Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 170 Moras' Magic
The purple-red flames mixed with the sizzle of electricity rushed towards the altar, and the target was very clear, and that was Moras.

Even when he was angry, Minasnir could still clearly judge who was the greatest threat, as long as she was killed, most of the mission had been completed.

The legendary Star Dragon's angry breath was much faster than normal. The warlock on the altar only saw the flames from the giant dragon that covered half of his vision, like the torrent after the collapse of the reservoir, swift and majestic.

Several high-ranking female sorceresses of Gorond stopped in front of Moras. They could feel that the central area of ​​breathing was on Moras, and they had no other choice but to protect the witch queen.

If Moras died here, even if she did some small tricks without Malekith's knowledge, these servants who survived would be punished by the Witch King most cruelly.

The barriers of several female sorceresses made Moras seem like a chick with several layers of eggshells on the outside. After the two female sorceresses on the outermost periphery were burned to ashes by their breath on the spot, the flames finally ended when the inner layer was about to lose its hold.

But what followed was something even more terrifying. Imrik had already raised the star lance, and the target was Moras. As long as this woman was killed, it would definitely reduce a lot of trouble .

Moras, who was holding up Caladine's wand to cast a spell, felt a little helpless. The matter of dispelling the maelstrom was not as simple as imagined. She originally wanted to rely on 4000 years of experience in impacting the maelstrom and Nakali's internal resonance. Quick release.

However, after the 4000-year mistake at the White Tower of Hoeth, a large number of defensive magic circles were deployed on the periphery of the maelstrom. Even from the perspective of the Queen of Witches, a spellcaster who has lived for thousands of years, these Azul are simply insane .

She estimated that there were at least eighteen layers of defensive barriers on the periphery of the maelstrom. With so many warlocks gathered in Avalon these days, they only broke through three layers.

If you want to quickly dispel the defensive magic of the maelstrom, you must obtain relevant information inside the White Tower of Hoeth, otherwise it can only be said to be too difficult.

Putting down Caladine's wand, the Mother of the Witch King looked at Imrik and Minasnil who were attacking her, and there was a little nostalgia in her eyes. After all, the partner under the Dragon Prince is now Indragnir The heir of the witch, but the Queen of Witch did not show any mercy because of this relationship.

The wand in his hand guided the chaotic energy of the magic circle, and a torrent of pure darkness shot towards Minasnir's head.

"Get out of the way." Imrik saw that Moras stopped casting spells on the magic circle, knowing that he would be attacked by a powerful spell, and he paid close attention when the black light began to emerge from Caladine's wand.

But the size of the giant dragon is really too big, even though Minasnil has moved his head to the side, the sharp horns that look like a crown are still affected, and what is more deadly is its wings.

The right wing of the giant dragon was destroyed by the torrent of magic to create a black hole the size of half a man. Even the initial dragon saddle could not resist the energy cannon from the energy of the Avalon leyline.

But this is not over yet. After seeing that Minasnil was only slightly injured, Moras continued to gather the energy of the earth veins. Can get rid of this shining star dragon.

She is very familiar with this method of casting spells. Those big toads in Lustria rely on the giant network of spiritual veins to move mountains and divert rivers. She didn't expect to experience it in Ulthuan this time.

Thinking of this, the Witch Queen licked her dry lips due to casting spells for several days. It had been a long time since she had experienced the blood bath using the Yaoxing Dragon as a raw material. Although this time did not achieve the expected effect, this Caledon kid Gave yourself a great gift.

And Imrik felt that the dragon under him was going mad. Even Minasnil, who had lived for thousands of years, would still obey his primitive nature. If he dared not fight, the dragon would definitely not be able to Ancient times occupy the position of world hegemony.

But now this situation is not the time for you to be reckless, increase the degree of dragon transformation of your body, pick up the dragon horn and play it, you must make this old guy sober, and keep all the dragons away from the altar, Moras leaned on The magic turret transformed by the energy of the leylines is simply unreasonable. The eternal oath, the initial dragon saddle, and the magic resistance of Minasnir itself are all pierced with a big hole immediately, and placed on other dragons, that is, giving away the dragon head .

"Minasnir wake up!"

"All dragons stay away from the location of the altar!"

Relying on the horn of the dragon, Imrik passed on the information respectively. After his understanding of the dragon's thinking became deeper, the ways of using the horn of the dragon became more diverse, and forcing this guy to wake up was just one of them.

After hearing the deep sound of the dragon's horn, Minasnir finally came to his senses. Seeing Moras who raised his wand again, he knew that he could not continue to approach, and when the dark torrent appeared again, he accelerated his flapping wings Start shifting speed.

The torrent of magic and the giant dragon brushed past the scales, and Yaoxinglong could feel the tingling of chaotic energy in the damaged skin of its forelimbs.

"Throw me down, you go to support the others, let Masno and Agthel jump off the dragon to fight."

After seeing this situation, Imrik thought that he still couldn't rely on the giant dragon mang, because his size was too big and he wasn't sensitive enough, which was a common problem of giant beasts.

But as long as you jump into the altar and fight, slaughtering these Druzzi sorceresses and chaos warlocks by yourself is like killing chickens.

Holding the star cavalry spear with his right hand, he took out the heroic spear tied behind the dragon saddle with his left hand, kicked his legs hard and jumped towards the altar.

After Imrik left the dragon saddle, Minasnil turned around and flew backwards, then raised his head and roared, telling Masno to jump off the ground to fight with Agthel.

In mid-air, the Dragon Prince spotted a Chaos Warlock who was casting a spell on him. He was wearing a cloak made of Manticore skin, and he had two extra eyes on his forehead. He was holding a dead tree trunk eroded by Chaos. Dozens of silver-white prism-shaped metal cones flew towards him under the spell.

"Just right, you can try that trick." Imrik, who saw the metal torrent approaching, did not panic, and stabbed the heroic spear falsely, and the flames began to pour out from the tip of the spear, and the flame wave surrounded the whole person, forming a A falling flaming fireball.

After the floating spell was put into use, the Dragon Prince asked Ronin to give his boots an adjustable gravity spell for this moment.

The Chaos Warlock only saw that the elf holding two guns in the sky turned into a mass of burning meteorites, impacting towards him at several times the normal falling speed.

(End of this chapter)