Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Chapter 211 Creating Food Art

The fog surrounding Ulthuan gradually cleared away, and the fleet entered the vast ocean.

This voyage will last for a long time. According to the captain Kurvist from Cosque, it will take at least a month to reach Olengrad, and some supplies will be purchased in Marienburg on the way.

Although Imrik felt that this time was a bit long, and that Plaque might have fallen by the time he arrived in Marienburg, but there was no way, if only one or two people could still make the Asur embassy in Marienburg use the teleportation spell The rapid transfer across the sea, but the army of nearly [-] people can only slowly drift on the sea.

I only hope that those Madam Kislev who have been fighting against Chaos for so long can persist until the arrival of reinforcements, otherwise there will be a battle to defend Kislev. I don’t want to fill the army into a bottomless pit of street fighting. The quantity and quality of the army is unreasonable, eating dirt can make it look like a black orc.

In the canteen of the dragon boat, Imrik frowned and looked at the plate of food in front of him. A piece of smoked fish with bread, some mutton, a small amount of cheese, and a special wine for him. It's not that he thought the taste was bad, the dragon He can even rely on eating soil to satisfy his hunger. He also has this ability. The key lies in whether he can be full?

Turning his head to look at the few people next to him, he found that they were similar to himself. There were similar things on the iron dinner plate. Only Damian was gnawing on beef with a rice bowl, which he snatched directly from the window. No one dared to touch this warrior who defeated Scarbrand, and asked,

"Our food reserves should be more than this, right? There is no need to be so restrained, and why are there no vegetables? I remember that when people purchased supplies, they specifically asked for a large amount of fresh fruits and vegetables."

Sitting on this table are all senior officers of Caledor. This is the canteen that provides dining places for the dragon princes, and seeing the prince has not done anything yet, except for Damian who is gnawing fiercely, everyone else just puts their hands on the table wait.

There was a bit of anger in the prince's words, he couldn't even eat enough to eat during the war, so what's the point of fighting, just go back to the Longji Mountains to grow sweet potatoes.

The people around were a little scared, for fear of offending the prince and throwing stones in the Longji Mountains, but Davian, who was kicked by Agsel, took up the topic.

He said flatteringly, "Your Highness, because we are carrying a large amount of military supplies this time, the compartments for storing food are somewhat scarce, and the several giant dragons of His Highness Minasnier also have to consume food, so the daily supply It's not too much."

"The reason for the scarcity of fruits and vegetables is that a large number of farms in Avalon and Saffrey were burned down by Drucci, which led to a decline in production this season. Even though we urgently purchased a batch for military operations, it was still not sufficient. , and war horses need a lot of fruits and vegetables to adapt to life at sea, so they are only supplied every two days.”

After finishing these two sentences, he hastened to explain again,
"But we still have some emergency measures. In the past two years, in order to deal with the shortage of food at sea, the White Tower of Hess has specially developed a spell called food creation, which can use the wind of magic to make bread, ensuring that everyone will not Hungry."

As he spoke, a blue light appeared in his hand, and a piece of bread that was still emitting heat appeared in his hand. It was large and oblate. If it was in a wartime state, it would be enough for a soldier's daily ration.

Seeing this situation, Agthel was a little curious. After all, this was the first time he had heard of this thing, so he snatched the magic-made bread from Davian's hand, and took a bite with anticipation.

He had just chewed two mouthfuls, his face turned green instantly, disregarding that the prince was in front of him, he spit it out in one gulp, then drank the wine in front of him in one gulp, looking at Davian with killing intent on his face,
"You call this bread? Eating it is like shit. The tongue of the Master of the Pagoda of Hoss has been burned, so you can't eat it?"

Davian wrapped his hands around his head, "After all, it's the first generation product. It hasn't had time to improve. The taste is almost okay. We've already considered adding spices during the casting process."

Looking at the two uncles and nephews in front of him speechlessly, Imrik covered his forehead. It was completely impossible to expect these people to be as reliable in life as in war.

Dawei'an's explanation also calmed down a little. If the people under him are not good at handling things, they have to clean up. But the objective reality of not enough cabins and few fruits and vegetables is there, and there is no way to change this matter. The head asked Masnow,

"Is there enough stuff in the big backpack?"

In response to the extremely difficult supply of Kislev's supplies, he had already ordered two court mages to send the large backpack to Lothern. This was to ensure that even if the logistics line was cut off, they could still provide emergency supplies for a few days.

"Enough, these materials are stored under my personal supervision, and they are not included in the standing supplies." Masnod nodded, and he carried the big backpack with him. This thing may be a lifeline in the future, after all, it is in an unknown place. In order to fight against the country in the environment, one must plan for the worst.

"Let the giant dragons of Minasnil go to the sea to find food by themselves, and let them come to me if they have any opinions." Imrik started to move his mouth after finishing the last sentence. Since there is no way to change the diet of the war horse, Then you can only cut on the giant dragon. These giant dragons are lazy, especially Minasnier. After being raised for two years, he didn’t even want to hunt by himself. I had to scold Nizi angrily when I saw it.

Two hours after dinner, on the deck of the dragon boat.

"What! Let me go to the sea to find food myself?" Minasnier lay lazily on the deck, feeling that it was time for meal, so he habitually opened his mouth. The cooked meat was put into the mouth, but after waiting for a long time, there was no familiar feeling, so I asked the passing Dragon Prince, and got a startling answer.

"Yes, Your Highness Minasnil, the Prince has just ordered you to take the dragon into the sea to find food." Dragon Prince Judith nodded, repeated Imrik's order, and explained that if If you have an opinion, go to the prince, they just convey the order.

"That brat is completely reversed. Even that brat of the King of Conquerors has to give me delicious food and drink." At this time, Yao Xinglong began to rely on the old to sell the old, and after being raised for two years, he became lazy and didn't want to move at all.

"I'm sorry Your Highness, this matter is the order of the prince." Judith bowed his head to Minasnier and then turned away. He couldn't wait to follow Agthel and Davian to clean up Masno, after all He also bought Attila to win, no matter what, he had to improve the memory of this champion warrior.

Lao Mi lying on the deck felt that life had lost its brilliance. If being a giant dragon can’t lie flat, then what’s the point of living? It’s better to go back to the Longji Mountains and sleep. A familiar smell.

Turning his head, he found several dragon princes and Vaal priests surrounding a giant dragon, holding a long sword in their hands and cutting a sea snake more than ten meters long, and the familiar smell came from the grill on the campfire. of.

Because the prince did not control the voyage, most dragon princes regarded life at sea as a group tour, asking the accompanying Vaal priest to set up a barbecue grill, then steal some spices from the cafeteria, and trick the dragon to catch a sea snake When he came back, he didn't care about the rules set by the Cosque people, so he raised the fire on the deck and planned to have another meal.

The aroma of the dragon lure was transmitted from the grill to Lao Mi's nose, making him swallow a mouthful of saliva. Although he really wanted to snatch the grilled sea snake, but as the legendary Yaoxinglong, he still had to show some face.

"Forget it, don't worry about that stinky boy. Who told me that I am an old dragon who only takes care of young people? It's all because I believed in the evil of that old guy Caledon back then. Otherwise, he should be allowed to ride a horse for the rest of his life."

Lao Mi sighed in his heart, spread his wings and planned to take off, and was going to go into the sea to catch a sea snake to satisfy his hunger. If these Caledon boys didn't cook something delicious, he would fly back to the Longji Mountains to sleep on the spot, and no one could stop him accommodation, unless they promise to include board and lodging.

(End of this chapter)