Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 175 Ancient and recent hatred
After Prince Caledoron won the victory, the originally calm Sea of ​​Dreams began to stir up waves, with waves crashing against the cliffs, as if all the gods were praising this man's bravery.

With the cheers of the sons of Ulthuan and the lapping of the waves, Druzzi fell into the same situation as Azul just now, that is, silence.

But soon there was a way between them, and encouragement and appreciation appeared on this fighter.

A Druzzi who was driving a Cold One chariot appeared in front of the formation, and the attendant next to him was holding a Hydra battle flag, obviously the nobles of Krakalond.

He got off the chariot, took the Hydra battle flag from his attendant, and walked towards Masno, "I remember you, Dragon Prince Masno, you killed my father in the previous war."

"I am Vraks of the Calamity of Hell family, and I am the one who beheaded you." The nobleman of Krakalund planted the battle flag on the ground. This battle has become a battle of honor. He will fight with Drucci The flag of one of the six major cities serves as a symbol.

Imrik, who was watching from the spot on Mortellius, nodded to Elvis and asked him to hand over the fire dragon flag to Masnow in the open space. This championship match became more and more interesting. The ancient and newly added hatreds can't wait to be resolved at this moment.

Elvis took the flag from the flag bearer, and then the horse galloped to Masnow's side, and solemnly put the fire dragon flag in his hand.

The flagpole made of steel made a thumping sound when it was inserted into the ground. It faced the Hydra battle banner of Krakalond. The loser would be taken away by the enemy, which was a great shame for the family.

"Masnow, son of Beard Jean." With the final exchange over, Masnow assumed a fighting stance.

The horn sounded again, and under the eager eyes of tens of thousands of people, the two started a real duel, not the kind of playfulness just now.

Vraks used a heavy single brittle knife instead of the sword shield that the nobles of Drucci used well. Judging from the clean movement of swinging the knife to Masino's fatal vital point, it was obvious that he had accepted Hargansi's attack. The executioner's training.

There were bursts of wailing when the single crisp knife was swung, as if countless souls were imprisoned in it. After Vraks beheaded hundreds of Chaos prisoners of war, he used their hearts as the material for the furnace fire, and the blood quenched the knife. Souls are trapped in the knife under dark magic.

When hitting the shield Masno raised, a gray and white phantom face appeared like smoke, driven by magic, trying to break through the fragile wooden dragon pattern shield.

But this shield seems to be like a wall of sighs, and it prevents these undead from breaking through when they lament the fate of being imprisoned here.

Masnow did not choose to actively attack, but chose a more conservative fighting style, and figured out Flax's fighting style little by little.

Bilan Fury just pushed back the opponent who got too close, and his whole body was under the protection of the shield.

"Facing me, how can a coward like you kill my father!" Vraks was very angry at Masno's tortoise-like fighting style. He knew that he was gradually losing the wind, and his combat experience was too different. Although it seemed that he was suppressing the Dragon Prince in front of him, the rhythm of the battle fell into the hands of the enemy.

Every time the shield blocked the attack of the Wrathful Soul Sword in his hand, the icy long sword would stab out immediately, making it impossible for Vraks to take advantage of the victory and continue to attack. If he used it for a long time, his physical strength would be exhausted quickly.

"Then as you wish." Masnow behind the shield responded to Vlaks, the ice crystal holy sword hidden behind the shadow emerged with cold air, and the moment he finished speaking, the cold magic blade ignored the five-meter-long distance, draws a semicircle in space.

A mark appeared on Vraks' neck, the blood had been solidified, and the whole person stood holding the single crisp knife high, like a sculpture standing in place, the sharp-eyed elf had already seen that his hair and eyebrows were covered with ice slag .

After killing Vraks with a single blow, Maslow didn't even look him in the eye, walked up to the hydra banner behind his opponent, and swung his sword again.

The ice crystal greatsword cut off the steel flagpole, and the flag fell slowly in front of the two armies, and the crisp echoes when it hit the ground were reflected in everyone's ears.

After cutting off the enemy's army flag, Masno didn't even pick it up as a spoil. He stood still and continued to look at Druzzi's army.

"Vani, Vani!"

Obviously this battle has become a ring battle with his participation, and he has the confidence to defeat any enemy.

The Caledonian soldiers behind him were also encouraged, and they raised their right hands together with the dragon lord, shouting in unison, "Vani, Vani!"

For a while, the battle roar covered all the sounds, and Imrik was waiting. If Malekith did not follow the rules and prepared to attack directly, he must first bring Masno back, and then blow his dog's head.

But the Witch King didn't have the slightest timidity about this championship duel. With the movement of his big steel hand, a powerful spell had been cast on Julian Poison Blade.

Malekith felt the power of Masno's great ice crystal sword, and perhaps some suitable means were needed to allow him to dedicate that artifact to the monarch of all elves.

With the spell cast over, sitting on the Iron Throne carried by dozens of strong slaves, the Witch King said to his champion, "Julian, bring me victory."

Julian felt a layer of extremely strong protective magic appearing on his body. The armor made of the Midnight Armor as a template was as powerful as the prototype and could ignore many injuries.

"Yes, I will dedicate the head of the enemy warrior to you."

The two long knives in his hands rubbed against each other, and Julian was not happy in his heart. Even if winning this championship might allow him to stand on Malekith's right hand like Kuran and win the supreme honor, but he For some reason, there was still no joy.

"Maybe I know what I want at all." Julian laughed at himself for a moment, then rode his horse and walked to the middle position facing the battle roar of the Caledonians.

After Julian appeared, Imrik could clearly feel the anger of everyone behind him, especially the veteran Randy beside him. He had already put his hand on the sword, and he barely restrained himself by stretching out his hand to signal.

After the elf named Itaris defected, he was investigated for a series of things in Ulthuan, including murder, frame, and cover...

Even if he was thrown into the holy flame of Asuryan and became the Phoenix King, he was charged with the unforgivable crimes. Everyone knew that he was the one who murdered the Eternal Queen and the Dragon Prince.

(End of this chapter)