Chapter 819 The Actual Situation in the Bad Land

When he mentioned his mother, his impression was a little too vague. Imric shook his head.

"That's all, I really hope my mother can see Dracnir with her own eyes. Maybe with her here, everything in the palace will be different."

Speaking of this, the two fell into a state of silence.

Phyllis was the first to break the deadlock. She stopped rubbing and put her hands around His Highness's neck, feeling the familiar temperature carefully.

"If Madam knows your current achievements, she will definitely be happy."

"Perhaps, but it's still some distance away from making my father happy."

"Are you really planning to cooperate with the dwarves to attack Bafeng Mountain?"

"I have no choice. Only the dwarves can support me in Dragonbone Wasteland. Even if I want to give up this place, your grandfather will never agree."

The maid was silent. Knowing her grandfather's nature well, she understood that he was an Asur who insisted on the glory of the dragon prince in his heart. Once it came to Caledor's deepest dragon tradition, he would not hesitate to sacrifice his life.

"I really hope that you can be as stupid as them sometimes and put honor and tradition first."

"As a prince, the first thing I have to consider is the interests of the country, followed by honor and tradition."

The annoying bathing session lasted for a long time, so long that Masnot even knew what the prince was doing in the empire, and it took such a long time.

The champion warrior in the Badlands received a secret communication from the Dragon Father's faith channel. The liaison person was the current herald North.

Masno didn't even think about it and refused directly. He was not in the mood to go to the empire to participate in a banquet commemorating the victory of the great holy war.

Before the dragon horn was withdrawn, he had already made up his mind not to go anywhere but to stay in the bad land.

Damian habitually took out a pipe. Considering his size, this pipe looked like a wooden pole to ordinary people.

The barbarian lit the tobacco with a torch, took a deep breath, exhaled a mouthful of turbid smoke, and said with emotion,

"Well, as expected, after the fight, you have to smoke a cigarette and drink a sip of wine to enjoy life. What is more enjoyable than stepping on the enemy's corpse and drinking vodka."

After hearing this, Alaao's brows twitched unnaturally. When the teacher symbolically handed over the pipe and asked if he could take a few puffs, he waved his hand and refused.

This thing is very bad for the elves, but strangely, he found that some Caledo Azul were actually addicted to smoking, especially the Anaheim army headed by Masno, and even the mutts from the empire in batches. Receive high-quality tobacco produced by imported half-length people.

After scolding the brat for not being polite, Damian turned his hand and handed the guy to Masnow. The champion warrior did not dislike it at all, holding the pipe like a wooden rod to his mouth and taking a deep breath.

Regular use of the Blue Fury artifact made Masnuo's senses become a little cold. Under the bad persuasion of Mishan and others, he also became accustomed to using cigarettes to stimulate his brain.

This habit also indirectly affected many soldiers whose senses were damaged due to the plague of the Pestilen clan. Oliveira even bluntly said that she had no money and asked Damian for some golden high-quality tobacco.

This scene of people gathering to smoke only made Arao's brows jump. If Charis mentioned his impression of Caledo, there must be one thing, that is, he has a special preference for cigarettes.

After a brief enjoyment, Masno announced that he would clean up the battlefield. There was an encounter at night. An unknown greenskin war gang brought a never-ending waaagh to Caledor's outpost in the Badlands. .

The result is obvious. The elven army, which relied on its naval superiority to move its positions many times, made the greenskins confused about which direction to look for loot. They could only act like headless flies. Under the thoughtful guidance of the orc shaman, they headed west. I kept wandering around the border between the two badlands of South and South, hoping to find a particularly good pointy ear and get into a good fight.

The staff officer came to the headquarters with the post-war report. Looking at the smoke-filled scene, he naturally found something wrong. Ignoring Prince Charis's strange look, he handed the document to the champion warrior.

The staff department directly under the palace, since it is a department, must be composed of people. As a staff officer, I used to follow the champion warriors to fight mice. I have some of the same habits. Isn't it normal?

That's right, most of the members of the army led by Masnow were from the vanguard of the Lustria Snake-Rat Holy War.

They followed the champion warriors to station in Anaheim, and then came to the Badlands together. Their fighting habits have begun to evolve quite differently from those of the local army.

Masnot raised his eyebrows and flipped through the post-war report, exclaiming in disbelief,

"Twenty-seven people were injured? And they are all veterans? What are they doing, treating these goblin boys as fear lords, and risking their lives to compete for war glory?!"

The staff officer is a little embarrassed. When it comes to the characteristics of the army under the champion warrior, it can be said.

For a long time, as a party with a small number of people, Masnot has always adhered to the fuzzy calculation method of military merit. As long as you make no mistakes in the army and survive, there is no need to fight for honor with all your life. When you reach a suitable stage, you will naturally Will be arranged.

This kind of rule has good and bad consequences. It has kept people alive, but it has also made it difficult to get promoted. Fortunately, the emergence of the staff department has alleviated some performance pressure and can recommend some people with outstanding performance.

The staff officer explained, "In the process of fighting with the big orcs, they were overconfident in the new equipment and suffered some internal injuries..."

Masnot was very angry. Before the trip, he had informed his soldiers of the upper limit of the new equipment, which was the lack of resistance to blunt force blows at zero distance. After all, the inside was made of flesh and blood, and there would always be internal injuries after a violent impact.

"Transfer them to Sartosha to continue training, and each person will submit a review report to me. I will personally review the training results and report contents. If they are not up to standard, then continue training.

Don't treat the Badlands as a tourist attraction. The dangers here are no less dangerous than those in Lustria and Naggaroth. "

The staff officer solemnly accepted the instructions and prepared to look for these unlucky people with a feeling of schadenfreude.

After the post-war report, there was an endless bragging session. The headquarters camp was filled with a cheerful atmosphere that made Arao uncomfortable.

"Speaking of which, Felix seems to be very angry about the marriage between Annabelle and Elsarion. He has been secretly in love with Annabel for many years. After knowing that he was going to get married, he spent all day drinking at home looking for someone to complain to."

"He's such a coward. He doesn't dare to say a word when he stands in front of Annabel. He's already out of luck."

"…………"

The undisguised communication between Masno and Bruni lasted for a long time. Arao, who had just arrived here not long ago, did not dare to interrupt. Finally, when several big shots stopped talking and slurped their mouths to find something to drink, Charis The prince asked weakly,

"Shouldn't we be concerned about what the dwarves are doing?"