Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"You mean, the elf who just took action was the Phoenix King?! Wolan, I never thought I would see the elf monarch one day."

Sienna asked Victor again and again. She only heard from the teacher that the Phoenix King acted a little...uniquely, and would always use his own ideas instead of the suggestions of his noble colleagues.

But who would have thought that five gangsters hired by the tavern would actually lead the Phoenix King to rescue them personally.

Victor was also pondering this matter. What was the reason for the Phoenix King coming here? If it was to save them, Boca Kiri was nearby. With the dragon's speed and advantage, he could successfully leave even if he was surrounded by thousands of people.

He did not believe that he and others were worthy of the Phoenix King's special rescue. Imrik must have more urgent matters to deal with.

The witch hunter thought of the last words of the Holy Grail Guard and felt more and more strange. Are they useful to the goddess of Bretonnia?

He thought for a while and decided to leave the question to others.

"Carillian, you should explain. After all, you are the elf."

"Oh, so you think the noble Phoenix King will pay attention to an Aslay? That is the dragon lord of Caledor, a being who can kill us all with just a finger."

The elves' sarcasm was directed at their fellow travelers. When talking about the Phoenix King, Kerilian could only feel fear and fear.

When he saw Imrik for the first time, Aslay felt only fear in his heart. Although His Majesty's eyes never stayed on her from beginning to end, but...

Why, she had a premonition that as long as she continued to lie there and pretended to be dead, praying in her heart that Lilith would not blame the offender, there would be only one elf in the church.

"Whatever, maybe there is some conflict between Grandpa Elf and Bretonnia, and we can't understand the strangeness inside." Marcus threw the backpack on the ground carelessly, and the clear and loud metal sound made Badin look sideways.

"Badin, come here and see the baby. If you can sell it for a good price, I'll treat you to beer drinking in Umberik for a month."

"Barbarian, in order to protect you, I just added a few more scars, for at least two months."

"No problem, hehe, let's see how long these gadgets can keep us drunk." Marcus grinned and opened the bag. He had never expected the treasures in it in his life. The salary of being a top soldier in a few years may not be more than a month. Gem-set heraldic ring.

"Human gadgets, although the craftsmanship is not good, the value is still good..."

If Victor were a law enforcer, he would demand that Krupol hand over the general loot to the Imperial treasury, but alas the Witch Hunter doesn't want to interfere.

He looked around and found that it was on the edge of a small hill. The sparse forest provided good cover. Next to it was a tributary of a small stream. The flowing water meant that food and hygiene could be ensured.

"Elf, go find some food, we need to rest."

"Me? Have you lost your hands to the Bretonnian knights? You need me to be your nanny."

Carillian looked at Victor in disbelief. She had no idea that the witch hunter could be so natural and direct when giving orders.

"This is an order, don't try to confuse the order of command, or do you still have doubts about my leadership after seeing the Phoenix King's true appearance?!"

Victor was not very good at pulling off the tiger's skin, but the elf was obviously a little guilty. After hearing the word "Phoenix King", he reluctantly agreed.

"Just this once, for the sake of the Phoenix King's presence..."

It only took the experienced ranger less than twenty minutes to hunt a white-tailed deer in the land of Bretonnia. If this place was Athel Loren, she should pray to this noble creature, intending to pray to nature. Describe the necessity of reincarnation of life.

But this was Bretonnia, and the elves' double standards were clearly visible. After a simple bloodletting, they dragged their prey back to their temporary base.

After returning to the garrison, she looked at the soldiers and rangers who were busy dividing the spoils, and the witch hunters and mages who were constantly bickering. She just wanted to cover her forehead and ask, what was the reason that made the Phoenix King personally save this man? A few lucky ones.

I must be crazy...hanging out with transients.

"It's time to eat, you short-lived ghosts."

"Oh, it's a live deer. Sister Sienna likes these tender little guys. With my flames, the finished product will definitely be juicy and delicious."

"Shut up, witch, if you do it, we will have to deal with the traces you left all night long.

Brother dwarf, teach her what cooking is. "

"Well, although I'm best at cooking troll meat, it's not bad to cook venison once in a while. Unfortunately, I just don't have enough beer, and I don't have parsley and black pepper..."

When Victor took the lead in collecting firewood and used the freshly removed deer stomach to get water from the river, everyone unanimously raised doubts. Only a witch hunter could fill the stomach with water that had not been cleaned of dirt.

"Salzpire, do you think of the heretic next to you? Wolan, please be careful!"

Sienna cursed, causing Victor to curl his lips and ask: "Our salutes were taken away by the Bretonnians, tell me what to use to fill the water?"

"Speaking of the carriage we were escorting? I remember there seemed to be a mage in it, but I didn't see any sign of him along the way." The careful Bardin was cutting the venison, and he didn't forget to raise his head to ask Victor, who was supposed to know. .

"Maybe he was executed by the Bretonnians. It would be best for us to have one less unstable factor. We can't rule out that he leaked the information."

"Maybe, but Lorna should be able to keep him reliable... Sienna, light a fire, but don't light my beard on fire."

Smoke rose in the night sky, and after narrowly escaping the pursuit of the Holy Grail guards, the Five Heroes of Ulborik stayed on the land of Bretonnia without any worries, enjoying the lady's river water and food, but they still had flaws.

"It would be better if there is some wine. Valaya is here. If I have a barrel of Bergman at this time, it will be the luckiest thing for me in this time."

His beard was full of oil stains, but Bardin didn't forget to complain about what was missing. He handed a bunch of roasted golden venison to the dull elf and said with a hint of disgust.

"Stupid elf, you have to eat even if you live in a tree. Try your skills as a dwarf chef."

Asledo are mainly vegetarians and occasionally eat meat to replenish necessary energy. They do not hate meat, but they definitely hate the smokey barbecue grilled by the dwarves themselves.

"Take it away, I hate how self-righteous you are. Elves hate this fishy food the most!"

Badin felt a little regretful. Although he had thought about the elf girls' reply, he still felt a little regretful to the chef. It really wasted his superb hunting skills.

"it's a pity……"

"Don't elevate personal preferences to race, lovely Miss Kerilian..."

"who?!"

Three pistols, a long bow, a powerful crossbow, and a staff were aimed at the source of the sound at the same time. The five little strongmen who were in a state of mutual dislike just now actually had a tacit understanding to provide cover for each other's horns. Enemies appeared at any location. All will face crossfire at the same time.

"Usually guests who bring wine will be treated as friends in Ulthuan and treated with etiquette and banquets, but you are holding swords. Is this how the Five Heroes of Ulboric treat guests?"

The smiling male voice made Victor's pupils shrink suddenly. He immediately put down the pistol, held down Marcus' nervous movements beside him, and signaled everyone to put away their weapons.

"I thought your main purpose was to deal with the Lady Church, but I didn't expect..." (End of Chapter)