Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 575 Blade Lord
Oliveira opened the wooden box and found a large sword with barb serrations in the middle placed on red silk. Unique magic ripples flowed from the hilt to the tip, and the light shining on the sword refracted to his eyes. In his eyes, his vision became a little dazed.

There were only three things in the wooden box. Compared with the big sword and the scabbard, Oliveira was more concerned about the golden dragon wing badge on the top.

He looked up at Imric in disbelief, his tone full of doubt and uncertainty about himself.
"Prince, are you sure you want to give me this medal? This, this is..."

"Well, this is the best reward for your honor. Keep working hard. I have high expectations for you. By the way, come to my residence at four o'clock in the afternoon. You have a task."

He patted the shoulder of Oliveira, who was in doubt about his life, put the sword into his arms, and Imrik strode away with a hearty laugh.

Many years ago, I would have doubted whether Asul had an absolutely loyal soul, but there seemed to be some trace of the ancient past in him.

Watching Imrik leave, Oliveira reached out several times to touch the golden dragon wing badge, but was unable to do so several times.

This is an honor that a commoner can never obtain. Gold is the exclusive color of Caledor's royal family. Usually only the most outstanding Dragon Prince can receive this award, but now he is just a rural noble...

"Don't waste time. This is a reward from the prince. You have no right to refuse." Creon's cold voice brought Oliveira back to her senses. She took a deep breath and did not touch the badge immediately.

He took the wooden box with both hands, thanked the captain of the guard, and signaled to leave first.

He was going to discuss it with his old boss. Although he did not doubt whether the prince's kindness was ulterior motives, the reward was too sudden and hard to believe. It was no exaggeration to say that as long as the Dragon Wings badge did not disappear, his family's will receive special attention from the palace.

After gently knocking on the door and receiving the agreed instructions, Oliveira walked in and looked at Masnot, who was still flipping through the books.

But Masno still didn't raise his head and continued to read this book with the mysterious legend of Kislev.

The secret guardians are indeed very interesting. A group of old women who stay in the forest and associate with wild beasts will come to rescue the enemies who harm the motherland in times of crisis. They are the protectors of the oppressed. It is said that every place with shadows will has its existence.

In order to enhance the credibility, several scrawled simple figures were depicted on the book, with a huge figure with a bone-white deer head, and antlers like dry tree trunks winding toward the sky.

More like beastmen than guardians of civilization.

He felt very ridiculous, as expected, there would always be mysterious speculations about wizards in the land of ignorance.

If there really are guardians, why are there no traces of the Great Holy War and the Vampire War?

"What brings you, a busy man, to come to me here? You know, I don't have any power now. I'm just a mascot."

Regarding Masno's self-deprecation, Oliveira also smiled knowingly. To be honest, Caledo's champion warrior does have the meaning of a mascot. Most of the time, he wipes the dragon lord's butt.

Now that the prince has arrived, the decision-making power on many things is not controlled by Masnow.

"The prince just rewarded me."

"Isn't this a good thing? With the prince's habits, I will definitely give you a good weapon. I never thought that you could actually hold on for so long with that shabby thing. It's really hard for the rat to do it before he dies. A few pieces of flesh were cut off.”

Masno's casual perfunctory did not surprise Oliveira. Based on his understanding of the champion warriors, he is Caledo's less humorous person in non-war situations.

"But the prince gave me something else."

Oliveira placed the wooden box on the table, took out the golden dragon wings, and held them carefully in his hands, as if he was afraid of being crushed if he exerted force.

"Ok?"

Masnuo glanced up, rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then said, "Turn over the back and take a look. There are inscriptions on the back of this dragon-wing badge, which is the palace's appreciation of its achievements. We usually use this as a title."

Turning over the back, Oliveira couldn't understand the inscription on it, so he could only vaguely spell it out with his knowledge of language, "eternal, unchangeable, solidified..."

Masnow closed the book and prepared to think about the secret guardian next time.

The inscription should be written in court language or ancient elven language. It is also necessary to find a teacher to guide the soldiers in learning court language to avoid making a fool of themselves in some sacrificial occasions.Not wanting to see Oliveira guessing the meaning of the inscription again, Masno spread his hands and said,

"let me see."

Oliveira, who had his badge snatched away, looked aggrieved. Why was his old boss so rude? Aren't he afraid that this precious item, which was only half a finger thick, would be damaged?

Masnuo swore a few words, a golden dragon wing has become like this, how can he conquer the world with him in the future? Then he looked at the badge, and his eyes immediately shrank, looking very surprised.

"Why, does the meaning of this inscription mean something bad?" Oliveira questioned a little, then lowered her head and sighed, "Oh, it turns out I'm still a loser."

"No, that's great. Do you know what Mr. Randy's title is?"

Oliveira recalled the deeds of the last champion warrior and said with some confusion,
"The executioner butcher?"

"Yes, that was the title he got for killing a Hargansi Executioner Champion. My titles are Betrayer's Scourge and Avenger, which I got for killing Julian Baneblade, and you..." Mas Nuo was a little hesitant. He couldn't help but look at Oliveira and the badge in his hand. He seemed to be in doubt. He felt that the difference was too big.

"What is it, my old boss, please stop being so secretive."

"The Dauntless Blade."

"This, this..." Oliveira also fell into doubt. Is this a title given to a non-commissioned officer, not a hero who has been famous for a long time?

Masnuo also sighed with emotion. He didn't expect that the prince would value this guy so much. Such an inscription could be arranged. If other dragon princes knew about it, I'm afraid the dragon palace would send a long team to start fighting with Ollie the next day. Vera has more military exploits.

Fearlessness praises his character, and the sharp edge shows that he is unstoppable. With both meanings, it is an honor that is extremely difficult to obtain.

"I'm a little envious of your title, but you have to remember one thing."

Oliveira regained her composure, "Say."

"Although the prince gave you the badge, as a civilian born into a military aristocracy, you do not have a matching flag. The reputation has been given to you, but you need to fight for the matching power. This is a big expectation, and at the same time it is Huge pressure, you know what I mean? How to get an identity worthy of this title is what you have to do next."

"Lord of Blades..."

Masnow snapped his fingers, "Yes, Blade Lord, Caledor did not have this title before, but I seem to see some possibility in you. The prince has given you a unique promotion channel without having to fight with the dragon. Princes compete to build an army without subordinate dragons.”

"This is really an exorbitant expectation." Oliveira was a little bitter. There were only a few Blade Lords in Ulthuan, and all of them were people with excellent martial arts and command. Legend has it that they just blew a whistle, and the enemy was already dead. landing.

He couldn't even imagine this kind of strength, not to mention that he could only be a captain of a thousand men at most, and he had no experience in commanding large-scale battles at all.

As if he could guess what his subordinates were thinking, Masnot could hardly comfort him.

"Don't worry too much. The strength of those blade lords is actually not bad. When the whistle blows, the heads fall to the ground, and the swords clang at the sight. They are all processed by low-level poets. You can kill them." The ability of the Blade Lord is actually not inferior. There is no need to consider other aspects, but command experience requires actual combat training. There is currently no suitable place for you to practice in the country, you know."

Masnow's expression was a little subtle. He really didn't expect the prince to have such high expectations for the great swordsman. When Patunuin's Claw was originally established, it was positioned to do dirty work, but it turned out to be a good character.

Oliveira immediately understood that the only place where there was a possibility of fighting now was Anaheim. If he wanted to gain a reputation that matched that of the Fearless Blade, he seemed to have no choice but to go there.

His expression also began to become subtle. He felt that this was a collusion between the prince and the champion warrior to drive him to Nagaroth. Now he had more reason to follow his old boss.

"Understood, when the Giant Horned Viper doesn't need me, I will go to Nagaroth immediately."

"Well, very good, this is the Oliveira in my impression." Masino was quite satisfied. If he had a Blade Lord under his command, it would alleviate a lot of pressure.

He rolled his eyes and focused on the wooden box, "Show me the sword. If it's a piece of junk to fool you, I'll change it for you right away. Don't be around during the next truce. Stay here, giant horned viper, I will give you a private lesson."

(End of this chapter)