Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"No more wine, Salzepyre."

Victor, who was rummaging through the remaining contents of the wine barrel, looked at Marcus in disbelief. He remembered that the car was full of beer before they set off. How could the two of you drink it all in just half a month?
Marcus explained calmly: "A few centaurs sneaked to the baggage wagon and drank all the wine. You ordered us to fight away from the wagon. This is none of my business."

"That's right, tough guy. Although you are brave in battle, you may need to learn how to command and avoid making low-level mistakes." Bardin echoed the same, vividly describing the scene of the Centaur stealing wine.

This made Victor very suspicious that the wine was drunk up by these two drunkards, not by the Centaur that he had never seen from the beginning to the end.

Sienna, who was in charge of the food, also brought some bad news, "Saltzpyre, we are out of supplies. They were all eaten by the centaurs."

"Damn it, you three losers..." The words were on the tip of his tongue, but Victor forced himself to hold them back.

There is no need to think too much. This is because the three people who were in charge of the supplies did not manage them properly, which resulted in the supplies that could last for a month being exhausted in just half a month.

The drunkard drank up all the wine, and the fire mage practiced cooking, leaving most of the food to the air.

Can I go? The son of Sigmar doesn't want to starve to death while hunting.

Thinking of this, Victor sighed continuously. He tried his best to avoid the gathering places of Bretonnia and relied on Kerillian and Marcus's proficient hunting experience in the wild to complete the task assigned by Lona.

As for why the two hunters were not allowed to capture wild animals as supplies, it was definitely not because the witch hunters were afraid of Bretonnia's laws and believed that all prey in the wild belonged to the nobles, but because there were no traces of wild animals nearby.

The impending war caused many wild animals to disappear, leaving the land almost lifeless except for the remains that had been eaten to bones and the withered and yellowed wheat.

But, according to Bokachiri's hint, the location they were in was just the edge of the beastmen's influence, and was far less serious than Paraon.

"Let's find a place to restock our supplies. We'll be in Montforge for at least another month. Sigma, guide these guys and let them know the importance of saving."

"Thanks to Tal, Sigma... and Urik." Marcus, who escaped the disaster, imitated Victor's gesture and made a double-tailed comet salute in front of his chest. The soldier was not pious. He could have believed in Tal in the forest, silently recited Radnor's oracle in the casino, and prayed to Sigma to guide him to make the biggest bet.

"La la la la, let's quickly find a village to stay. Sister Sienna is almost catching a cold sleeping in the wild." Sienna shouted carelessly to the packhorse to move forward. Although the mage was not good at driving a carriage, seeing Victor's relaxed look, he should raise the reins high and then whip the horse's butt hard.

Maybe he used too much force, and with a little bit of Akshay's power, a clearly visible red mark appeared on the horse's butt.

The high-raised horse hooves, the rapidly rotating wheels, and the shaking cargo fully demonstrate that Sienna's driving skills are far inferior to her magical skills.

After a brief stumble, Victor quickly held down his round-brimmed hat for disguise and angrily shouted, "Are you going to kill us, wizard?"

"I can't hear you, I can't hear you, I'm going to speed up!" It was supposed to be a half-day journey, but under Sienna's intimidation, the pack horses arrived in just three hours, and this also successfully consumed more supplies.

Victor, who knew how to raise horses, fed the oats, rye and potatoes, which were already scarce, to the pack horses with great care. The price of being strong and healthy is being able to eat a lot, and the two pack horses consumed no less food than the five of them.

Fortunately, the village was found, but there were some strange things about it. For example, the gate was tightly closed, and there were no militiamen stationed on the watchtower. The smoke that should have risen into the sky at noon was also nowhere to be seen.

"There's something strange..." Victor pulled his hand back from the horse's mouth. He had seen too many human settlements that were attacked. They were placed outside the wall as a deterrent, with only a few young children alive in the dead silence, and the whole village murmuring prayers to the heretic evil god.

But he remembered that he had just scouted this village two days ago and concluded that it was an ordinary small Bretonnian settlement. A knight of the kingdom led more than ten servants to patrol the territory day and night, and there were no less than two hundred peasants who were ready to pick up spears, bows and arrows, and wear leather armor at any time.

Although the aftermath of chaos has made it difficult to collect food, with the war reserve food stockpiled in previous years and the relief food distributed by the Holy Grail Church, it should not be a problem to survive this year.

"I smell a rotten smell..." Marcus could hardly stand still, staring at the village a hundred meters away. His eyes were very complicated, with regret, sadness, and regret...

"Tell me what you think, Kruber. This is not the empire. We need to act more cautiously." As the captain, Victor did not mind listening to the opinions of his companions. Arrogance might be the norm for witch hunters, but arrogance was by no means stupid.

"Sir, I participated in the grain harvest in the southern province of Kislev two years ago. There were golden wheat that formed an ocean, colorful fruits and vegetables, endless beef cattle walking freely in the pasture, and sheep growing thick coats again."

Marcus was a little hungry, and thought of the fruits and vegetables that seemed to be dripping with water, so he swallowed his saliva: "But there are always some places that are not suitable for harvesting, of course, I am not referring to those saline-alkali lands, but the corruption of Nurgle wizards.

Thousands of kilograms of wheat turned into deadly poison, but from the outside they looked almost the same as normal crops. I saw with my own eyes that some people’s bodies rotted and turned into pus after eating it, while others could barely walk, and I don’t know if they were considered alive. ”

"You think the aftermath of the Beastmen brought Nurgle corruption... Valuable suggestion, Kruper." Victor did not reject Marcus's guess. Famine, plague, and infection were extremely common after the war. A rotten and smelly corpse thrown into the water source was enough to infect thousands of people with the disease.

And judging by the number of beastmen they had seen in recent days, any neglect of hygiene would quickly turn a settlement into a cemetery.

Sometimes, disease is far more terrible than war. A sword can take your life immediately, but the tumors, ulcers, vomiting, and stench that gradually appear in the body can easily lead to long-lasting despair. You desire to live in pain, but you are also approaching death little by little.

"Sienna, hold your staff. If the Bretonnians are infected with the plague..."

"This is not the Empire, Salzpyre," Sienna reminded him. Regardless of whether the Bretonnians were infected with the plague or not, if Victor acted according to the Imperial witch hunters' methods, it would give the Knights leverage over their northern neighbors.

"But justice does not distinguish between nations." (End of this chapter)