Chapter 312 The Return of the Dragon King
"If that's the case, then why did you join the mercenaries? Isn't this betraying Kislev?" The
mysterious man did not rush to fight Raskel, but instead walked slowly around him as if chatting. walk.
"Each of us has our own choice."
After hearing this, the mysterious man stopped his casual steps slightly, raised his sword flat, and said to the soldier, "Soldier, your name, the forgotten man cannot speak out. Singing."
"Raskol."
The soldier didn't know what this mysterious man was planning to do, so why he didn't panic at all. If this guy was from Caledor, he wouldn't have done such a thing. The military regulations stated It must be made clear that if anyone breaks into the military camp without permission, and does not obey the patroller's instructions, or does not have the prince's token, the guard will not bear any responsibility if he is killed. If the intruder is lucky enough to survive, he will have to bear severe punishment afterwards.
The soldiers who had little experience never thought about the possibility that the mysterious man in front of them was the leader of Caledor.
Imrik nodded and expressed that he had a good impression of this soldier. He could tell that he was a qualified soldier. In this situation, he did not panic or choose to run away. He might be a talented person, even though he was not very strong. A little bit, but he is still young and has time to improve slowly.
"Raskol, if I kill you here, do you think Caledor will avenge you?"
These words gave Raskol a brief pause. Judging from his previous experience, any The employer would not care how many of his mercenaries died, after all, these people were only used to do dirty work, but the words of Dragon Prince Judith echoed in his mind.
"Of course, my registration form has been forwarded to the archivist. Those violent guys will definitely kill you first."
When the soldier talked about the archivist, Imrik was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what was going on. What do you mean? Those elderly dragon princes are not easy to talk to. Because of their positions, many things are directly connected to themselves, which leads to the slightest error in the documents they have passed.
While the two were chatting in this tense open space, the patrol soldiers had already rushed over. The red and yellow dragon-wing armor and the triangular lance were obviously the Horns of the Sun.
Twenty cavalry surrounded the two men, and the leading Caledorian soldier immediately said coldly in Elvish,
"Explain your identity!"
Seeing the reinforcements coming, Raskol slowly backed away, fearing that these The iron hooves of the war horse trampled on his body, and the next step was to see this mysterious man turned into flesh. He was still thinking about breaking into the military camp, so he must be from the empire.
"Alfried, you are well. It seems that you have been doing well during my absence." Elvish
language that Rascal could not understand came from the mouth of the mysterious hooded man, which made him For a moment, he wondered whether this guy was really a Caledor elf, but with how much these reckless men worshiped their prince, it didn't seem like they would say insulting words.
Under the surprised eyes of the soldiers, the elite knight who spoke was trembling all over, as if he couldn't believe hearing the voice. The same was true for the people around him, but he quickly calmed down and took a few deep breaths, seemingly Trying to stay calm.
"Show your proof." The Sunhorn soldier's tone was trembling, as if it was hard to imagine that the voice was spoken by the man wearing a hooded cloak in front of him. A scabbard that knocked Mrs. Kislev over appeared in mid-air and fell into Alfred's arms. Imrik, who pulled down his hood, said to his soldiers, "
You are better than Judith." Yes, my face was exposed last time, but he still asked me for documents."
Alfred put down his lance and shield, and slowly pulled out the long sword with trembling hands, and the familiar smell of sulfur emerged from it. I couldn't help but burst into tears. No one knew how the Caledonians managed to survive this period. In a distant and unfamiliar cold frozen land, the spiritual pillar dragon lord and the legendary shining star dragon mysteriously disappeared. Even if Mas Nuo repeatedly stated that the prince was not in danger, but I am afraid that even he himself did not believe this.
Everyone immediately dismounted and knelt on one knee in front of the Dragon Prince. Alfred held up his sword with both hands,
"I respectfully invite the Dragon King to return."
Imrik was stunned by these words. Good boy, this guy won't be the same. He must be a prophet who specializes in the winds of heaven. When he returned to Caledon, he found that the Dragon Palace had turned into a doghouse. In a rage, he summoned a hundred thousand troops to knock down the Phoenix Palace.
I stopped this somewhat nonsense idea and looked at the large troops rushing here. I couldn't help but shake my head. I originally wanted to come back secretly, but when I saw a few Kislev soldiers who were obviously patrols, I couldn't help but test them. After a while, it became like this.
After confirming his identity with the Dragon Prince who was responsible for the security of the station, Imrik looked at the Kislevian soldier Raskol who was hiding in the crowd. Obviously he also knew that he had done something big, and he pulled out the weapon from the Dragon Prince. Sword, if anyone knew about this, even if it was fine according to military regulations, they would definitely be dealt with badly.
Pointing at Rascal, he said, "I'm very interested in this kid. Let him come to see me tomorrow morning."
After figuring out that it was a drama caused by the prince, the tension of the patrol being attacked The feeling was gone, and an unprecedented atmosphere of joy emerged from the camp. The logistics officer in charge of providing meals directly said that there would be a supper tonight. Except for those who were unlucky enough to patrol and stand guard, everyone gathered in the open-air camp. .
Half an hour later, Rascal was kicked out by the military doctor who was busy celebrating. He touched his chin and saw the herbal medicine that was obviously more comforting than practical. He couldn't help but sigh. It's better now. The boss is keeping an eye on him.
Just when he was lamenting that life was not easy, someone had already urged him to come out quickly. Vodka was provided. Although the amount was not much, it was enough to satisfy his cravings.
In the central tent, when he heard the overwhelming celebrations outside, and Davian who was like a pug next to him, he had already begun to wipe away his tears. Imric sighed helplessly, why did he feel like he was dead, and was hesitating to cry like this? Woolen cloth.
He kicked Davian involuntarily, "Don't cry like a mourner here. Others don't know, and you still don't understand? I just ran to other places."
Davian didn't pay attention to the kick and just wiped it away. Tears, get used to it, and the prince will be fine. If he gets kicked a few more times, the prince will be fine, then it's best to kick them all on me.
Sitting back on the familiar chair, he looked around and found that the regent he had designated, Masnuo, was not there, so he asked what was going on, "Where is Masnuo? The
Great Holy War has almost ended for half a month. Is he still there?" Didn't you finish the matter?"
(End of chapter)