Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 169 Return to Avalon

In the sky above the Dream Sea, it was not long before Teclis told Moras to release the maelstrom.

The magic communicator in Imrik's arms, who was riding on Minasnil, suddenly rang, and he took it out to answer it. A voice that was not familiar but had a deep memory came from it, and it was Alfonso.

"Imric, go and get rid of Moras, don't worry about things on the battlefield, Bellanar and I will send you back if necessary."

This is a one-way information transmission magic similar to a telegram. Hearing this news, the Dragon Prince couldn't help but smile. It seems that the people in the White Tower of Hess are not idiots, and they have paid close attention to Teclis, the future supreme Archmage, although I don't know why Alfonso would intervene in this matter, but I have a guarantee in my heart.

To be honest, I am not at ease with Teclis at all, especially when he uses the Moon Rod to attach the teleportation mark on himself, if Lilith uses some means during the period to get himself to other places, such as Athel Loren , or Bretonnia, this war may be won under the leadership of Randy and Tyrion, but it will inevitably suffer heavy losses, and Caledon will lose so many elite troops within a hundred years. Can't do anything.

"Full speed ahead, we need to get rid of that old hag as soon as possible." Imrik communicated with the high-level dragon princes around him with the magic props on his body. It was difficult to communicate effectively with his voice at high altitude. The tactical negotiation between them went smoothly.

In the early morning of the third day, after resting on the island halfway and replenishing some food, Imrik returned to Avalon not long after. The last time he came to save people, this time he came to kill people. The goal is to kill Du Luqi, but there is a slight difference in mentality.

"Hester, sense the area where the energy of the leylines flows." As all the dragons landed outside the dense forest of Avalon, the Dragon Prince immediately ordered his dragon mages to sense the location of Moras. Not far away is the Vale of Dian, the core area of ​​Avalon's leyline energy, where the Eternal Queen has lived for thousands of years.

The dragon mage Hester jumped to the ground, held up the dragon-headed staff made of mithril in his hand, and then inserted it into the ground. A qualified mage needs to be able to mobilize the energy in the leylines as one of the foundations for casting powerful magic .

After perceiving it for a while, Hearst said, "In the west, a steady stream of chaotic energy is gathering there."

He nodded to show that he understood. Under the leadership of Minasnir, the dragon took off again. This time it was also a military adventure. Imric had no idea how many people Moras had in Avalon, so he could only deal The impression of the Witch Queen's mother and son is used to speculate on the chances of success of this operation.

Malekith would not agree to dismantle the maelstrom, so Moras must have done it secretly with those chaos warlocks. According to his own speculation, it was Gorond plus some chaos troops at most, and he could only pray that there would be no accidents.

After flying for quite a while, Imrik saw a magic column that shot straight into the sky in the distance and was constantly impacting the maelstrom, but he didn't find it at a position a little further away. It is obvious that the location of the spell was carefully deployed. , making it difficult for others to discover what's going on here.

With amazing eyesight, carefully observing the situation in the distance, the two teams of men and horses continued to cast spells on a high stone platform, and the energy of dark magic gathered towards the magic pillar with the guidance of the warlock.

And the leading elf in avant-garde clothes is Moraes. Even if Imric has never seen this woman, even a person with a cemented heart like himself will feel an itching in his heart when he sees it, except for Mora. Well, it's hard to imagine anyone else with that kind of charm.

And around the magic circle, there are a large number of troops, the most elite should be the two Druzzi regiments holding spears and sharp swords. These people guard around the altar, and there are even more troops in other places. Huge followers of Chaos.

"Old guy, can you just rush into that altar?" Imrik asked his partner, even though he was a magic idiot, he could still feel the powerful chaotic energy emanating from the altar.

"It's a bit difficult, but you can try." Minasnil estimated the damage he would receive when he hit the altar. The altar was obviously used to hit the seal of the maelstrom. If the magician wants to shift the attack target, it will cost Some time to prepare, this time difference should be enough.

"Masno, Agthel and I will attack the altar, and others will attack those Druzzi and Chaos offal. The dragon mage is on standby at any time. If there is a portal, use the magic spell to close it immediately." The Dragon Prince ordered After giving the final instruction, there is no need for so many fancy tactics at this time, the charge is simple and clear, and the job is over.

And the people in the altar obviously noticed the movement from the dense jungle in the distance. After all, the movement of more than 20 giant dragons flying was too great, even a blind person could feel the strong sense of oppression.

During the flight, Imrik sounded the dragon's horn, and he wanted to let these Druzzi and Chaos know who killed them and smashed the weak, which is the specialty of the dragon lord.

A large number of crossbows began to shoot into the air, and in several places not far away, the Reaper ballista using barbed crossbow arrows had already aimed at the flying dragon. These Gorond soldiers reacted quickly.

Imrik ignored the siege arrows fired at Minasnil, these things were just toys to the old guy below him, unless it was a ballista like a dwarf with seals and shooting runes, it would be a little threatening.

Some of the warlocks in the altar stopped casting spells. Even if this would cause the spells to become unstable, they could still tell the difference between death now and death later.

Crimson fireballs, silver-white metals, dark arrows... all kinds of magic were launched towards the star dragon who was obviously the most threatening, and a blue-and-white magic barrier surrounded Minasnir, and the eternal vow began to take effect. But even the artifact made by the dragon trainer himself still cannot resist so many spells at the same time.

After the magic barrier made a crisp sound like glass shattering, a lot of projectile magic hit Minasnil's body.

Lao Mi felt the long-lost anger. When was the last time he was injured? The time when the dwarves pierced his abdomen with an enchanted ballista in the Battle of Longbeard, or the dragon horn that was broken when the elves were besieged by Nagareth during the Great Split.

But these are irrelevant. When dozens of black marks and wounds caused by magic appeared on its body, it took a deep breath, and the wind of Aegir began to condense in its chest.

(End of this chapter)