Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Chapter 791 The trip that goes away

A strange combination started from the Dragon Palace Square, a young prince with an arrogant face, a burly armor, a maid in palace service, and a human warrior wearing plate chain armor and a red scarf, as well as an unknown figure. So the black dragon.

Minasnir growled in a low voice, expressing his strong dissatisfaction.

"I'll just take you with me. I also have to bring three more burdens. I'm not a cargo airship."

Regardless of Lao Mi's attitude, Imrik skillfully grasped the gap between the scales and dived towards the dragon saddle, waving downwards to indicate that he should come up quickly.

Mishan, who was stared at by Minas Nir's huge dragon eyes, climbed numbly on the dragon's forelimbs, found a relatively gentle place, activated the stabilizing magic on the amulet, and quietly waited for his first flight.

The polite Phyllis bowed to Minas Nir and apologized for the offense due to the emergency, but if you want to ask questions, please go to my grandfather.

After he finished speaking, Minasnil threw him to Imrik's side with the palm of his hand.

Occestes, on the other hand, patted Minasnir's arm very skillfully, "Minasnir, you and I are old acquaintances. Not to mention the time we spent together in Ancient Dragon City, let's just say that you were almost quilt……"

Before he could finish speaking, Minas Nir impatiently raised his palms, ready to crush the boy into pieces. There were already red thunder snakes between his sharp claws. He must have really not wanted to hear about the dark history of the past.

The hand the size of a house stopped when it was three meters above the ground. It was not Minas Nir who stopped, but Occestes had already raised two steel arms, using the ground as a support point to block the downward pressure. of dragon palm.

The creaking sound of steel friction came from under Minas Nir's palm. Seeing no results, Lao Mi became angry and cursed,

"Shut up, you chatterbox who pretends to be loyal. If Curtis and Mikaelson hadn't died too early, you wouldn't be worthy of being this champion."

"I don't deny this. The identity of this champion warrior was obtained with the blood of countless compatriots. But because of this, fate arranged for me to be resurrected in Caledor four thousand years later to fulfill the long-cherished wish of every compatriot. This is why I live.”

Lao Mi snorted coldly, seeming to be moved by Okestes's words. The two parties had known each other for many years. Since the time of the Conqueror King Imrik, this champion warrior had been an important figure in the dragon's court.

If you ask those present who has the most complex psychology, then it is none other than Lao Mi. When he saw his old friend who had been dead for a long time come back to life in the form of a piece of armor, his heroic demeanor in life was completely gone, and there was no emotion as hot as a flame. The touch of cold steel.

The dragon raised his palm and gave up the oppression of his old friend.

"You'd better die quickly. Curtis, Mikaelson and the others have waited too long."

"I hope so. A soldier's life should be sacrificed when it is most necessary. I failed before, but I will succeed this time."

The two pairs of dragon eyes looked at each other, Minas Nir's mouth slightly raised, and I'm afraid the same was true for Occestes.

Imric, who was having sex with Phyllis, looked at why there was no movement below. He stuck his head out to look at the ground and found that Occestes was looking at Minas Nir affectionately.

He cursed angrily, "Come up here quickly. I'll have plenty of time to reminisce about old times. If Lao Mi isn't here, you can still chat with Ingersolls. He will definitely be happy to do so."

When it came to Ingersolls, Occestes said he didn't want to say more. He was a bad friend and had been cheated of a lot of money by the dragon. Back then, he was just a Silver Moon Dragon who dared to escape like this. Now he has grown into a Shining Star Dragon. I don’t know how embarrassing it is.

As Draconir waved goodbye, the three elves and one dragon officially headed towards the old world. During this period, the maid curled up in the prince's arms turned around curiously and asked,

"Master Masnuo is already in Sartusa. As a champion warrior, he should be the top commander of the local area. But now that you are there, what should he do?"

Imrik pretended to be profound, shook his head and said,

"Phyllis, you are a maid now. Your first duty is not to participate in political events and avoid letting anyone know your master's information."

The maid made a face and said nothing. How could she pretend to be a prince?

After pinching Felice's delicate nose, Imrik didn't show off too much and talked about the arrangements for Sartosa in a matter-of-fact manner.

"I will not interfere in Sartusa's affairs. When Masnuo thinks the time is feasible, I will only appear as an important combat force. When we actually march towards the Eight Peaks Mountain, I will take charge."

"Before that, I'll visit some interesting places in the old world and meet old friends."

"Like Magnus?" Phyllis was very sure about this. Not only was the Empire singing about the friendship between the two heroes, Caledor also had a good evaluation of the Emperor, believing that his contribution barely got rid of his monkey identity. He can be considered an outstanding talent, comparable to Sigma.

Of course, the premise of this appreciation is that Magnus serves as Imrik's foil. In the country of Assur, no one would think that the meritorious service of the devout people in the great holy war would be higher than that of the dragon lord.

"Not just Magnus, maybe others too."

Phyllis frowned. The prince would definitely not call the dwarves old friends. Both parties have a relationship of interest from the beginning to the end. You take the Bafeng Mountain and I take the Dragon Horn. If you want to take revenge on the Chaos dwarves and regain the territory that was captured by the grinning clan, The mountain fortress can also continue to cooperate in the dark place.

Apart from Magnus, it was hard for her to think of any old friends the prince had in the old world. They couldn't be the leaders of the Kislev Guards Army.

"Raskol? But I heard that his physical condition seems to be very bad, and he may die soon. Well... If you want to strengthen your control over Kislev, this is an excellent opportunity, I think Rachel needs to be allowed to spread rumors about the Tsarist court in an attempt to regain the power gained by the Patriot Army..."

Imric pretended to be annoyed with this maid who was worrying so much and rubbed her waist. After eliciting an exclamation of surprise and embarrassment, Imrik explained,

"Don't think too much. You guys just need to go with me. Haven't you always wanted to go on a trip with me where you can abandon your identity and just go on a trip?"

Phyllis slapped her restless hands and rubbed her abdomen. Didn't you see that there were two more people behind? Although she couldn't see the situation of the dragon saddle, one of them was Occestes. How could he be so rude?

But after many warnings to no avail, he could only accept his fate. As if his strength had been drained from his body, he leaned limply against the prince behind him and said in an imperceptible voice,

"You are the master, and I will listen to you. As long as you don't sell me to the monkey country in the old world, I can do whatever you want."

(End of this chapter)