Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Along the way, Victor had become somewhat numb to the strength of the elves. These extremely troublesome guys in the eyes of witch hunters could at most withstand one sword from Elvis, and then turned into broken corpses on the roadside.

There aren't many Chaos Wizards, most of them are traitors from the Empire who believe in Chaos and act as guides for the wizards.

Adhering to the principle that heretics and cowards are equally guilty, Victor judged everyone personally without emotion.

It was not until a guy wearing a chaotic octagonal black robe showed up that the speed of the two men's clearing was slowed down.

The wizard was tall, half a head taller than a normal Yankee in terms of physique, at least three and a half meters tall, with a tattered black robe wrapped around the Chaos Dwarf's fine steel plate armor underneath.

An evil staff symbolizing destruction emits black light, and anything irradiated by it will die instantly.

"Serpent God's Chosen, you already know the omen of the double-tailed comet. This is the beginning of destruction."

"So much nonsense." Elvis swung his obsidian sword. Saying one more word to the Chaos scum would be disloyalty to the God.

The wizard chattered incessantly and shook his head as if he had entered some kind of psychedelic dream, in which he saw the revelation bestowed by the gods.

"I saw the Messenger of Doom riding on the Horse of Destruction, trampling the mortal land, and the tide of darkness surged from behind him... He has seen through the faces of false gods and offered his loyalty to the dark gods. Only chaos is the truth."

"It's really... blasphemy." Elvis sighed. This was indeed the truth. Now the halo of the double-tailed comet was still hanging in the sky, making it impossible for anyone to predict the future.

The Prophet is doing his best to hunt down the rats in order to fulfill the prophecy of destruction. Ulthuan is in turmoil, and the Phoenix King has no time to pay attention to the double-tailed comet. All his attention is focused on the bloodline that is about to be born.

The dark portal in Lustria is beginning to loosen again, the beastmen in the far south are ready to move, and the world is beginning to become turbulent.

"Victor...kill him."

Victor drew out his sword with an extremely solemn look. He was born to fight for Sigmar's will.

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Ostermark, one of the most remote and poorest provinces in the empire, was once very helpless due to its proximity to Kislev.

The greenskins and undead from the mountains at the edge of the world like to raid human lands, and some roving thieves from the northern kingdoms also like to wander around the south.

It is difficult to serve here. The environment is harsh, supplies are scarce, and the Elector has little funds to provide additional subsidies to the provincial soldiers. Apart from the firm belief in Yurik, it is difficult for anyone to persist until death by willpower alone.

Markus Kruber, captain of the Ostermark Sword Corps, has only been in service for four years, but has become a well-known figure in the corps through his amazing talent, willpower, and huge drinking capacity.

And today, Marcus, who had just finished a battle with the greenskins and was numbing his nerves with cheap beer, heard some not-so-good news.

"Marcus, Chief Pepys wants you to see him."

Marcus was stunned, and felt that the malt liquor in his mouth no longer had any flavor.

Could it be that this miser was planning to catch some evidence and deduct half of the team's salary?

Damn!

He gulped the ale into his mouth, and his rough movement made the little beard he had just grown covered with alcohol. He suddenly stood up and walked towards the command post.

Sometimes, Marcus couldn't help thinking, why not run to Kislev in the north and join the Patriotic Army.

Although the salary of the Patriotic Army is not high, their rules and regulations are very strict, and they can provide the best subsidies to every soldier. It is the duty of the soldiers to fight in battle, and the commander's job is to ensure victory and let them have no worries.

Unlimited supply of ale, vodka, brandy during the celebration...

Thinking of this, Marcus couldn't help but licking his dry lips. He hadn't drunk the brandy from his hometown of Uberek for a long time.

Commander Pepys had a bloated face and his huge body leaning on a wooden chair made one wonder whether the leather armor would be burst by his belly.

Seeing Marcus coming, Pepys raised his thin eyebrows and said, "Kruber, do you have any connections in Rick County?"

"No, I'm just a farmer's son."

"Where's Kislev?"

"I don't speak Kislevite."

"What about the Church of Sigmar?"

"I believe in Tal, the king of the gods."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Pepys put a document on the table and said sarcastically: "Then how do you explain that Judith, the Caledonian ambassador in Kislev, specifically asked Ostermark to lead the provincial troops to find a man named Markus Kruber and hoped that he would come to Erengrad."

"What? Elf Ambassador, what does this have to do with me?" Marcus was not pretending to be stupid, he really didn't know.

He had only seen elves a few times in his life, and they were scholars doing geological research in Ostermark. He didn't even know their last names, so how could they be connected?

Pepys asked Marcus to come over and handed him the document. Then he narrowed his eyes and said flatteringly: "Kruber, I am usually nice to you, right?"

He took the document, but Marcus had a problem: he couldn't read.

Hearing the commander say this, he nodded immediately: "I think so, you take good care of me."

"That's good. Let me arrange a carriage for you to go to Erlengrad. You can say a few good words for me in front of Ambassador Judith and ask him to mention Pepys Eden of Ostermark when he communicates with the Empire next time..."

Marcus, who didn't want to listen any more, nodded immediately, "I understand, I understand, but is this document really for me?"

"If you're from Ubberek, worship Thar, are a hunter, and like brandy, this is for you."

Very weird...

Without giving it much thought, Marcus was forced to take the carriage arranged by his superiors. In fact, he had no choice. Ostermark had been receiving friendly assistance from Kislev for many years. After the Patriotic Army proposed a bill called the Five-Year Plan, the originally weak and cold country has now developed at a level that is no less than that of the Empire.

Erengrad, the port city at the end of the Claw Sea, has become the pearl of the north of mankind, a strange city that brings together races from all over the world.

The guard at the gate looked at Marcus suspiciously. The description on the document had Ambassador Caledo's signature and personal seal. Judging from the incident, it was not a state affair of Caledo, but only a private matter.

But who is Judith? He is like the emperor in Kislev, and every general of the Patriotic Army regards him as a mentor.

There are some rumors that the first step to whether Kislev Tsar can take the throne is to come to the embassy in Erengrad and explain to Judith that after the coronation, it will not have any impact on Caledor. (End of this chapter)