Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Forget it, it's all a matter of luck. I think there will be more and more battles like this, and more and more opportunities to make a fortune in the future."

The captain laughed at himself. According to the news leaked from Altdorf, the emperor had agreed to an expedition to the Norscan Mountains. It was obvious that he wanted to send veteran soldiers into battle.

They have plenty of money, and their experience is also the backbone of the army. All they need is a trial of ice and fire to prove who is the real hero.

"Brother Mok, don't talk about the distance. Have you seen the battle over the past few days? Can we win? I heard that there are hundreds of thousands of greenskins in the valley of Karak Dreadnought.

Although the dwarves and elves are capable of fighting, they are too few in number, so we still have to rely on our Rick men."

The captain took a sip of the wine and rubbed two fingers together, as if he wanted to get some benefits from the crowd.

In a short while, the thin man who had just shown off how many treasures he had picked up threw a golden bean to Mok.

The tradition of big brothers leading younger brothers in the army is too common. In wartime, they form a large group, but in peacetime, they each have their own lives.

People from different regions, cultures and habits will naturally form small groups and help each other.

"I heard a rumor that the Altdorf Honor Company has arrived in Uberrick along with the Wissenlord Pious Legion. Now the route to Karak Dreadnought Fort has been opened. The only reason we didn't attack immediately.

I’m afraid he’s just waiting…” The captain’s words stopped abruptly. He didn’t want to say that the emperor wanted to show off the power of the empire in front of the monarchs of the dwarves and elves.

"The Honor Company and the Devoted Legion? They will definitely win! They are the pride of the empire!"

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"The Company of Honor and the Legion of the Devout... When did the Empire have such titles?" Imrik paused and couldn't help but feel puzzled as he listened to Issarion's explanation.

The former is easy to understand. It is an elite corps formed by the newly crowned emperor. All members are selected from the citizens of Altdorf. They are fanatically loyal to the Elector's family and passionate about the land under their feet.

But at best, they were just a group of reinforced halberd soldiers, providing long-range firepower in the rear to stabilize the front line.

The Pious Legion... This name sounds complicated and must be related to a bald man with a monocle.

"The formation of the Honor Company was based on... the Black Guard's method. It is divided into thirteen battalions, and each of them elects the strongest warriors to serve the emperor." Eltharion looked a little strange. He thought that someone might have leaked information about the Black Guard of Naggarond to humans, saying that the training methods of the Phoenix Guard were extremely harsh and strange, and only the most severe methods could select the best warriors.

"I hope they haven't done anything unethical." Imrik shook his head and said nothing. Anyone who can actively choose the traditional training method of the Black Guards has a problem with his brain and should go to the bald guy Walkerma to discuss the doctrine.

"Tell me about the Pious Legion. I'm very interested in it... literally."

“This is about you.”

"Of course, it must have something to do with me. If it weren't for me, Magnus would have died in Kislev."

The completely careless answer made Eltharion sigh even more, you really remember that deep friendship. If it were not for the fact that they rarely went to the empire in person, many elves would have suspected whether the Dragon Prince at that time had some unusual relationship with the human emperor.

"Their main force is three Conqueror tanks, which have been modified by Vaal priests and equipped with dragon blades and various magic matrices. There are complicated purity seals on the surface that look like family trees... and a Sigmar altar."

Hanging an altar on a tank is probably something the Empire can do. If they have an Ark-class sea battleship, they will definitely build a church. "I don't think this is too much. If possible, I hope that every elf gathering place should have an altar of Val, praising the elf forging god with the fire."

"But you are the Phoenix King, Asuryan's Chosen."

Imrik rolled his eyes and said, "What the hell is this Asuryan's Choice? I'm Caledor, how can I trust a stupid bird?"

"What does this have to do with my being a Vaal follower?"

The increasingly speechless War Lord could only continue to say something: "The configuration of their legion... is not simple. It is hard for me to imagine that a force with a complete industrial system would make such a choice."

Looking at Eltharion's speechless expression, Imrickton felt curious about what could make the Watcher so...interesting.

At the signal of the Phoenix King, a white light appeared in the palm of the War Lord, and what he saw appeared clearly in his palm.

Thousands of bald men, wearing tattered linen clothes, dragging crude iron flails and sticks in their hands, and the wounds on their bodies seemed to be most likely self-inflicted.

The symbols and emblems carved with nails clearly show their piety to the gods.

The leading priest held up the blessing scroll and chanted the names of Sigmar and Magnus. Three tanks with whistles blaring carried the lost lambs forward into the seemingly endless darkness. With their faith and piety, they found redemption in the death of war.

Of course, if there really were a group of Whippers equipped with tanks, it would only make the Wissen Territory look too stupid.

The army following behind the Whipper seemed to be made of steel, except for the little white mist emitted from the mask when Gao Shan breathed, they walked like a steel march.

The ironclad troops that Wesson was proud of were fully equipped with long-barreled muskets and grenade launchers.

Various types of artillery, from mortars to Hell Organ rocket launchers... There are also some that seem to be imitations of the New World Military Factory's individual products, single-person flamethrowers, and three-person miniature machine guns.

The Phoenix King, who was so familiar with his own rune technology that he could memorize it in his dreams, was also surprised by the equipment worn by several leaders.

"How dare they take this kind of junk to the battlefield?!"

The essence of a rune is to bind the winds of magic to an object, which requires the object itself to be reliable and the skill of the engraver to be sufficient to keep it stable.

But he cast rune spells and gave the holy seal of the Church of Sigmar. Is he preparing to die?

Steel, faith and gunpowder, these are what the devout call the foundation of the empire, but now Lord Wissen seems to want to smuggle some private goods and secretly add some magic.

Considering what the grand tutor of Amethyst Academy said before, the Phoenix King vaguely guessed that it was not that Lord Wissen did not want to continue doing it secretly, but that if he continued to do it, he might be dragged down by the rune technology, turning a large number of apprentices who instinctively used combat spells into mummies in their twenties.

The war lord who was well versed in magic was also silent. The mark of the Church of Sigmar had a strong attribute of suppressing magic. I wonder how strong this devout legion was.

In the front, it was a whipper with a tank, and in the back, it was a bald man with magic... It turns out that the empire cannot be judged by common sense. (End of this chapter)