Chapter 312 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 Rascal, but walked slowly around him as if chatting.

"We each have our own choices."

After hearing this, the mysterious man stopped his casual steps slightly, raised his sword flat, and said to the soldier, "Soldier, your name is forgotten, but those who are forgotten cannot sing loudly."

"Raskol."

The soldier didn't know what this mysterious man was planning to do, so why didn't he panic at all? If this guy was from Caledor, he wouldn't have done such a thing. The military regulations clearly stated that anyone who breaks into the military camp without permission would If you do not obey the patroller's instructions, or if you do 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 Rascal a brief pause. Judging from past experience, any employer would not care how many mercenaries died. After all, these people were only used to do dirty work, but Dragon Prince Zhu Dis's words echoed in his mind.

"Of course, my registration form has been forwarded to the archivist. Those grumpy guys will definitely kill you first."

Imric was stunned when he heard the soldier talking about the archivist, and then he understood what it meant. Those elderly dragon princes were not easy to talk to. Because of their duties, many things were directly related to him. , resulting in a slight error in the unseen document.

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 Caledorian soldier at the head immediately said in a cold voice in Elvish,

"Explain your identity!"

Seeing the reinforcements coming, Rascal slowly backed away, fearing that the iron hooves of these war horses would trample him. Next, he would see this mysterious man turned into flesh. He still thought about breaking into the military camp. It must be from the Empire.

"Alfred, you're all right. It seems you've been doing well during my absence."

The Elvish language that Raskol didn't understand came from the mouth of the mysterious hooded man. This made him stunned. Could this guy really be a Caledor Elf? But with how much these reckless men worshiped their prince, it didn't seem like it. Will 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 the air and fell into Alfred's arms. Imrik, who pulled down his hood, said to his soldiers,

"You are better than Judith. Last time my face was exposed, but he still asked me for documents."

Alfred put down his lance and shield, and slowly pulled out the sword with trembling hands. The familiar smell of sulfur emerged from it, and tears filled his eyes. No one knew what happened to the Caledonians during this time. What survived was the mysterious disappearance of the spiritual pillar Dragon Lord and the legendary Shining Star Dragon in a distant and unfamiliar cold frozen land. Even though Masnuo repeatedly stated that the prince was not in danger, 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.

"We sincerely invite the Dragon King to return."

Imrik was stunned by these words. Good boy, this guy can't be a prophet who specializes in the wind of heaven. When he returned to Caledo, he found that the Dragon Palace had become a doghouse, and he was furious. Next, summon 100,000 troops to knock down the Phoenix Royal Court.

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 am very interested in this boy. 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 disappeared. An unprecedented atmosphere of joy emerged from the camp. The logistics officer responsible for providing meals directly stated that today In the evening for supper, 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, who was kicked, didn't pay attention, and just wiped his tears. He got 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.

He sat back on the familiar chair, looked around, and found that his designated regent, Masnot, was not there, so he asked what was going on.

"Where's Masnuo? The Great Holy War is almost over for half a month. Hasn't he finished handling the matter yet?"