Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 578 Believers are like workers

"Elf, don't think that having my Lord's oracle can make you speak unscrupulously. The church has profound thoughts in everything it does. This is the old world, not Ulthuan!"

In his mind, the arrogant and ferocious White Wolf Knight appeared again. After Imric mentioned Ulric, he really couldn't bear the condescending attitude of the elves. Even the Dwarf High King would hug him when he mentioned Ulric. Have respect.

But in Prince Long's mouth, he seemed to be just a talkative, unimportant little guy.

Imric pushed the chair away, walked to Kristoff, slowly raised his arm on his waist, and stretched it towards the White Wolf Knight's neck.

Kristoff, who was defensive, wanted to push away, but his body was suppressed by a strong aura, making it difficult for him to move no matter how hard he pushed.

Knowing that he was completely shocked, he thought of Yurik's name in his heart, hoping that through the power of the White Wolf God, the elf would understand that not everyone wants to kneel on the ground and lick the noble heels.

But Yurik did not answer this prayer, and the divine power that was once full in his body was difficult to mobilize and turned into a pool of stagnant water.

With his height advantage, Imrik could easily lift the White Wolf Master's feet off the ground and let those eyes look at him.

Perhaps for a warrior, this posture only opens the door of the body, making it easier for enemies who show weakness to stab their swords into the abdomen, but the Dragon Prince is not worried about this.

After all, the fierce battle that Sotek declared was definitely not what the white wolf master could provide, and it would not take too much effort to crush him to death.

"Humans, don't take my good temper as weakness. The empire knows that Caledor has been plotting against Kislev for a long time, but it dares to be careful and reach out here.

Assuming you can help these barbarians build their homeland better, that's all. But first, let it be used as a hidden colony, and then you want to plunder believers. What on earth are you doing?Have you ever realized how ugly you are? You don’t even have a unified government, but you dare to interfere in the affairs of other countries. "

Imric exerted a little force on his arm. There was no denying that Caledor had some double standards on this matter. It was somewhat similar to the Empire's policy, but the nature was completely different.

Regarding the most important belief of a race, I have never made any decision. Instead, I secretly help the Sizhengshen Church to develop among the people in the New World.

Make sure that even if something happens to the old world, there will at least be a chance to wake up again and finally contribute to the order camp.

Staring at the knight with firm eyes and trembling lips, as if he was praying, Imrik snorted disdainfully and threw him away to the wall.

The White Wolf Knight hit the wooden cabinet like a wild dog. After knocking over many displays, he squatted on the ground and held the hilt of the sword at his waist, as if he was planning to fight again.

The movement here alerted the outside guards. Elvis bluntly explained that the prince was here to handle private matters. If there was any movement, don't come in and leave.

He also pulled out the obsidian sword from behind. If Kristoff really dared to take action, the revengeful blade, which had tasted the blood of chaotic creatures, would not mind taking an extra human life.

Imrik walked up to the guarded Kristoff with his chest crossed, and looked at him condescendingly.
"This miserable guy keeps saying that he acts in the name of the gods, but he can't even figure out the thoughts of the gods. He told your great pope that if the Ulric Church still behaves like this, Caledor will terminate its cooperation with it. "Christoph was silent for a long time, and slowly loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword. If it were just Imric's words, he would only think it was the elf's sophistry, but Ulric's prayer had no effect at all. This made him reflect, was he really wrong?

"What do you mean by these words? How can an elf know Yuric's will?"

"Haha, think about it with your pitifully small heads. Will Yurik care about the small number of believers in Kislev? There are countless people who believe in them, from the ports in the north to the gray mountains in the south, but The Four Righteous Gods rely on these believers to maintain their strength..."

After speaking, Imric did not continue to explain, but gave the White Wolf Knight a meaningful look, opened the door and left.

Elvis took back his sword with some disappointment. To say that there was no friction between the two sides during the empire must be false. He had long been unhappy with the White Wolf Knights, but since the princes were gone, it was impossible to resolve the conflict. Expand.

He didn't make any unnecessary moves, poured a cup of tea and drank it slowly, "You are really lucky. I haven't seen the prince angry for a long time. The prince now has the best temper among all the rulers of Caledor. If His Highness Mikhail were here, you would be dead."

"Elvis, tell me, have you ever received Sotek's oracle?" Kristoff's voice became a little hoarse. He found it unbelievable why an elf could guess the thoughts of gods. The White Wolf Knight, a loyal believer, didn't even respond to his prayers.

The Grand Master of the Great Horned Viper chewed a sip of tea leaves and quickly spit them out. He felt that this was something. The leaves in Ulthuan had a refreshing taste.

Slowly express your thoughts about the relationship between gods and believers,

"Yes, generally speaking, let me fight rats and chaos. You have to understand one thing. We believers are essentially workers. We only need to do our jobs well, and we should never reach out to things that should not be touched. You Do you think a boss would like his subordinates to have too many ideas and want to annex another boss in his name? Moreover, these two bosses are on the same front."

"You are really good at using metaphors...that's all. I will explain this to the Pope."

"I'm glad you still have some sense, otherwise I might have to go back to Ulthuan, but why don't you dare to fight with the prince? I'm curious about how you will die."

"Ha ha."

Elvis, who was ridiculed by the sneer, felt that he was asking for trouble. He put down the porcelain bowl and yawned to leave. It was a complete waste of time to hold such a meeting. He had followed Imric for ten years, and the War Council assigned tasks to each other. Then give enough troops to solve it.

It was by no means as stingy as the discussion just now. Even who should be stationed at a stronghold would have to argue for a long time, for fear that all his men would die.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw his cousin Althea.The girl looked curious and asked, "The prince didn't look very good when he walked out just now. Did the imperial people offend him? I have long been unhappy with these monkeys. Have you killed a few of them?"

"Unfortunately, no, but don't ask about the specific matter. Next, we will prepare for the war with all our strength, find some suitable candidates among the civilians, and expand the scale of the Giant Horned Viper."

Althea felt bitter. It was her job to recruit people. This position was barely considered safe. In a sense, it was to protect the only female members.

(End of this chapter)