Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 187 Malekith's Resolution

Malekith's ashen complexion was very gloomy. The strength of Teclis on the opposite hill was somewhat beyond his expectations. Based on his knowledge of the few remaining descendants of Aenarion, the elf who fought against him was only two hundred years old. In his early years, he was able to dissolve most of his magic.

Under his own order, the Cold One knights led by Malus had already charged towards Caledor's flank, but they were stopped by an unknown army without much effect.

The Witch King put down his palm and dissipated the magic on it. Now he needs to make a difficult decision to let Gorond and Chaos Warlock stop fighting with the Saffrey Archmage Council and solve the two warships instead.

But if this is done, then the control of the wind of magic will be handed over. Asur's magic is terrifying, and he himself has a deep understanding.

He stood up and looked at the surrounding battlefield. With Caledonian's fearless will to fight, there was not much progress except that the hydra stepped into the battlefield at the beginning and achieved some effects.

There are corpses of elves and northern barbarians everywhere. Black dragons and manticores that fell from the sky are lying on the ground as decorations. There are countless black pits and siege arrows from the flames. The battle damage ratio is extremely ugly. Caledon is the most He has lost [-]% of his troops, and his side has already lost half of them.

Malekith clenched his iron fist and made a decision in his heart.

If I fail to be Lord of Ulthuan, then Ulthuan will burn in my wrath.

Teclis on the hill touched the cold sweat on his forehead. Only by fighting with the Witch King himself would he understand the horror of this old monster. If he persisted for a while, he might die here.

He put his empty left hand into the bag at his waist, and the stone with the mark of the flaming phoenix was even hotter than before, which only happened when he was next to the Asuryan holy fire.

Hidden in the Witch King's body, the never-extinguishing platinum flame is Teclis' trump card. As long as the holy fire in the Witch King's body is ignited, he can only escape to the Chaos Demon Realm to stop it from continuing to burn.

While contemplating how to get close to the Witch King, Teclis' originally calm face suddenly changed, and he suddenly looked up at the magical vortex that appeared when the two sides were fighting. The originally colorful clouds had turned black, and the blackened The magic vortex was the unknown crystal ball in the hands of the Witch King.

A mist-like ray of light appeared in the crystal ball and slowly connected to the magic vortex. After the magic vortex was dyed black, this precious artifact capable of controlling demons was split from the middle, and then the Witch King pinched it hard and turned into pieces .

Teclis knew what the Witch King was doing. He sacrificed the artifact and temporarily controlled the magic vortex. Behind the black clouds, he could vaguely see a scene like hell.

The red wasteland full of magma and blood was filled with swords, axes and hammers, and the white bones and skulls of various creatures were piled up into hills. The high tower built of brass had bright red metal decorations similar to the number 8.

He couldn't help shouting, and the voice was transmitted to every corner of the battlefield under the influence of magic, "Are you crazy? If Khorne notices this, the war between Azul and Druzzi will be meaningless. "

The Witch King's goal has always been to regain his phoenix throne, not to destroy Ulthuan like chaos, but who can predict what kind of twisted thing a person with thousands of years of resentment will turn into.

Malekith did not respond to Teclis's words, and began to guide the sorceress Gorond and the Chaos Warlock to expand and stabilize the portal leading to the Chaos Demon Realm. The energy released by the Archmage Council during the battle has been absorbed by the broken artifact. And this portal is about to form, and they have no way to close it.

Imrik, who was in the air, also noticed the movement above his head. When he saw the brass fortress, his pupils shrank. Khorne is not a weak chicken like Slaanesh. There is no comparison between the two. The most important one is Kabanha, the big devil who singled out several incarnations of the Eight Winds...

Thinking of this, Prince Long knew that it was time to start an adventure, otherwise it would be too late.

First, he ordered Ronin, who was staying on the Ardaeus Sacred Flame, to take his Sun Dragon to prepare to release the Suppression Stone, and then contacted Randy with a communicator, "Prepare to counterattack and move forward at all costs."

Just when he was about to order Damian and Iron Wolf to lead the charge, the dimensional door that was burning with blood had already opened, and the first thing that appeared was not Kabanha, whom Imrik found troublesome, but another more troublesome enemy .

Half of the huge demon's head was exposed with thick white bones, broken horns and fangs all over the shattered face, scars of various sizes were densely covered on the blood-red skin, and the huge broken wings on the back were firmly fixed by barbed iron chains. Holding the devil battle axes in each hand, they trampled on the ground and made a loud roar as soon as they came out.

A guy that Imrik least wanted to see appeared, the former most powerful demon of Khorne, the embodiment of fury, the exile-Scarbrand.

This guy's strength will definitely not be the kind that will die if he is poked in the eye socket by Malekith. It is no exaggeration to say that this Khorne lord needs the dragon lord to attack with the dark trio and the high-level dragon prince. It is possible to send it back to the Chaos Demon Realm.

Even the Dragon Prince, after seeing him, couldn't help but swear, "Marekis is a lunatic."

Leaving aside whether Malekith is a lunatic or not, Scarbudran did not slash all the creatures he saw when he came up as in the legend, but instead looked at Malekith who summoned him,
"Elf, you have an aura that disgusts me." Even though the tone may have been extremely restrained in Scarbrand's eyes, the people around him sounded like an announcement of the death of the Witch King. The roar is full of killing intent.

"Even as an exile, I think you should be able to tell the difference between the head of a wizard who summoned you and the tens of thousands of heads present here." The Witch King sat back on the Iron Throne. Lift it up with all your strength, so that he can see the bloodthirsty madman on an equal footing.

"A place full of blood and heads." After Malekith emphasized this, Scarbrand raised his head and let out a roar, spraying flames of anger from his mouth. The target was obviously the flying dragon in the sky .

The flames appeared in the mouth of the bloodthirsty madman like magma, and instantly hit a Lieyang dragon that had no time to dodge.

The giant dragon let out a wail. Even the flame resistance of the Caledor dragon could not resist the demonic flames composed of anger. When most of the dragon's side was burnt black and fell powerlessly, the low-pitched sound of the dragon's horn The call restored some energy, and he barely opened his wings to glide towards the rear position.

(End of this chapter)