Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 1095 Human Body Transformation

"Who are we waiting for?"

The confidant asked, causing Asaniel, who was whistling and waiting at the port, to turn around and ask, "Who do you think is qualified to let the commander of the Royal Navy wait in a port where no one is around?"

The confidant was excited for a moment, could it be that His Majesty the Phoenix King had returned to the old world after a long time?

In order to show respect to His Majesty, the confidant tightened his hem and carefully adjusted his collar. There was no hairspray, so he had to spit into his hands to make his long hair, which was very hard in the sea breeze, smoother...

"Stop it, it's not Imrik."

The confidant smiled awkwardly and stopped stroking his greasy hands, "Is it Prince Atila? Or the warlord Issarion?"

"Who is in charge of the Royal Navy."

The commander-in-chief's question made the confidant feel confused and asked in confusion,

"Dragon Lord?"

"Do you think Imrik has the energy to pay attention to the Royal Navy wandering around the world while dealing with a lot of troubles in the Phoenix King's Court, especially the tattered files of the three spirits recognizing his rule?"

The confidant shrugged and thought so. It is indeed unnecessary for the Phoenix King to personally investigate a local merchant organization.

"So it's His Highness Draknir, but he just got married. I've never seen a prince who would run to the Old World when faced with the two things of coronation and marriage."

"If your father is the Phoenix King, your mother is a prince, and the strongest dragon in Ulthuan is your guardian, you can be more casual than Draknir."

The confidant didn't know how to respond for a while. Originally, Asarnir was quite serious when he served as the general of Caledor's Rest. After leaving the constraints of the Ulthuan environment, it was like a dragon who found his nature. He would say a few words about everything.

"Maybe... my father can't, but you can. I don't mind treating you as my real father."

Asarniel glanced at his confidant, knowing that he was joking, and said, "Draconil has no children now. I can introduce you to an adopted son of the Caledor family. It's not shameful anyway."

"Why didn't I know that the family had adopted sons?"

Asarniel didn't even turn his head. When his confidant turned around and bowed nervously, he teased, "It's to help you solve the problem. Everyone knows that Atila is going crazy for her grandson, of course, including Imrik."

"Perhaps I should report to the Admiral of the Navy to condemn a royal The charge of disrespect. "Draconil waved his hand to signal the senior officer he had never met before not to be nervous, and walked to Asarniel's side, "Although I know that even my father will become the object of your ridicule." "After all, I have known him for many years, since Imrik had a crush on the dragoness." "Dragoness, I hope it means literally." "Of course, do you think Imrik, like you, has known how to find a woman since childhood?" Draconil's shrug expressed his speechlessness. He was often ridiculed by a group of elders, especially for being too early to know that women are much more important than dragoness in some aspects. "Well, then you should also understand how to investigate the Merchants' Union. I am curious about one thing, why the cold-hearted Deathfang would find you as an ally. "Asarniel's smile could not be concealed. This was something he was proud of. Even if the dragons were revived on a large scale, Deathfang would still be the strongest group of dragons except the Star Dragon. The commander-in-chief stroked his cheek and said shyly, "Maybe it's because I'm more handsome. This is known to everyone in the Kaledo people, and the dragons should know it too."

Two contemptuous eyes passed over Asarniel's face. In order to change the atmosphere between the two big men from teasing to serious business, the confidant changed the topic rather stiffly.

"Your Highness, are you coming to the Old World to deal with the Merchants' Union? I have to say that this is a necessary measure. From our preliminary search alone, Os Island has kept tens of thousands of slaves underground..."

"No, he was just accompanying his newlywed wife on her honeymoon and happened to encounter this incident."

Asanil's revelation made Draknir a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and said seriously, "Don't misunderstand the prince's actions at will. The most important purpose of my coming to the Old World is to inspect the land under my rule. If I am ignorant of the territory, how can I be a monarch?"

"Well, you are very similar to Imrick in this regard. You always like to make up some reasons to cover up the embarrassing situation."

Long Lin slowly came to His Highness. Gerald was wearing naval armor. From his appearance and temperament, he was no different from the officers and soldiers who were searching.

"Your Highness, we found some information about human body modification. Well... the situation is a bit bad."

He glanced at Assanil, not knowing whether to explain it on the spot.

Asaniel smiled casually, "Gerald, can't you even trust me?"

"No, this is just my duty. The area you are responsible for is the military, and I will ensure that any information flowing from my hands will not threaten Caledor."

Draconil stopped the two old friends from joking, "Go ahead, I'm very curious about this."

"The initial judgment is that it should have some connection with the ratmen... The breeding pigs mentioned by the slave traders are not like Druzy as we expected in advance, but only greatly increase the probability of fertility."

The head of the dragon scale took out two pieces of paper magic images. The special magic matrix will turn the pigment into what the user sees.

As soon as Draconil took it, he felt a little nauseous.

In the dim room, a woman lying on a large wooden bed, her limbs were obviously atrophied, her eyes were dull and she looked at the ceiling. Her body was covered only by a piece of linen. From the obvious protruding outline of her lower body, the woman's pelvis was very wide...

Asaniel took a few glances and commented nonchalantly, "It seems that they still have some humanity. At least they know to cover themselves with a piece of rag. If they were rats, they might have been thrown into the garbage dump, letting the tools of wealth eat the flesh of the skinny baby."

As Draknir expected, Sartosa is too far away from Ulthuan and too close to the Old World. It may be difficult for the ratmen to penetrate and dig holes in a physical form, but the endless temptations are enough to make many people regard rodents as friends.

His Royal Highness returned the image to Long Lin, and turned to ask the Admiral of the Navy in charge of this matter, "What do you think?"

"I need to evaluate the life form of these slaves. If they are no different from ordinary people, they will be sent to the border princes to be responsible for the collection of supplies for the navy..." Asarniel shook the drawings in his hand and said, "But this technology is indeed very attractive. Don't you want to consider it?"

"No, I can't be sure whether there is a shadow of Tzeentch behind this. Of course, more importantly, the disgusting actions of these merchants make me feel sick."

Asarniel put away the drawings. The Dragon Prince did not appear in Sartosa. Under the instructions of the court, the Admiral of the Navy investigated and cleaned up the Chamber of Commerce that intended to subvert the country, and this drawing was a good evidence.

The intention was obvious, so that people from all sides knew that even if the Dragon Prince was in the distant Ulthuan, he could still control the situation of any land.

When Draknir turned around and prepared to leave, Asarniel reminded, "Talk to Davion when you have time. The things he caused in Tyrell are not much simpler than Sartosa." (End of this chapter)