Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 656 Duel Competition to Show Off Muscles

The border of Athel Loren is a wasteland, which has often been the battle point between Aslay and Bretonnia. Even standing on the deck, you can see crows sitting on the bones in the wilderness from time to time.

The most ideal situation would be to go upstream and directly reach the destination of Tasain, but it is obvious that Aslay does not like the creation of civilization to enter his forest home.

The ambassador, who had visited many times, turned sideways and said to Prince Long, "We've arrived."

Seeing a large tree as a symbol in the wasteland close to the forest, and a small pier in the style of Assur, Imric really wanted to curse. Can you do it now?

Even if Caledor welcomes the Speaker of the Lothern Council, who he least wants to see, he will at least be sent to the foot of the Dragon's Back Mountains and let a few militiamen take him through the mountain roads.

The ambassador turned sideways and whispered in Imric's ear, "Asrai has many strange rules, and I won't hide it from you. The ambassadors who came to Athel Loren before were all greeted by them who controlled their lives. As long as Aslay leaves on purpose without leading the way, everyone will be trapped in this magical forest."

"You haven't thought about fucking them once?" Imrik looked strange, and Etain Assur probably wasn't that cowardly either. With Aslay controlling his life, all his thoughts were explained here.

If it was Tyrion who designated him to kill the running host with the Sun Sword, no, Tyrion was Cosqui Azul, then it would be fine.

"After all, we are doing diplomatic activities, so we have to adapt to their customs."

Odd who was nearby couldn't listen anymore and muttered loudly,

"Don't tell me how to adapt. I don't even have a person now. Did you tell me that I'm in the right place?"

"I'm sorry, when we came here before, the landing point was right here." The ambassador took a few steps back and handed over the decision to Imrik whether to disembark here or continue upstream to Tasain.

Imrik thought for a moment, and realized that this cold and violent greeting gesture, which was intended to suppress his majesty, was indeed very Aslay's style.

Maybe seeing that there is no dragon in the Asur ambassador's trip, there will be a ridiculous thing about a dragon riding on the face of the dragon lord later.

To be on the safe side, Imrik called Sklarzak, who was sleeping in the old world, "You are in Oka Mountain now, right?"

Sklarzak, who has a sense of humor, quickly responded, "I just ate a lot of goblins and stone trolls, and now my stomach is a little full."

"Then I'll come to Athel Loren to digest it later, and I'll arrange for you a magic item used by dragons later."

"Yeah, anytime."

After arranging the main event, Imric waved his hand and ordered the ship to anchor and disembark.

When the ship came to a stop near the dock and several teams of elite guards had gone down to detect the danger, Imric stopped the servants carrying the gifts.

"Put the things away for me. Who told you I was going to give you gifts? Arrange for some people to send these things to Marienburg and sell them, and exchange them for gold coins as a business trip allowance."

The ambassador was embarrassed, rubbed his hands and said in a consultative tone,
"Isn't it inappropriate for you to do this? Although Aslay is rude, the son of Ulthuan should be tolerant."

"Screw Etain's tolerance. I haven't been angry like this in more than 200 years." Imrik pointed at his face and said to the ambassador,
"Tell me, who am I?"

The ambassador, who didn't quite understand what he meant, hesitated and answered in the most correct way,
"The Dragon Lord of Ulthuan, the Prince of Caledor, the blood descendant of the Dragon Tamer, the descendants of several Phoenix Kings..."

"Do you think I need to be polite with these ungrateful springtails?" "Of course not." The ambassador bowed and stepped back, stopping the human servants carrying the boxes from continuing. Ke Laohuo, the Phoenix Court and Athel Loren have no good fruits to eat.

Odd applauded this wonderful speech and expressed his support with great enthusiasm.

"Well, as expected of the prince of Caledor, even with his bad temper, Aslay should know what the hard stone of Ulthuan is."

As the representative of the other party, Teclis should have persuaded him to act according to the rules. Generally speaking, he only cares about the outcome of the matter, but Aslay's attitude also made the sensitive Supreme Mage quite dissatisfied.

Although both parties in such a heavyweight communication group understand that it certainly does not have a simple purpose, the etiquette that should be done is indispensable.

At this point, humans know better than Aslay what social rules are.

If Tigris pointed out, "The environment here is not bad, the location is empty and undisturbed. The sword master of the White Tower of Hoth has long wanted to appreciate the reputation of the Flame Knight, so he might as well take advantage of such a rare opportunity to get together, and the giant one How about a friendly match."

"It's a good idea. The Charis Guards can't miss it. Count us in it." Odd from the martial arts faction expressed his support, but I'm afraid what he wants to do most is whether he can make a fortune in the handicap.

Imric, the one who made the decision, agreed without hesitation. Since no one was there to welcome us, let's play a friendly match in front of Athel Loren to show off our muscles. It should be normal to accidentally damage some flowers and plants.

"Set up camp on the spot, Creon, you arrange the troops." Imric glanced at the magic light on the little golden man's armor, and then looked at the poor appearance of the Charis guards. It was really unbearable to bully.
"Change the standard equipment in the cabin to avoid saying that Caledor is invincible."

Imrik, who was somewhat interested in this matter, jumped on the fence and shouted to the guards at the river to look over.

"Now there will be a duel competition hosted by me, which is divided into individual competition and team competition. The winner of the individual competition will be awarded my precious personal collection. The team competition will be a group of five people. The rules of free competition are that no bows and arrows are allowed. Sissy stuff, winner all-day trip to Val's Anvil. Both competitions will award the Champion's Medal of the Dragon's Court."

Although he didn't understand the Dragon Prince's brain circuit, how the trip to the ambassadorial mission turned into a duel competition, but seeing the flame knight's blushing face and thick neck, he also understood that the promised prize was not simple.

With the weapons that warriors dream of as wives, they don't care what they have to do.

Cheers suddenly rang out, with a total of more than [-] people from the three elite troops. This deafening sound made Imrik feel a little carried away. Why didn't he feel this way in the military camp before? Sure enough, compared to the fighting on the battlefield, the duel competition was real. There is something unique about it.

Some people who were not strong enough and thought they could not win the championship raised their hands to speak, pressing their companions' heads in an attempt to draw Imrik's attention to them.

"What about second and third?"

"There is no second or third place. There can only be one winner in a duel. Erect a monument to Edreze's blade, and may glory go to the strong!"

The already busy servants were now working even harder. Under the instructions of the ambassador, they moved rocks and placed them on the open ground to form a crude competition venue.

The warriors who are busy with matters related to the competition are already asking each other for information. A few older ones, such as Edgar, will definitely not play, and people with high status will not participate. The two princes are typical examples.

In order to carefully investigate the intelligence, the three parties conducted careful exchanges comparable to battlefield intelligence penetration, attempting to use the most false intelligence in exchange for useful information to avoid being aware of weaknesses.

Patting the veteran Edgar on the back, he signaled him to organize this unexpected martial arts tournament with Oder first. Imric naturally found Teclis and the war lord next to him disguised as the Sword Master of Hoth.

(End of this chapter)