian can be sure to go anywhere.

But this is not the grassland-covered Goronni, the dense and uninterrupted swamp mud, and the occasional arrows and bullet holes in the rocks on the roadside, indicating that there must have been a war here, and it was definitely not a war between Bretonnia and the greenskins.

"This is the border between Cologne and Marienburg... The Bretonnian army led by Marshal Roland has been confronting and fighting with Westland for many years. We have missed Cologne." Victor, who knew the situation in the empire far better than anyone else, quickly determined the location of the swamp.

No need to think too much, they might have been led to a wrong path... But it is incredible that they deviated so much from the pre-planned path. With two experienced hunters leading the way, they could at least see the walls of Goronni, right?

"Fergnathus, tell me what you think." The witch hunter chose to ask the wizard for help. If it was the influence of the wind of magic, faith and persistence alone could not implement Sigmar's will.

"Along the way, our experiences seemed very strange... We encountered a storm on the originally calm sea, and happened to meet the envoy of Caledor and obtained a declaration of war from him... Victor, maybe we should check the condition of the rope bag."

Sienna was very suspicious and thought that the bag was the biggest culprit. Perhaps the elven delegation they met by chance was just a disguise to lure them to this swamp.

Victor was slightly moved, but Kerillian took the lead. The elven woman put her hand on the hilt of the sword in the armed belt: "This is not an appropriate move, short-lived ghost. You don't want to anger that Caledor, I still want to return to Athel Loren alive." (End of this chapter)