Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

And Oliveira, who has just been remembered by the prince, is having a headache on how to deal with the current stage of the Gulam plan.

Two specialized troops requested by the Noble Council had been trained, but with a military transfer order from the palace, he found that he had to follow his boss to Sartusa.

After having a drink for himself, the letter of appointment has been officially issued. It is far less than the second place status in Anaheim, but Oliveira is still satisfied.

There are many heroes gathered here, and almost one-third of the noble council and resident court officials are located in Sartusa. It is an honor to be ranked at the bottom of the first announced list.

but……

Oliveira, who was drinking wine to celebrate his participation in an important event, grabbed his hair and looked very impatient. Once these two regiments were divided under the command of the Noble Council, there would only be a thousand local professional soldiers left.

Originally, there were still 20 people coming 2000 years ago, but the old boss received a top-secret mission and had to send out a thousand people to carry out the task. Now, Oliveira doesn't even know where this thousand-man army is.

Don't dare to ask, don't dare to inquire.

What can an army of thousands of people do?

Oliveira didn't understand. If he planned to sway people, he definitely couldn't recruit people from within the country. Recruiting soldiers without permission would be a serious violation of the regulations.

Fortunately, his relationship with the Northern Kingdom of the Old World is still good, and Anaheim's financial situation, which does not need to pay taxes to the palace, is also very stable. In recent years, the revenue from selling mines and the sugar industry of Dusk Fortress has reached an astronomical figure.

The magic transferred many times caused a shadow to appear in front of Oliveira's desk.

Raskol was tougher than usual, but the white hair growing on the top of his head and the clear wrinkles at the corners of his eyes made Oliveira feel a little more. In just 20 years, will human beings become like this... …

Seeing that it was Oliveira, the general showed a smile. Apart from Judith, who was stationed in Kislev, the person he had the most favorable impression of was the fearless man who risked his life to recapture Mazov's body.

"I haven't seen you for more than 20 years. I hope you won't be surprised by my gray hair."

Oliveira smiled bitterly. Now he finally realized something. The group of human veterans who participated in the Snake and Rat Jihad were gradually getting old and dying.

Not seeing each other for more than twenty years is a short time for elves, but for humans, it is probably an extremely long experience.

"No, I'm still a little surprised. Whether it's your gray hair or wrinkles, maybe in a while, I will hear that you have held a funeral."

Raskol was very cheerful about this. People have been used to it after walking between life and death too many times.

Living in this world is nothing more than letting the memories of suffering pile up and spread in dreams again and again.

"If I had the same lifespan as you elves, I wouldn't know how much hardship I would have to endure in this life. If I die sooner, I can feel at ease sooner."

After a few words of emotion and chatting about the ups and downs they had experienced together in the past, Oliveira suddenly thought of something. Speaking of the general who was still unmarried, "I remember you were drunk once and said you wanted to marry a woman named Gonchanova. Take it back, what will be the result?"

After pouring half a glass of vodka, Rascal smiled relievedly and said, "What was the result? Haha, she was abandoned by the young master to a brothel and was buried the year before last."

"Feel sorry."

"It's okay." Rascal raised his hand to explain that there was something urgent to deal with, and asked Oliveira to wait for a moment. He didn't worry about the elf hearing it, and ordered with unquestionable words.

"Severely punish any officials or nobles involved in corruption. If they are caught in the church, they will be dedicated to Esun. If they are caught in the army, they will be executed on the spot." Lars continued to explain some concepts of no tolerance for corruption, and concluded the order. Cole sighed and shook his head, continuing the conversation with Oliveira, "Time will always wear away some people's will. Money and power corrode our past oaths, which makes it very difficult for me as a leader."

But he also knew that Oliveira had not contacted him for a long time, and he definitely did not want to discuss the situation in Kislev. His wrinkled face looked a little funny.

"I think you must be planning to get people from me. I agreed. The Kislev First Guards Corps, the Griffin Corps, has a total of 600 people."

Although he received such good news, Oliveira felt something was wrong. He was not afraid of negotiating terms, but was only worried about unwarranted goodwill.

The predecessor of the Kislev First Guards Corps was the Misha Eagle, which can be regarded as a direct descendant of Raskol's direct troops and is the absolute main force.

Although the Griffin Legion is somewhat in decline and cannot bear the title of Spear of the Tsar, its strength ranks high among the famous legions in the old world.

"What are your conditions?"

"There are no conditions. I am more willing to trust you than the Ulric Church in the north of the empire."

"It's a strange statement. Humans are willing to believe in elves rather than humans."

Raskol laughed a little, how should I describe this matter? Although Caledor lied to him about many things, there is no doubt that everything he gained now was because of the idea after the end of the great holy war.

"I am a human, so I know more about human affairs than you do. Kislev will support Sartusa and, if necessary, send troops to fight with Caledor in the Badlands."

Oliveira's frown never relaxed. This was not like the Lascole he knew. The principle of equal-value transactions meant that everything could be measured with an equivalent, even his own life.

This act of unconditional support may have a deeper meaning.

"I don't have the authority to answer that."

Raskol spread his hands and made a helpless and understanding look, "You must be doubting my motives, but the fact is very simple. The Patriot Army needs Caledor's support. I am a mortal, and there is no muddle-headed God's Chosen One. He won’t be able to live for too long, maybe he will die in ten or twenty years, and he will have no heirs, so he must leave some legacy to future generations.”

After reluctantly agreeing to this matter, Oliveira expected to take some time to visit Kislev. This thing is strange, but if you think about it carefully, it is very reasonable. The general is looking for support after his death, but it is only a verbal agreement. , which is very inconsistent with the custom of clearly stipulating various terms between the two countries over the past 20 years.

After temporarily solving the problem of lack of soldiers, Oliveira is ready to pack his bags. Next, the grandfathers of the Congress will preside over Anaheim. I don’t know when they will come back. I hope everything goes smoothly in the bad land and there are no more clues.

Masno, who was ordering troops, saw that Oliveira had replaced his armor, and the sword was hanging on his waist, and he knew that he was ready.

"Your Excellency, your duties in Sartusa this time..."

Masnuo smiled easily. Do I need to say more? The champion warrior is part of the power of the acting prince. If you need to take orders from Edgar in the old world, it is better to return to the palace to retire.

"Work hard, and talking too much is just nonsense. Being able to fight is the decisive factor in your right to speak. And this operation in the bad land may be more complicated than we imagined. This is a good opportunity for you to show off."

The silent fearless man came to the rostrum and looked at the [-] professional soldiers who had been prepared below. It was very risky to remove most of Anaheim's troops. If Druchi launched an attack, I am afraid that this overseas fortress would soon fall. .

But the palace didn't seem to care about this matter, and only dispatched some town guards and militiamen, thinking it was safe.

The fearless people who don't understand this can only follow their old boss to board the ship and set off towards the old world that they just visited not long ago. (End of chapter)