Warhammer Wizard

On the sea, a steam passenger liner rides the wind and waves to the north.

The ship is nearly 100 meters long and is divided into four floors from top to bottom. Each floor is full of extraordinary people dressed as mercenaries. People are bored drinking and playing cards in the bar on the ship.

Even though the cabin of the passenger ship has a good sound insulation effect, the very few mercenaries with auditory elements can still vaguely hear the sound of intense breathing from the most luxurious suite on the top floor, which seems painful and happy. , evoking infinite reverie but not really listening.

"Tsk tsk..."

An unshaven middle-aged mercenary laughed ambiguously twice, took a sip of strong wine, and said enviously, "Sir Count is really amazing, he hasn't had a day off for ten days on the ship, and the regimental commander hasn't squeezed him dry! It's me, and I guess I won't be able to walk in two days."

"Bah..." A mercenary next to him laughed.

"Just based on your appearance and strength, can the head of the regiment like you? When we went to the brothel together, even the prostitutes disliked you, and they charged you a few more silver crowns to do your business."

The surrounding mercenaries all burst out laughing.

"I can't think about it?" The middle-aged mercenary was exposed, but he was not angry. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, glared at everyone fiercely, and sneered: "You guys, who would dare to say that he didn't have any crooked thoughts about the head of the regiment?"

The faces of the mercenaries were stagnant, a little uncomfortable.

"Cough!" A mercenary captain broke the silence and said in a low voice: "The glory of the head of the regiment can only be endured by Lord Earl. You should stop talking behind your back in the future, and be careful to be heard by Lord Bigber and be punished."

As he said that, his eyes drifted to a dark corner of the bar.

The mercenaries looked over and found that Lord Bigeber was sitting there drinking boring wine, his face was gloomy, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights.

The mercenaries on the ship are used to his appearance.

Since one day last month, the head of the regiment spent the night in Lord Earl's bedroom. As soon as the news came out, Lord Bigeber was hit and never recovered.

Some mercenaries secretly laughed at Bill Bell's wishful thinking, and some mercenaries felt sympathy for him.

But no one felt that the head of the regiment made the wrong choice.

They have been in Glamorgan for more than a year, living in the castle, living a comfortable life, and they are no strangers to the Count.

Regardless of identity, status or strength, Lord Earl has an overwhelming advantage.

Not to mention, the Count is younger, has unlimited potential, and is extremely handsome. Bigeber is just a middle-aged man who is starting to go bald. If it were any woman, he would make the same choice as the head of the regiment. Even being a lover for Lord Count is a hundred times better than committing to Goebel.

But Bigeber couldn't think of it himself, and he was depressed all day, and no one dared to touch his bad head.

The mercenaries shook their heads and sighed before dispersing.

In the luxurious suite, the voice gradually subsided with a deep and high-spirited panting.

Ren sat up with a refreshed face, and gently hugged Emily in his arms, stroking his palms on her smooth back, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Since the first taste that day, Emilys has become more and more enthusiastic.

Dare to try anything, dare to play anything.

Even though Ren had read countless films in his previous life, he didn't know as many tricks as Emilys, and sometimes he was taken aback, thinking that people in this world really know how to play. Then enjoy it.

After eating the marrow and knowing the taste, he began to be a little obsessed with this feeling.

"The town of Wenrou is a hero's tomb, no wonder so many men are addicted to it and can't extricate themselves." Ren sighed and admonished himself: "Ren, Ren, you have to be vigilant, don't let women erode your will, from Get up and start tomorrow."

After a while, Emily's physical strength recovered.

Immediately, she was entangled like an octopus again, and the soft touch came from all over her body, causing Ren's blood to surge up. He wanted to refuse but was gagged.

"Well... do it again." Thoughts flashed in Ren's mind, he decided to enjoy it first.

Once, twice, three times... Until the seventh time, it was already in the middle of the night, and Ren finally came back to his senses and refused with difficulty: "Amelis, stop, let's stop here today, you must understand Temperance, our days are still long."

Emily raised her head, smiled slyly, and said reluctantly, "Okay then."

Ren got up and went to open the window to let the fresh sea breeze blow into the room.

It had just arrived in mid-April, and the summer had not yet entered. The temperature along the northern coast of the mainland was lower, and the chill in the wind made Ren shiver slightly, and his mind was clear.

Looking far into the distance, under the darkness in front of the ship, there is a faint black outline of the coastline.

There is the Balshi Sea country.

The destination of Ren's trip was Hightok, the capital of Balshi.

Last month, Wezeland Floating City reached a secret agreement with Emilys, but it has not really started to act. A war, especially a war that determines the dominance of a huge kingdom, is not something that can be fought immediately if one wants to.

The assembly of the army, the storage and transportation of materials, and strategic planning all take time, at least three to four months or even longer.

Emily has been fighting for this all her life, preparing for it for decades.

Hightok will become the gathering point of this rejuvenation plan. The extraordinary people of her mercenary group have returned to Hightok one after another, and many materials have also been delivered to the city warehouse in batches. The most important centaur legion will cross the Wansongling Mountains from the prairie in the north of the empire, board the ship from a hidden pier a hundred miles outside the city of Hightok, cross the Qiandao Sea, and land at Congatro.

The wizards of Wezeland don't appear until the day the army sets sail.

Ren's Ultramarines and Gunwing Knights will also participate in the war at that time, and will be the main force to conquer Congatro.

But before that, there is one more important thing to do.

A soft body was attached from behind, then turned to the front, snuggled into Ren's arms, and looked through the window, looking at the coastline in front of him.

"What are you looking at?" Ren asked.

"Hightok."

Emily responded softly, and after a few more breaths of silence, she continued: "I grew up in Hightok as long as I can remember, although Lord Ashtan told me his identity and origin since he was a child, and kept reminding me that I am Drogon. A member of the Fort family, the Princess of Dragonjing, the rightful heir to the Congatro throne, but, I have never been to Congatro."

"Congatro is so unfamiliar to me. In contrast, Hightok is more like my hometown..."

"I'm a little scared."

The talk suddenly stopped.

"Are you afraid that the people of Congatro will refuse to recognize your identity?"

Ren saw her thoughts and saw her nodding lightly, so he patted her smooth shoulder and comforted: "Conquest doesn't need the consent of the people, governance only needs. You will never do worse than King Sirea. Bar?"

Emily's expression became very complicated, she hesitated first, then shook her head firmly.

King Syria, the culprit who brought Drogonburg House almost to its knees.

This is an out-and-out foolish and tyrant. Looking at the whole of Alanus, it is difficult to find a worse ruler than King Syria.

During his 100-year reign in Congatro, he has committed countless heinous acts of evil.

Bloodthirsty and murderous, greedy for pleasure, moody, and extremely suspicious, they will burn others at the stake if something goes wrong. Throw them into the fire in large numbers, just to satisfy that perverted habit.

People suspected that King Cyria was mentally abnormal, or that he had taken refuge with the evil god, and secretly called him the "mad king".

The other families of Congatro couldn't bear it anymore, and they were forced to rebel.

In just a few months, the Drogon family was uprooted.

Nearly a hundred royal dragonborn were slaughtered, and only Emily escaped under the protection of the king's captain, Astan.

Even after decades, the Drogon family's reputation in Congatro is still disreputable, even despised.

Among them, the current king has spared no effort to smear propaganda and enhance the legitimacy of his rule. The main reason is that the crimes committed by King Sirea cannot be forgiven.

It is foreseeable that after Emily restores the Drogonburg dynasty, she will encounter much resistance to governing the kingdom.

If placed in the previous life, it is almost impossible for her to successfully restore.

But in the world of Ellenus, public opinion is not so important, and the vast ocean of people's war cannot drown the extraordinary legion.

What's more, the nobles of Congatro did not know the magic weapon for mobilizing the masses.

In the world where Wei Li belongs to himself, he finally speaks with his fists.

Ren's gaze fell on Emily's neck.

This is the only accessory she wears on her body, which never leaves her body, a pale gold necklace with a pendant suspended between deep ravines, shaped like a curved horn the size of a finger.

This inconspicuous horn is actually a legendary item.

It's called "Dragon's Call".

The Drogon family has been able to rule the Congatro Continent for more than 3,000 years, relying on this family heirloom. It is a treasure bestowed by the dragon **** Bahamut. Only the dragonborn of the Drogon Castle family can blow it, and summon the nearby legendary dragons to come and sign the dragon oath with it, and serve at least three hundred years.

The vow of the dragon is somewhat similar to the soul contract, but it is different. It can inspire the blessing of the dragon **** in the soul of the dragon, so that the strength of the apostle of the dragon will soar and directly upgrade.

Dragon's Call can only be used once every 30 years~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The times can be accumulated.

Currently it has three uses.

The premise of signing the oath is that the dragon must be defeated dignifiedly. Emilys is an eleventh-level dragonborn apostle, and the dragon summoned is at least legendary. She is not sure of success, and she has not dared to sound the horn for many years.

Fortunately, Bahamut, the dragon god, also established a rule that allows the Dragonborn Apostle to appoint a helper, but only a clan or a spouse.

The only person who meets Emily's side is Ren.

Ren naturally would not refuse.

She had already found three suitable dragons as contract targets, two of them around the Balshi Sea country, and one in the territory of the orc tribes farther north.

Ren came with her alone to subdue the three-headed dragon and become a help in conquering Congatro.