Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Kruber recalled the major events that had happened in the past three days. First of all, the quiet village was not corrupted by Nurgle. It was just a group of knights who were defending the village and following the lady's orders to deal with the infected grain.

As for why there was not a single civilian figure, judging from Victor’s angry expression at the time, perhaps everyone had gone to the Kingdom of the Lady to enjoy themselves.

Although the witch hunters thought they were betrayed, they had no direct contact with any intermediary except Lona from the Red Moon Tavern. The fact that they were able to seize the weaknesses of two drunkards and a cook and accurately determine that the team had run out of supplies and set up an ambush showed that someone had been monitoring them all the way.

But Marcus didn't care too much. At least they were not dead yet, and old Kruber even had a lot of face in the Holy Grail Church. He was personally received by the prophetess and had winks from the young and beautiful Holy Grail girls.

Compared to the young and handsome Maozi from the north who grew up to be big and strong, the intellectual girl from the southern neighbor was undoubtedly more suitable. In addition, she had a religious background, which made Marcus extremely satisfied. Even the velvet mattress under him felt three times more comfortable.

A young girl came to Marcus's place with a prophetess' will, placed Bretonnian truffles and wine on the wooden cabinet, sat on the edge of the bed and asked softly: "Sir Kruber, the lady understands your family's difficulties. As long as you are willing to return to Bretonnia, the Holy Grail Oath will open its doors to you, and then you will be able to see the back of the lady that countless knights desire."

Viscount, this is the gift that the Holy Grail Church gave to Marcus. He only needs to nod slightly, give up Tal, Radnor... Sigma and Ulric who occasionally mutter a few words, and kneel on one knee in front of the Holy Grail, and he can be transformed from a soldier to a noble.

"Uh, uh, what? What do you mean by going back to Bretonnia? I don't understand." Marcus' eyes turned white. He held the girl's slender hand and did not forget to use the fine wine on the wooden cabinet to create an atmosphere.

Based on his several years of experience as a follower... and bodyguard, and his personal instruction, the ambassador would always arrange bribes in this way: if the enemy gives you a sugar-coated bullet, then swallow the clean stuff first, and as for the conditions, drag them all out; as long as you don't agree, the enemy can't do anything to you.

Although Marcus had only received few years of education and could only calculate addition and subtraction within ten three years ago, it did not mean that he was stupid. The team fell into a trap and was captured by the Bretonnians.

As for why there were no secret executions and no action to connect with the Empire and Athel Loren, he believed that the Bretonnians wanted to hire a team from the Red Moon Tavern. As for the reason, let Salzepyre guess.

Old Kruber must obey Tal's oracle and understand the unfettered life of man in his natural state!
With a cry of despair, the big-headed soldier, who had no money to go to the alleys due to lack of funds, fired the first shot in the church of his southern neighbor.

“This is the lady’s church, we go out and do….”

"I saw her head tilted with laughter. She must like it."

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Victor didn't know whether the lady liked to watch the people and nature of Tal. He paced back and forth in the dungeon and arrived at the witch hunter, still wondering what went wrong.

First of all, the main culprits are those three pieces of trash who wasted supplies. If they had followed the route arranged by Lona, they would not have fallen into Bretonnia's trap.

Secondly, Kruber had a tendency to apostatize. Victor could tolerate his belief in many gods in the empire, but not the southern goddess of Bretonnia! He actually accepted the sugar-coated bullets of the lying prophetess and knelt down in front of the golden cup inlaid with gems!
Finally, there was an intelligence leak. They changed the route temporarily, so there was no possibility of prior information leak. The only place they could investigate was the people or... elves they had contacted along the way.

The witch hunter looked at the ranger who was sitting silently in the corner of the dungeon. Along the way, he met two elves, one was the Asrai woman in front of him, and the other was the Asur Dragon Prince.

For the Imperials, even if they thought about it from the perspective of the orcs' heads that Sigmar had crushed, it was more likely that the Asrai women were spies!
Victor pretended to ask as a test.

"You're not panicking at all, Elf." "To me, being bound by the Imperials is no different than being imprisoned by the Bretonnians, and Kruber's situation seems quite interesting...

Instead of considering me as a spy, think about how to save your compatriots. You should know that after drinking the water of the Holy Grail, no matter how you explain yourself when you return to the Empire, no fool will think that he is an Imperial. "

Kerillian's laughter was somewhat devilish, as if she couldn't wait to see the argument between Victor and Marcus. This was one of the few pleasures that the elves could find among humans. What could be more interesting than the ambiguous relationship between a cold man and a soldier?

Victor would not consider the elves' unique areas of interest... He always cared about one thing, that is, Marcus's thoughts. If this guy wanted to apostatize, the witch hunters would be the first to judge him.

Three days have passed, and it is time for them to drink the water for washing their feet, and it is time for them to continue on their journey...

"Gorrickson, escape tool."

The dwarf took out a small piece of wire from his butt crack. For a craftsman, only small objects are needed to accomplish many feats.

"Just waiting for your words, tough guy."

"Fergnathus." The witch hunter also had high hopes for the wizard. Sienna, who came from an academic background, would definitely have a way to break the magic seal of the cage.

The wizard grinned enthusiastically, as if looking forward to the next performance: "There is a price to pay for craving the power of fire. Are you ready for a big fight, dear?"

"Our equipment is in the sixth door on the left. You guys attract attention." Maybe she was preparing to have some fun. Kerillian didn't mind helping these three short-lived ghosts. Although this was the Holy Grail Church, it should be no problem...

"Then let's do it..."

Bardeen and Sienna stood at the iron door of the cage at the same time. Perhaps the prophetess was very confident in her magic and thought that the four prisoners who were easily captured had no ability to resist, so she placed them all together.

As the iron wire and a beam of Akshay Fire merged into the iron cage at the same time, the flames melted the iron door and turned into a high-temperature liquid of molten iron, spreading to the entire prison at an extremely fast speed, and a fire began to emerge...

The jailers stationed here are not knights. Their wild waving of weapons only makes the witch hunters laugh. Even if they are unarmed, the faith of the Son of Sigmar is countless times stronger than that of the fools in the south!
"In the name of Sigmar, I will judge you for your crimes against the Sons of the Empire!"

Victor skillfully dodged the jailer's sword, stretched out his arm, and used grappling techniques to grab the opponent's arm and elbow, then slammed his forehead against his temple, and used force with his palm to grab a good sword.

The witch hunter's mercy is limited to those who need mercy, and as for those who need mercy, only Sigmar can judge.

The long sword pierced into the jailer's eye socket, and the black hole bubbled with blood and life, bringing death. (End of this chapter)