Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 659 The famous Aralos

After a night of drinking, Imrik, who had just woken up, felt that his bladder was a little unstretched. Although he claimed to be no different from a dragon, this physiological condition could not be changed, so he hurried to the river to release water.

Coincidentally, Tyrion, who drank a lot last night while hiding his identity, also came over to drink some water.

Tyrion glanced at Imrik and secretly thought that he had some talent and was worthy of being from the Dragon Tamer family.

With a regretful tone, he said at the riverside where there were only two people,

"It's a pity that I can't use my true identity, otherwise my knight in silver helmet would be happy to join this game."

Imrik sped up the water and secretly competed with Tyrion to make the splash bigger.
"Are you just the silver-helmeted sissy under your command? It's better not to get involved in this kind of competition. Aren't you afraid of being beaten to shit?"

"The Knights of Silver Helm are the elite of Ulthuan, although, although..." Tyrion wanted to defend his men, but he couldn't find the reason.

In the mounted battle, there are the Flameborn Knights, who are invincible. In the foot battle, there are also the Sword Master of Hoth and the Guards of Charis. All three parties are the most elite troops in Ulthuan's respective fields.

Imric took the lead and said, "Although they are indeed useless, the way the silver helmets reflect the sunlight is quite beautiful."

"Forget it, if I had said that to you before, the next duel would be between the two of us." Brother Tai waved his hand magnanimously, and even restrained his enthusiasm.

Suddenly, he mentioned another thing,

"Do you have any extra troops?"

Imrik immediately became interested after saying this.

"Why, what are you planning to do again?"

"That's not the case. I have some information indicating that Karl Kalonde is purchasing large quantities of slaves and mammoths from the northern barbarians. It's best to make some preparations."

"Let's talk about it later. If we really hit Ulthuan, I won't be able to watch."

Tyrion's eyebrows were raised, and he was very dissatisfied with Imric's perfunctory attitude. In order to add some chips to his hand, he brought up another matter.

"The appointment period for the general of Dragon Gate is coming soon. According to the decree of Caledor II Phoenix King, Caledor should be responsible for this fortress. Agthel resigned from the position due to family circumstances, and his soldiers also Alion's replacement, his daughter's condition should have improved now."

"No, Althea is still receiving treatment. She probably won't be able to get out of bed for another 200 years. She started coughing, and Agtheel's face looked as ugly as if he had lost a piece of flesh." Im said lies with his eyes open. Rick is not shy and wants to get people out of his hands, which is simply whimsical.

"Dawn Fortress." Tyrion changed his chips and secretly cursed Imrik for being shrewd.

"make a deal."

After completing the secret deal, the two people looked at each other and smiled, feeling that this was not a disadvantage. Imric directly transferred the reserve troops still training in Yris to the hands of the War Council, while Tyrion was concerned about the unfavorable Fortress of Dawn. Controlled locations are of no interest.

After draining the water, the two discussed yesterday's game, who they expected to win today, and whether they had any favorite champions. A team happened to appear to welcome them.

However, looking at the scale and momentum, rather than welcoming the team, it might as well be said that they are here to fight.Tyrion raised his eyebrows, and as expected, Imrik guessed that there was a duel competition held in front of Athel Loren, and Aslay could not let it continue.

Whether you stop it midway or participate in it, the development of things has already entered into the planned plan.

He stared at the running reindeer, as well as the wild cavalry with masks on their backs and using capes and furs as armor, as well as the leading giant stags, and said with some curiosity,
"Aslay must be competing in archery. There is no archery master in this trip. It is difficult to control such a delicate weapon with brute force."

"Don't worry, even if they fight in aerial combat, I can still find a giant dragon to crush them." Imrik asked Tyrion to be careful. There were two Nagaryth elves on the ship, and one was the Shadow Crown. Hand, the other is also the hand of Shadow Crown.

The difference is that one is in the light and the other is in the dark, and they can be replaced at any time.

The running cavalry caught the guard's attention, and his originally relaxed demeanor changed accordingly. He held the weapon that was always in his hand and subconsciously formed a line based on his past joint combat experience.

The Dragon Prince was covering the flanks, the Charis Guards were sitting on the center line with their tall battle axes raised to meet the impact, and the Sword Master of Hoth was ready to counterattack at any time.

Fortunately, the wild cavalry known as the natural disaster stopped, but I'm afraid this is also a blessing for them.

The careless Odd angrily pushed away the guard blocking the way, carrying his ancestral artifact battle ax, and yelled at the captain of the forest a hundred meters away,

"Is this the attitude to welcome Prince Charis who saved you? Let Orion or Ariel speak out."

"The two majesties have important matters to deal with and are temporarily unable to receive guests from afar. I, the divinely chosen champion, can only do some meager things."

The sound in the sky made many people look up, and soon they saw a handsome giant eagle flying towards them.

Odd dismissed it, "So it's you, the so-called brave man. I really hope to see the king of Athel Loren sometime. I don't have to see some unworthy and shameful things every time. I'm afraid of death when I fight. , The courage is worse than that of a rat."

The giant eagle landed on the ground and stared at Odd with sharp eyes, trying to use the oppression of the beast to make him understand the etiquette. However, he soon discovered that the aura of the pale and long-haired old man became more powerful. Became prey.

"The name of a brave man is the honor I have earned by guarding Athel Loren countless times. But what about the name of Prince Charis? Is it based on blood or politics?"

The man who spoke jumped off the back of the giant eagle. His handsome face was just like the ideal sculpture in the hands of an artist. Most of his body was covered by scales and a cloak, but only the exposed arms looked full of classical beauty, with smooth and powerful lines.

"You can try it. Strength is the proof of becoming Prince Charis." Odd placed the battle ax on the ground with one hand, and the lion on his right shoulder seemed to come to life, lingering behind him to form a shadow.

This scene made Imric, who was watching, suddenly stunned. With these lines, coupled with the shadow of the lion and the action of swinging the axe, he was really destined to play with the axe, and the person with the white lion.

"But what is your identity on this trip? I am Queen Ariel's divinely chosen champion, Lord of Tarsain, and the leader of Athel Loren when His Majesty Orion is reincarnated. You are not worthy of fighting me. "

Odd, who was ridiculed for being too low in rank, had all the veins on his arms bulging out. This was Aslay's attitude towards the reinforcements in the past.

"What about me?" Imrik came from the flank and looked at Araloth, who had the same face as Asuryan, with interest.

"Lord Tasain Woodland is very famous. Can anyone tell me what honors he has received?"

(End of this chapter)