Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The sky was the quilt and the ground was the bed. The two of them carried their mounts on their backs and did some happy things in a corner.

Places full of vitality will always make people feel strangely impulsive. Even if the palace is majestic and tall, it cannot control the free mind.

Only when you intuitively feel the vastness of the world can you understand your own insignificance, so you should seize the time to do things you like.

Imrik felt his waist was a little sore when he woke up from a few hours' sleep. He glanced at the rocks behind him and found that they were all shattered.

No wonder there is always an item for furniture purchase in the palace account book. With this kind of fighting power, who can withstand it.

When she was thinking about whether to go back to Val Church to customize a high-strength iron bed, Adila came over with a wooden bowl in her hand, her smile as bright as a flower, as warm as spring,
"Wake up, let's eat something."

"Don't get me some vegetable soup. It's enough to fool Drachnir into not being a picky eater. If you have to drink these things when you go out, you might as well live in the military camp." Despite his tough words, Imric still took the wooden bowl and found that it was There were several pieces of meat, which looked like rabbit meat.

Adila watched her husband finish the soup in two gulps, then took out the food held in the lotus leaf, intending to replenish his body. She had gone too far last night and was shaking a little when walking.

But it seemed that Imrik was fine with this. He swallowed the rabbit's head in one gulp and seemed to still have the strength to continue.

How about not going into the city today?

Feeling a little shaken by the thoughts in her heart, Adila quickly squeezed her arm and reminded her to calm down. It is embarrassing enough to do such a thing in the wild. You are the princess of Tyron Locke and you are still the heir to the prince. You cannot do this kind of thing. Don't pick up some things.

When he noticed that Adira's face was turning green and white, and she seemed to be thinking about something in her mind, Imrik spit out the most unpalatable spine and said directly without thinking,

"Have you been sent to Aurora Theater for further training? Why have you changed your face?"

Adila calmed down, and it turned out that the emotion she felt yesterday was all wrong. The foul-mouthed prince still looked the same, and he hadn't changed at all.

Picking up the garland that she had placed deliberately yesterday, she walked towards the horse. Only the sound and the back appeared in Imric's heart.

"Hurry up, you have no sense of time at all, you are such a lazy fool."

Imrik secretly wondered why this woman was so crazy. She was angry with him so early in the morning. She really didn't regard her husband as Asul. She pretended to be a mature and steady prince's wife in front of others, but she turned into a little shrew when she got home.

He's obviously less than two hundred years old, so why are he pretending to be aloof?

Picking up the clothes scattered nearby, he put them on leisurely. Fortunately, although the clothes looked quite simple, they were of good quality. Otherwise, he would not be able to withstand the strength of the mad woman, who would grab and pull her.

Compared with the intimate interaction between the two masters, the relationship between Mortellius and the lady seemed extremely sincere. They were walking around the grassland to compete with each other to see who could be faster. As a result, they ran all night and were lying on the lakeside panting and drinking water.

Imrik, who came to Mortellius, saddled his mount and asked the important person in charge,

"Why are you in such a hurry today? You asked me to bring my bank card. I'm afraid your little coffers are not enough." "As a prince, do you still want me, a princess, to pay for your trip?" Addie said. Rolling his eyes, there is really no way to save this emotional intelligence. If you put some thought into interpersonal communication, you won't have to communicate with most people in other kingdoms based on their status except Tyrion.

She didn't show off and explained today's itinerary.
"There is an auction in Ariel tonight. I heard that there will be a lot of good things in this auction."

Imric stepped on the saddle and said smoothly, "Open or underground?"

I have no interest in the public auction at all. The rags leaked from the palaces of various kingdoms can arouse everyone's praise. The cloak that the wise king once used on the battlefield may have been modified from bedsheets, and it also brought Touching the remaining warmth of the Phoenix King.

There are some pretty good things in the underground auctions, such as legal slave trade, some magic items that are prohibited from circulation, or more obscure business situations and relationships.

But if you want to buy these things, you can't just rely on gold leaf coins. Some buyers will name what they need, and those who don't have it can only watch.

"Underground, and openly, do we two have the right identities to enter? Moreover, would you be interested in the things of Elion's palace?"

"The temples of a thoroughbred horse. I really don't know how this thing can be sold for tens of thousands of gold leaf coins. If I go back and look for junk in the palace basement, I should be able to take care of the entire auction."

"For example." Adira didn't know much about what was in the palace basement. She had only seen some trophies captured by previous princes on the outside. The inner space needed to be opened by Imrik himself.

"For example, Malekith's sword Avanir when he was the Prince of Nagaryth, and the Destroyer fragment I captured in Fennuvar." Seeing his wife's disbelieving look, Imric wanted to satisfy his inner desire. Vanity, name a big treasure,

"Or Aenarion's winged helmet."

"Don't lie to me, hasn't the dragon armor been repaired?" Adira was full of doubts. Everyone knew that the Aenario dragon armor had been repaired and was taken by Tyrion to fight in all directions.

The value of this artifact has finally been proven recently. It is so tough that even siege ballistas cannot penetrate it.

"It's not the dragon-armored winged helmet you imagined, it's the general's armor that Aenarion used before he became Asuryan's Chosen God." Imrik spoke of the past with a little nostalgia, but his tone was slightly Ridicule,

"Back then, the ancestral dragon tamer gave Aenarion two treasures, one of which was dragon armor. The Phoenix King happily changed into new equipment, and took the legendary star dragon Indragunir to find Khorne The big devil challenged me to a duel, and all my previous equipment and armor were left in the locker room.”

"This is..." Adira felt an invisible drop of sweat appear on her forehead. Thinking of the performance of Tyrion, who was known as Aenarion alive, this seemed very reasonable, but she noticed Imrik's words. one of the things.

"So the sword is also in the palace basement."

"It was stolen. The rebellious Vaal priest not only saved Malekith's life, but also stole a lot of things while taking advantage of the chaos. He was called a hero by the respected Witch King." Speaking of the Vaal priest. , Imric didn’t even want to mention his name.

The result was also very fitting. Malekith was captured after his defeat, thrown into a volcano and used by the Dragon Prince as a tool to vent his anger.

Looking at Adira who stopped because of surprise, Imric smiled and said,
"It's just a handful of rags. Now Caledo is available as much as it wants. Rather than these meaningless reputations, let's focus on what we can use." (End of Chapter)