Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 162 War Trio

Dorian is leading the First Legion to the destination. After failing to track the Eternal Queen, he originally thought that the Witch King would execute him directly, but he didn't expect to let him go and continue to lead the First Legion , Although he didn't understand the Witch King's mind, Dorian, who had escaped, knew that if he disappointed the Witch King again, he would really die.

He led a vanguard army of thousands of people to the middle of the Finnoir Plain. According to intelligence, the Azul coalition army headed by Caledor seems to be planning to fight the Witch King here, but the Witch King did not reject the enemy. The provocation made the army march directly towards this place.

The journey went extremely smoothly. The Yrisians mentioned by his brother Julian did not appear. Azul seemed to have given up on this middle ground and chose to stick to the area close to the Dream Sea.

Dorian was riding a Cold One. As a general, he had the financial resources to buy those expensive alchemy medicines from Gorond to treat the fatal consequences of smearing the Cold One's venom, but if he lost the favor of the Witch King, he might not even This humble enjoyment will be lost.

Just as he was thinking about how to continue to gain the favor of the Witch King, a chariot appeared in his eyes. First, four tall horses with thick armor came into view, and then he saw the shape of the chariot On the strange chariot, a [-]-meter-tall man was wearing a thick plate armor made of fine steel, holding an exaggerated sword in both hands that ordinary people need to work hard to lift.

"Ogre? But this size seems a bit wrong." Dorian first judged the type of enemy. Generally speaking, only those chaotic warriors possess humanoid creatures of this size, but that person does not have the breath of chaos on him. The biggest possibility is the ogre, but this size is a bit petite for the ogre.

Dorian was not in a hurry, and raised his hand to order the soldiers to stop. He wanted to see if this was the enemy's trick. He had never seen a chariot charge an army of thousands of people.

After waiting for a while, two figures appeared behind the chariot, one holding a sword and shield, the other holding a halberd, both wearing dragon cloaks behind them, followed the ogre in front and began to charge. There was no one behind the three of them.

Dorian laughed ferociously. These Caledonians seemed to think that they could defeat Druzzi as easily as their ancestors did, relying on these three people?Even if the Great Demon of Khorne comes, he has to kneel here for me.

He began to order the Cold One knights to charge, and then one of them rushed to the ogre-like guy with the Soul Eater, and the Soul Eater couldn't wait to drink the blood of this guy.

The confrontation between the chariot and the Cold One immediately staggered. Dorian manipulated the Cold One to sprint from the side of the chariot, and then rode a spear at the ogre. As long as he pierced his abdomen, this guy would die here , Dorian wanted to see the painful expression of this ogre's internal organs after it flowed out from the abdomen, it must be a kind of enjoyment.

A big sword stopped the Soul Eater and made Dorian's attack ineffective, but it was not over yet. The big sword directly cut off the lance, and then in Dorian's eyes, the barbed sword The body is constantly approaching.

After Damian saw those black bean sprouts, he couldn't stop driving his horses forward. These thousands of people would definitely kill a lot, and Bulkelso's heirs would not be afraid of any challenge.

The barbarian holding two big swords saw those black bean sprouts riding ugly beasts and began to charge towards him. Although he didn't see this thing, he had heard from Caledonian that it was a kind of black bean sprout warrior riding The beast, bloodthirsty and cruel.

He saw the black bean sprouts wearing a crescent helmet charge towards him and raised his lance, and he chose to block it with his grandfather. He had absolute confidence in this treasure of the Arreat Mountains, after cutting off the crude lance with one blow , Driven by Damian's great strength and the chariot, the great sword beheaded Dorian's head.

The general of the First Legion didn't even want to understand why he died at the hands of an obviously stunted lower race.

After meeting the enemy, Demian let go of the reins and let the horses lead him wherever he went. He only knew that every swing of the weapons in both hands would take away the lives of a few black bean sprouts. Those inferior weapons and armor could not resist The steel of Mount Arreat.

Arrows rained down on the barbarians who were wantonly killing in Duluqi's position. Finally, the dark crossbowmen in the rear couldn't bear the fear in their hearts. They only saw that the ogre killed the leader Dorian as soon as he started charging. After beheading his head, he charged towards the inside under the traction of the chariot. Blood and wailing followed him in every corner of the position. Even those highly skilled black guards of Naggarond were nothing more than a sword in his hands. Wild dogs waiting to die.

Damian felt a little happy to kill. When the chariot was sprinting at high speed, the wind passed through the crack of the helmet and touched his skin. Even though the temperature here was much lower than the never-melting snow in the Arreat Mountains, this The familiar feeling still gave him a sense of excitement.

In his hands, the two great swords became a tool to spread death and fear, easily cutting the enemy in half or turning them into a pulp.

But something that made him feel uncomfortable appeared. The black bean sprouts hiding behind shot at him with a crossbow that could only tickle. The armor on Damian was the Immortal King suit obtained from the World Stone Fortress. The armor was as powerful as its former owner, Bulkasso, and the shooting of the crossbow bolts was meaningless except to make Damian more angry.

Wearing the armor of the ancestors, Damian felt a kind of humiliation. As the crossbow arrows hit the armor and made a tinkling sound, bloodshot eyes gradually welled up in his eyes. As a descendant of the Immortal King, he despised those enemies who shot arrows in the distance. Those crossbow bolts stained the glory of the ancestors.

Damian on the chariot let out a roar at the Truzzi who were holding crossbows. The loudness of the roar overwhelmed the chaotic battlefield and the movement of the horses raising their hooves and kicking the enemy's heads into pieces.

Drucci, who was his enemy, felt the ogre in front of him exude a sense of fear that he had never seen before. The man on the chariot was simply a demon.

The soldiers surrounding the chariot fell into hesitation. This guy was simply a bloodthirsty monster in human skin. Wherever he charged, he left only broken limbs and scarlet wreckage.

With a roar, Damian held the reins for the first time after entering the battle, and began to command the horses to rush towards the black bean sprouts who were shooting with crossbows. He only wanted to kill those who used arrows to tarnish the glory of their ancestors.

As the barbarians and horses charged, the two people behind also approached.

Mi Shan charges forward with the Storm Spire. This big sword is different from the long halberd, it is more suitable for melee on horseback, that is, it is more suitable for mowing grass.

The horse under him rushed into the enemy's position, and the sword of the Storm Spire began to emit electric currents. With every swing of Mi Shan's sword, the enemy would inevitably suffer double damage from physics and lightning, just like cutting wheat. No one can stop him from attacking.

Iron Wolf at the back shook his head helplessly, stopped his horse, and said to himself, "Why are you working so hard? What's the use of working for those sharp ears?"

But there was no ambiguity in the movement of his hand, the long sword in his right hand was raised upwards, and a red energy cluster appeared from the sword.

A moment later, an inward swirling red dark cloud vortex appeared in the sky, and under Du Luqi's desperate eyes, a flaming meteorite with a diameter of ten meters fell from the vortex.

(End of this chapter)