Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 252 One Person Can Stop Millions of Soldiers
After Magnus encouraged the soldiers, the dark cloud that came with the Chaos army became thicker. Obviously, the dark gods have set their sights on this place, expecting that mortals can help them outside the great game. place brings some joy.

The Chaos Warlocks felt the will of the gods, and desperately used the dark spells full of darkness and filth to tell the soldiers around them. Frenzy and madness filled everyone, and the pain from the Chaos marks engraved on their bodies made them understand. This matter must be resolved immediately, and the Chaos Gods can't wait.

This caused a change in the championship match that Eternal God Chosen Aisawa Kul originally planned to conduct, but it didn't matter. The blessings of the gods allowed him to meet the imperial man who held Gael Malaz high, Eternal God Chosen He is very familiar with him, because the dark gods have instilled this scene into their minds in dreams countless times. As long as they kill Magnus, they can enjoy endless glory in the Chaos Demon Realm.

The human position began to emit the sound of artillery, and the huge sound of eighty artillery pieces covered the roar of both sides. The shells the size of a human head flew towards the enemy's position driven by the gunpowder. The mortar projectile was still flying in the air, and under the acceleration of inertia, it slammed into the ground, and the explosive shell exploded from the inside, killing the enemy together with the explosion and the iron piece.

Thick smoke of black powder quickly appeared from the muzzle, covering the operator's field of vision, but they continued to load and adjust the trajectory under the command of the engineering scholar. Today, they can only win or die from the explosion, otherwise they will never do not retreat.

The appearance of shells seemed to be the horn of the battle between the two sides. The Kurgans began to charge with simple spears in their hands, and the chaotic sound of countless horses trampling on the ground appeared, followed by various mixed forces, and horns made of ox horns issued The drums made of human skin echoed in a low voice, and the drums made of human skin spread a terrifying rhythm under the beating of bones. The black clouds moved from the sky to the ground, and the tide swept towards the empire.

Imrik on Mortellius' back was waiting, and he had spotted the Eternal Chosen who charged into the battle. The muskets and crossbow bolts did not have the slightest effect on him, and Weiran's magic screen only made waves He stopped him, his eyes began to glow with flames, the earth began to howl under his feet, and the shadows of countless dead entangled behind him.

Grasping the heroic gun in his hand, Imrik planned to meet this eternal candidate, but Aisawa Kul had already spoken first. No one could understand his language, but the voice that could be conveyed around the battlefield could Let everyone understand what he is expressing,
"Magnus! Followers of the false gods of the south! The dark gods will crush your weak power and bring true glory to this world."

The intention of Eternal God's Chosen is obvious, that is to start a war confrontation, and he wants to behead the devout man's head and dedicate it to the dark gods when the two armies are at war.

The pious have no fear, and it will undoubtedly be a huge disaster for the Eternal God's Chosen to attack the position. On the human side, he is the only one who can match the strength of Aisawa Kur, but when he was driving the horse to move forward, he was caught by a hand stop.

"You're the coach. It's not suitable for you to show your face at the beginning. I'll do this kind of chore." Imrik twisted his neck and started to activate the temperature-raising function of the Conqueror's armor. Look at Magnus.

Before Magnus agreed, Imrik had already shaken the reins, and Mortelius, who was connected with his master, started to run. After speeding up for a few meters, he jumped over the line of halberds and landed on the ground covered with steel. on black ground.

A fiery figure started to charge towards the thousands of troops in front of him alone, as if what he was facing was not the chaotic army that brought countless disasters and destruction to the world, but a herd of animals waiting to be slaughtered.

"Is he crazy?" Geneviève's tone was full of surprise. She had never seen an elf who dared to charge the enemy's thousands of horses alone. In her knowledge, there were only a few people who had this ability. , such as the ancestor of the blood dragon, Ebolash.

"No, he's not crazy, it's just the confidence of the dragon lord." Ticlis, who is now serving as Magnus's magic advisor, said calmly. Seeing the back of the chaotic army charging alone, the archmage thought of an elf , the warrior who can drink away the big demon just by his name, the hero who brings hope to Ulthuan, the guardian Phoenix King Aenario who saves the world.

The archmage didn't say any more, and raised his staff high to prepare to release magic. The wind of magic here was so strong that it was unbelievable, which made the genius mage even more comfortable.

The first thing Imrik, who was charging alone, saw was a large group of Kurgan riders in simple leather armor. The semi-activated Spear of Heroic turned bright yellow, exuding scorching heat, and swung out a slash with his right hand. With a perfect arc, the spear pierced through the armor, turning the enemy into two pieces and falling off the horse.

The enemy on the left wanted to take the opportunity to attack, but his weapon was quickly cut off by the long sword, and then the flames followed the roar of the dragon and swallowed him up, turning him into a scorched corpse.

Mortarius carried Imrik on his back and rampaged through the enemy's positions, as if he had entered no man's land. Wherever the spear and sword went, only a piece of corpse was left, even if there were a few Chaos Knights who seemed to be well equipped He tried to stop him, but the head that fell to the ground in an instant showed that it was futile.

"This guy." Christophe swallowed in the distance, thankful he didn't pull out his weapon in front of Imric, otherwise he would have turned into a corpse now.

He began to chant prayers aloud, preparing to lead the White Wolf Knights into a hand-to-hand fight with the enemy. Enemy figures had already appeared on the flanks, and they needed to help the soldiers on the resistance line share the pressure.

"Ulric gave me the fangs of the wolf,
Ulric gave me the claws of the wolf,

Ulric gave me the fur of a wolf,

And I will show the mercy of the Wolf God to your enemies. "

The White Wolf Knight recited the death speech of the Ulric disciples to the enemy together with the great teacher, and the priests who were covered only with wolf fur cloaks let out howls of wolves, trying to make Ulrich focus on this place and inspire the soldiers They fought bravely.

The priest's prayer was answered, and the knights felt that their hearts were filled with the desire to fight. The believers of the wolf god could prove themselves only in battle, and the bloodlust was hard to conceal in their eyes.

The first cavalry confrontation in the Great Holy War began. Crowds of people fell in the middle of the battle. The power brought by the galloping horses made one mistake mean death. The White Wolf Knights did not rely on lances to gain some distance advantage, even After being hit by the enemy, he still wields the war hammer in his hand vigorously, and the shocking sound made when the collision all proves his bravery.

(End of this chapter)