Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

After two days and two nights of tracking, the Inquisitor realized one thing: he was fooled by a young boy and the necromancer had never been to the west of Duncanwald Forest.

The sharp light sword, which was powerful enough to pierce the troll's skin, was placed in front of Senior's throat. Victor only needed to think about it, and the servants who dared to shelter the villagers would die here.

Senior smiled awkwardly. Although he was a knight-errant, it was better to be honest when facing the Inquisitor of the Knights of the Silver Hammer. Problems that could be solved with words should never be dealt with by physical means.

It's not that I can't beat him, but there is no possibility of beating him.

The thumb and index finger protected by the leather glove carefully pinched the sharp edge of the sword in front of his throat: "Sir Victor, do you have some misunderstandings about me? The slight difference in our ideas may be resolved in a more appropriate way."

"You are shielding those villagers and taking advantage of my urgency to point me in the wrong direction." Victor's one eye showed even more murderous intent. The contact between the two was purely coincidental. The knight-errant, a peddler who cheated people in the city, recommended himself when the Inquisitor offered a high price to find a guide.

With Senior as his guide, Victor could only say from his experiences along the way that he was just a small-time vendor who made money by selling sketches of noble ladies to common people.

Senior, who had originally looked a little terrified, suddenly straightened his back and said seriously, "You can't blame me for pointing you in the wrong direction just because you didn't find any trace of the necromancer. There is no necessary connection between the two. Logically speaking, not finding it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I believe that with your knowledge as an inquisitor, you will understand this. As long as we keep chasing, I believe the necromancer will definitely show up."

"The same nonsensical logical judgment as that of a goblin." Just when Victor was thinking of teaching the servant a lesson for wasting time out of compassion, his keen hearing seemed to detect something unusual, and his ears twitched slightly.

Senior, who had always believed that Victor would not kill him, saw the Inquisitor listening carefully to the surroundings and became very curious. He asked curiously, "Is there any movement? I can't wait to kick this necromancer's head like a ball."

Victor, who smelled the scent of heresy in the shadows, had a smile on his stern face. Since officially entering the Inquisition, he has been searching day and night for the trace of the necromancer who destroyed the monastery. Now he can finally fulfill his wish.

The Inquisitor retracted his rapier and stopped accusing the servant of having evidence of a crime. He untied a leather bag from his waist. The heavy visual impact when he shook it and the crisp echo of the metal friction and collision made Senior's eyes widen.

Throwing a bag of the most widely circulated gold coins on the market to Senior, Victor gave his temporary attendant one last word: "Go, the farther the better. There is no need to explain my situation to the church. Let this evil heretic who poses a huge threat to the world disappear from people's memory forever."

Senior nodded as if he understood, took the bag full of Eiler gold coins, and saluted the Inquisitor who turned around and headed towards his prey.

Although these guys will implicate a large number of innocent people in the course of their work, they are undoubtedly good people who dare to take the lead and set an example of sacrifice.

Well, at least from the perspective of the main base of the church that is difficult to be invaded by evil, these inquisitors who spend their entire lives hunting evil things can make the noble grandfathers who want their safety guaranteed willing to pay more tributes.

Senior started running towards the distance, but he kept turning his head back to look in the direction Victor was heading. He had been coveting the Inquisitor's light sword with many powerful runes engraved on it for a long time.

It would be better to let the loyal servant of the Inquisitor use it to eliminate evil than to let some unknown boy pick it up, so as not to let down Victor's teachings for a month. Hiding in a tree hole, Senior silently calculated the time. He had to enter the scene at the right time. For example, if Victor was only one step away from killing the necromancer, he would go forward to cheer him up and provide all support other than providing help...

Or wait until tomorrow, when Victor's body has been used by the necromancer for a ballroom dance performance...

But the Inquisitor's reminder was obviously earnest. After Senior had spent an hour curled up in the tree hole, a sudden and strong black whirlwind passed by.

Senior watched helplessly as the flowers and plants swept by the black wind withered instantly, clinging to the ground like a piece of moss covering hundreds of meters in radius. From among the trees, a faint creaking sound of branches breaking could be heard, and it looked like they would soon collapse.

The power of the black whirlwind had not yet ended, and a shadow transformed into a sickle instantly swept across the ground. Senior could vaguely hear the crying of ghosts in the shadows that lifted up several meters of soil a few meters away.

Continue hiding or run?
When it comes to his life safety, Senior doesn't dare to be careless at all. The most powerful wizard he has met in recent years is Miss Du Li, whom he met by chance in the city. She can only cast a fireball with the power of black gunpowder, and there is a limit on the magic reserve every day.

I thought that the girl's statement that a wizard could defeat an entire army alone was just self-boasting, to highlight her status as a top student at the magic academy.

After all, if the strength of an individual can be comparable to that of an army, why would the empire set up an army? Wouldn't it be a hundred times cheaper to select a few talents from millions of people and train them than to support tens of thousands of professional soldiers and mercenaries?
The instantaneous complaint made Senior think that he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. He barely managed to avoid the black whirlwind and the shadow of death by luck, but what about the next time? Who knows if that bastard Victor can defeat the necromancer? I have to run quickly.

It’s better not to have that light sword. Leave it to someone who is destined to continue the mantle of the Inquisitor. I, Senior Roy, am not lucky enough to enjoy it.

As soon as he stuck his head out, an embarrassing scene happened. Victor was standing not far away, holding a light sword and fighting with the blue souls scattered in the air. The effort he showed undoubtedly showed that he could not hold on for too long.

A burst of giggles, like the sound of the upper and lower jaws colliding, caught Senior's attention, and he subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

This sight almost scared me to death. My Lord Inquisitor, this is not the necromancer being chased by the church, the large group of bats floating in the sky is clearly a vampire!

The vampire's smile creaked, like a wild animal hunting in the forest.

The giggling stopped. The vampire who was watching the fight between the Inquisitor and the wronged spirit stared at Senior, whose upper body was sticking out of the tree hole, with bloodshot eyes, and said jokingly:

"Victor, is this your new servant? It seems that you have indeed changed a lot from before. You know how to make the weak hide in front of me instead of becoming my toys.

The double-tailed comet has arrived. This is the omen of doomsday. Your Sigma is powerless to stop it." (End of this chapter)