Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 418 Unknown Plaque
Raskol left the Dragon Prince's residence with joy and a trace of inexplicable fear rising from the bottom of his heart.

The sergeant did not believe that a leader of the kingdom with little contact would specially interview him. The so-called high-level education was probably just an excuse. Career Academy.

But what does it matter? Even if the Dragon Prince has other purposes, all of this is what he needs. If he dare not take any risks, he can only become a waste of praying to the gods to change his destiny.

But Raskol is not such a person. After all, he prefers to prove everything with actions rather than prayers.

After Sergeant Kislev stepped back, Imrik continued to stay where he was with his chest folded, thinking about what to do next.

If Lustria's actions are still smooth, then there are two places to deal with.

The first is to go north to meet the Shadow King and the Warden, and use the prestige gained in the battle of the Fennuval Plains and the support of Alarielle to gather an unprecedented expeditionary force in Ulthuan to carry out an expedition against Naggaroth.

Eliminate the racial threat once and for all.

The second is to go to the old world. Thorgreen has made an oath before to clear all the records in the book of great hatred. As the supreme king, he has assumed the name of the grudger.

And the most striking chapter in the book of great hatred is Karak Eight Peaks.

But Mustache hasn't sent him a message yet, it is estimated that the Anglund clan is still planning to recover alone.

As for what choice to make, Imrik does not plan to make a decision at the first time. It depends on the development of the next thing and whether the war with the ratmen can be successfully ended.

Before that, just wait for the start of the decisive battle.

Prince Long tapped his arm for a moment, intending to go out to practice his hands. He hasn't fought a real battle in the past few years, and self-cultivation may have become the norm.

So he went out of the room and ordered Creon, who was still on guard,
"Calling the Flame Knights, I need a warm-up before the battle."

Creon was a little stunned, but immediately became excited. This was the first official battle between the Prince and the Flame Knight. Everyone must know that the huge resources invested by the court were not in vain!

"Yes."

The flameborn knight walked down the stairs with a lapis lazuli long-handled hammer, intending to let his comrades fight with the dragon lord.

Imrik, on the other hand, went straight out of the house and found Mortelius.

Gently patting this elf horse that has been with him for many years, he said with emotion,
"You can't wait, it's been too long since the two of us have fought together on the battlefield."

In response, Mortellius nudged Imrik's head with his pure white head, and then stuck out his tongue and licked his master's cheek.

"Prince, do you want to put on horse armor for Mortellius?"

A servant came from the side. As the prince's mount, although Mortarius did not enjoy the extraordinary status like Minasnil, he still needed a special groom to serve him.

This is quite an honorable matter, otherwise Chief Maurice would not have kept making offerings to Minasnier.

"Well, put it on."

After Morterius put on the white dragon-shaped horse armor, all the flame-born knights on horses gathered here. Although they were positioned as heavy infantry assault troops, as a member of the Dragon Prince, they would not It is half a point inferior in riding skills.

In order to match the thick armor of the flame knights, these war horses are all the strongest in the group, even if they just rely on body collisions, they can break many ratmen's bones.

After riding on Mortelius, Imrik took over the star lance, looked at the sixty flame-born knights in front of him who looked like heavy tanks, and nodded secretly.

The weapons and armor of all members are exquisite fighters, which is unimaginable even with Caledon's background before, but it is still made now.

Give yourself some more time, and expand the number of Flame Knights to 300, which is the Platinum Flame Temple, and you dare to take it with you.

Imrik didn't care why the Platinum Flame Temple was used as an example, or it could be said that this had become a potential enemy, and he had to be prepared.

Raising the star lance, issued the first war order against the flame knights,
"I have a task for you to complete together."

The flame knight remained motionless, his eyes under the helmet were full of longing, just a word from the prince, even the stronghold of the rats would dare to break in.

"Find the gathering point of the rat people, and kill them all."

"set off!"

Imrik flicked the reins, and Mortellius immediately ran, followed by the flame-born knight running wildly.

A golden torrent emerged from the city and ran straight towards the jungle.

While passing by along the way, Masnow, who was communicating with Davian, was quite curious to see the prince leading these elite soldiers, as if there was no such link in the wartime arrangement, so why did he take these people out.

Moreover, as a prince, it is impossible to investigate in person, so he asked Davian,

"Why is the prince running out with people in the middle of the night? It seems that he is quite angry. There will never be another queen staying in the jungle, waiting to be rescued."

Davian was not surprised, stopped to observe the movement of the ancient sage slate in his hand, looked up at the team that had already run out, and said by the way, "What else can happen, the prince hasn't fought with anyone in recent years, It must be itching to kill some rats, don't think too much, unless the plague lord brings a group of disaster lords to sneak attack, otherwise it is impossible to encounter danger."

Masnow nodded in agreement. Most of the rats in the vicinity ran away. At most, they encountered some scouts and deserters. Even if they really encountered the Plague Lord, there were more than [-] dragons in the city. If support can arrive at the scene, they can be killed on the spot, which saves a lot of trouble.

Instead, he continued, "Well, do you see anything?"

Davian, who was looking at the plaques, frowned. He had learned some Lizardman language from the Skink Priest in the past few years, especially the part about the ancient holy text. It can be said that most of the plaques could be understood quickly, but This plaque is indeed somewhat obscure.

"The spirits in the jungle will appear under the instructions of the Old Sage..." Davian began to translate the above paragraph, but he didn't understand the meaning of this paragraph more than the actual meaning, so he could only summarize it, "Positive It seems to be talking about an ancient lizardman who will appear when the jungle needs it. It seems to be called Nakai? If translated in Elf language, the name of this lizardman is only one syllable different from Nakali, the great demon of Slaanesh. .”

"What about the back?" Masnow continued to ask. This plaque was taken back from a plague priest before, and it seemed quite precious.

The champion warrior intends to figure out what this thing means first, and then return it to the lizardman as data for related research.

(End of this chapter)