Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Wait, you mean to ask us to take this declaration of war to Cologne and announce your prince's invasion plan in front of Lawn Leo Cornwall? And you have no plan for follow-up afterwards?!"

Marcus was confused by the elf's request for a moment. I was just a soldier who accidentally drifted to Bretonnia due to a shipwreck. I definitely didn't intend to continue to have any connection with the Holy Grail Church.

“You are His Majesty’s groom… Although I don’t quite understand why a human who can’t understand dragon language would receive such an honor, since you were able to survive the shipwreck caused by the fairy in the lake, you must have received His Majesty’s blessing.

Listen, Victor, Marcus, Bardin, Sienna, and Kerillian, take this letter of challenge to the most prosperous area of ​​​​Gorroni and publicly announce the intentions of the Dragon Court... Caledor will show respect to you. "

"Which Caledor?" Victor asked back. He didn't see whether it was a good decision to sneak into Gollonni secretly while the elven delegation was attracting fire.

The last encounter with the Holy Grail guards alone was enough to give the five little warriors a hard time. Now they have entered the capital of Bretonnia where the Holy Grail Knights gather. This is no different from suicide.

"No Caledor, you just need to understand that this matter is very important to me, and you can't refuse it." Rex stuffed the rope bag to Victor. The one-eyed man carried the aura of the ancient saints. Now the only ancient saint left is Sotek. From this point of view, perhaps when encountering a crisis, the bloody giant snake will lend a helping hand.

"This is a difficult problem. We can't sneak into Cologne. Do you think anyone among us looks like a Bretonnian?" Victor held up the rope bag. Without thinking too much, he knew that the declaration inside must be written by Caledor himself.

If this was for the empire, Victor would not hesitate even if it meant death.

But this... the envoy sent by the elves would be in danger? This is not common sense.

There are many things that are not in line with common sense, including Mishan's appropriate pointing out of a secret path leading to Cologne.

The target of the delegation was too conspicuous, and as a person on an official trip, Rex would never take off the special robe that symbolized the monarch's trust. Walking on the land of Bretonnia was like a living target waiting for the enemy to snipe.

"Remember, Victor Salzpyre, you may be the hero of the ages... or you may be a fool."

Patting Victor's shoulder heavily, Mishan led a group of Dragon Spear Guards towards a more obvious path. They would attract the attention of the Bretonnians so that the five little warriors could successfully sneak into Cologne and declare the mysterious declaration of war inside.

Victor also paused as if his ears were filled with thunder, and for a moment he did not respond to Mishan's words.

What had he just heard? Sigmar was warning him to announce the elf prince's decree in the bag.

This... The witch hunter looked at the double-tailed comet pendant on his gauntlet and chest and fell into deep thought. It seemed that there was a reason he had to go.

Maybe he would die, but if this was Sigmar's will, everything would be worth it. The five warriors had no idea how many obstacles they encountered at Mishan. With the witch hunter's superb camouflage technology and Marcus's talent for learning languages, the soldier could speak Bretonnian with a strong sonorous feeling without any barriers.

To communicate with the old farmers, you only need to give them a few simple reminders, take out the relics of the adventure knights picked up on the roadside, pretend to praise the lady's greatness, and use a slightly more serious tone, and naturally the old farmers who have never left the ten-kilometer area of ​​their homes in their lives will bow down to you and willingly provide supplies.

With the help of an enthusiastic old farmer, they successfully arrived at an area that was somewhat familiar, but also extremely unfamiliar...

Gazing at the ships on the sea in the distance, the fluttering trident flag of Mannarn made Marcus scratch his head in confusion: "We should be in Bretonnia, how come we see the flag of Mannarn? This is not the Empire."

"Maybe it's Bordeleau. I've seen many Bretonnian knights praise the Lady of the Lake verbally but call her a bitch behind her back. Compared to the Holy Grail Church that asks you to donate gold and food every day, Mannan will really bring a lot of wealth." Bardin likes to look at things from the pragmatic perspective of the dwarves. It would be very difficult to make the dwarves voluntarily donate gold coins, except for marrying a wife.

They are willing to kill the enemy with the worn-out battle axes passed down from their ancestors, and rarely spend a high price to have a rune blacksmith customize a suitable weapon.

After all, an axe can be used to chop wood, and it is just as effective in chopping greenskins and ratmen. Tools and weapons are often the same thing in the eyes of dwarves, which also makes their way of belief very different from that of other races.

"Gorrickson, you haven't been fooled by Bretonnia's low-quality beer, have you? Bordello is south of Lyonesse. We have been heading east. How is it possible that we can reach the transition to Mannarn?" Kerillian also felt a little strange. She was an extremely experienced scout and could travel freely even through the extremely complex fifty territories of Athel Loren.

With just a map and where she needs to go, Kerillian can get anywhere.

But this is not the grassland-covered Cologne. The dense and continuous swamps and muddy land, and the occasional arrow and bullet holes in the rocks on the roadside indicate that there must have been a war here, and it was definitely not a war between Bretonnia and the greenskins.

"This is the border between Cologne and Marienburg... The Bretonnian army led by Marshal Roland has been confronting and fighting with Westland for many years. We have missed Cologne." Victor, who knew the situation in the empire far better than anyone else, quickly determined the location of the swamp.

Without much thought, they might have been led to a wrong road... But it was incredible that they deviated so much from the planned road. With two experienced hunters leading the way, they could at least see the city wall of Cologne, right?

"Fergnathus, tell me what you think." The witch hunter chose to ask the wizard for help. If it was the influence of the wind of magic, faith and persistence alone could not carry out Sigmar's will.

"Our experiences along the way seem very strange... We encountered a storm on the originally calm sea, and happened to meet the envoy of Caledo and obtained the declaration of war from him... Victor, perhaps we should check the condition of the rope bag."

Sienna was very suspicious and thought that the bag was the biggest culprit. Perhaps the elf delegation they encountered by chance was just a disguise to lure them to this swamp.

Victor was slightly tempted, but Kerillian took the lead. The elven woman put her hand on the hilt of the sword in her armor belt: "This is not a proper move, short-lived ghost. You don't want to anger that Caledor, do you? I still want to return to Athel Loren alive." (End of this chapter)