Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"I feel something is not right... Lord Yoneyama."

Due to the long-standing complex relationship between the two countries, Caledor has not established an embassy in Bretonnia. He only has an unofficial liaison base in Bordello, where the belief in the Lady of the Lake is the most ambiguous.

Both sides are well aware of the reason for this trip, and informing each other before the formal war is a formal communication between the countries. As long as the purpose of the declaration of war is achieved, the war will most likely end.

But what would happen if the envoy was killed and the letter of war could not be delivered to Colognelaun Leocornwall...

"What is the content of the declaration of war?" Mishan pointed his halberd vaguely at the knights walking on both sides of the road. Unless someone did not want to make the content of the declaration of war public, it would be difficult to explain the sudden fog.

"His Highness did not tell me, and told me that I must announce the contents of the declaration of war at the most important moment."

"Then you must be ready..."

As soon as Miyama finished speaking, an indistinct sword blade emerged from under his feet, exuding an elusive misty aura of a lady, and took the life of the imperial guard without a trace.

The accompanying Dragon Spear Guards reacted quickly. As the elite of the Prince's Guard, they had already fought countless bloody battles to prove that Caledor was not only the most powerful cavalry in the world, but was also no less capable on the ground.

The magic halberd that passes horizontally and vertically can easily break the sword of fog. The guards who always stand on the front line are wearing magic-averse armor, and the weapons in their hands are all enchanted weapons that can cause special effects on demons.

This also means that the power of the Holy Grail Lady, which does not belong to the mortal world, can also be dispelled by the Demon-Breaking Blade.

Thirty guards pointed their halberds at the vortex of spiraling weapons on the ground. This was a land of devout faith in the Lady, and everything would be taken over by her. They could not escape successfully with just a few weapons that had some restraining effect on demons.

Under Mishan's playful gaze, the knights who were originally guards and monitors gradually left, as if they knew that the lady did not welcome these elves who came from afar.

"Rex, be ready to declare war at any time. We are being targeted."

The Dragon Prince, dressed as an envoy, tightly grasped the prince's letter placed in the dragon-patterned rope. He did not expect that the first difficulty he would encounter would not be the dukes and nobles who wanted to fish in troubled waters, but the most important gods in the land of Bretonnia.

"Do you need my help?"

"Watch carefully. In addition to the giant dragons soaring proudly in the sky, the warriors of your kingdom are no less capable."

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"Stop complaining, this is a good ship, Master Dwarf... If I can make it back to Altdorf alive, I will definitely rip that guy's beard off."

Bardin kept complaining, and his beard full of sea water blew a breath of salt wind, which made the dwarves who had never been to the ocean very unhappy. Except for the dwarves of Haimenguan who knew something about the ocean, any son of the mountains should stay in the mountains instead of running around the world like Pointy Ears.

"What a pity that you short-lived ghosts are not dead yet, which made me happy for nothing." Kerillian is in good condition and can maintain her elf elegance even after encountering a shipwreck.

Although the mask stuck to her cheeks made her look a little bit ugly, it was at least better than the other drowned people.

"Where's the captain? We don't even know where we are. Sigma, this is ridiculous. We just left the mouth of the Reik River and we're caught in a storm."

Victor complained just as much as anyone else, and kept saying that he must be in the area near Bretonnia, under the influence of the Wicked Lady of the South.

From a certain perspective, the witch hunters were right. After all, the place where the shipwreck landed was in Le Angulon. Even from a long distance, they could still vaguely see the lighthouse towering on the cliff. The elven lighthouse could guide ships within a thousand miles. It once symbolized the witch king's efficient governance of the barbaric land. After thousands of years, it still exuded the glory of civilization.

"Is that the lighthouse of Le Angulan?" Sienna obviously knew more than her four companions. There were only two lighthouses in the Old World that could pierce the fog and provide guidance, one in Bretonnia and the other in Tyrell.

And without exception, this all comes from the elves.

"Isn't it just a lighthouse? I see there are several in Kislev, not smaller than this one." The carefree Marcus doesn't care much about the current situation. There will always be various accidents, but old Kruber can always get through them smoothly. Part of it is luck, but he firmly believes that it is strength.

"But this lighthouse was built by elves..."

"The elves again! When can I get rid of these troublesome creatures?" Victor complained verbally and glanced at Kerillian. He believed that the storm caused the sturdy boat to collapse because the elves secretly did some tricks with the captain.

"One-Eye, watch your words. No elf wants to hang out with short-lived ghosts. The stench of your ignorance always makes me feel sick."

Kerillian always maintained a non-sociable attitude. She still didn't trust these four short-lived ghosts. For an elf... three humans and a dwarf were really hard to be partners.

"Wait, I think I saw a group of elves... Kerillian, whose flag is the Fire Dragon Mountain Range?"

"Fire Dragon Mountain Range? There is only one possibility..." Kerillian's face changed and immediately turned into pig liver. Although the Phoenix King retained the dragon emblem, that was his personal wish. Imrik never brought the kingdom's Fire Dragon Mountain Range flag when he traveled.

"Prince Caledor."

"I knew... this trip wouldn't be smooth."

As the five little warriors were ready to go, the elf holding the flag of the Fire Dragon Mountain Range soon arrived at the coast, where Rex, covered in blood, had pointed his sword at the guy of unknown origin.

Mi Shan raised his hand to stop them, "Don't do anything unnecessary, they are just passengers who encountered a shipwreck."

"But they know our whereabouts, and there is no guarantee that they will not leak our intelligence to Bretonnia."

"Seriously? Even if they're innocent."

"No one is innocent, and the war is about to begin."

The sword and the halberd vaguely pointed at the Five Little Warriors. The two people who did not accompany His Majesty on the trip to the Old World did not know the identities of the Five Little Warriors. In their eyes, they were just five people who had unfortunately encountered a shipwreck and were unlucky enough to meet a special envoy who had to keep his whereabouts secret.

"This is not like the elves' usual style." Victor raised his eyebrows. He thought he would have to negotiate, but the other party just wanted to silence him.

"But this is in line with Caledor's style. The Phoenix King was not an elf with good intentions in the past. Kruber, prove it to them with your stableman."

The situation was tense, but they stopped immediately after a piece of silver appeared. Mishan, the royal guard, took the token handed over by Marcus and confirmed again and again that it was a fragment of Mortelius' horse armor.

"Then let's go together, your Majesty's groom." (End of this chapter)