Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 254 Confrontation and Destiny

When Imrik confronted the demon prince, the spell Teclis had prepared for a long time had been released.

On the left side of the battlefield, the orange magic vortex began to blow freely with the wind, and a phoenix with a wingspan of 30 meters appeared in the sky above the battlefield, swaying particles of starlight from its lifelike feathers.

The phoenix spread its wings, raised its head and let out a clear and clear song unique to birds, and swooped forward. The places it reached along the way melted steel, scorched flesh, and left flame marks on the black hard soil. It sprinted 200 meters Mi Zhiyuan gradually disappeared.

Teclis' magic caused a discontinuity in the enemy's formation, and the halberd soldiers could feel the pressure in front of them gradually shrinking. After killing the enemy in front of them, they would not immediately pick up the second or third as before.

The people around all stared at this miraculous spell with wide eyes. Even the female vampire who has walked the world for hundreds of years and thinks she has seen enough is the same. Comparable to several rounds of salvos from Imperial artillery.

And judging by the way he continued to raise his staff, it seemed that he still had the ability to cast spells. Azul was really terrifying.

Teclis, who was riding on the horse, remained silent. Although he enjoyed the adoring gaze, after all, there would be no elves in Ulthuan to compliment him, but now was not the time to care about fame.

An archmage who does not need to compete with the enemy for control of magic, this is Teclis' position in this war, and the magic fortress comes into play.

The petrified body of the life system made the halberd soldiers stronger, the blood of the earth healed the injured soldiers, the metal system's destruction molten stream fell from the sky, countless silver-white metal pendants pierced the body, and the heavenly system's blue ball lightning kept on Swimming, harvesting the life of the enemy.

He doesn't seem to care about the backlash effect brought by the wind of magic at all. The ability of one person is already comparable to that of an army.

Magnus, who was staying by the side, saw the amazing power of Teclis, and secretly made up his mind that after the war, he would desperately establish an official mage organization to meet all the requirements of Teclis, just to make up for the empire's lack of magic. vacancy.

Crowds of enemies fell under the magic of Teclis, but more enemies will fill up the vacancy, which seems to be mocking the overreach of the coalition forces of order. Even with the support of magic, it is just a futile move .

The halberd soldiers in the first row began to fall, and the magic delayed them for some time, but it did not save their lives. The Kurgans charged overwhelmingly, often taking the life of an imperial man before they died.

Under the command of the captain of the empire, another row of halberd soldiers entered the battlefield. Swordsmen with sharp swords and shields mixed among them, providing close cover for their comrades in arms. The rider who pierced through the sword hole and fell off the horse was immediately killed by the enemy who charged later. Rows of soldiers were constantly resisting forward, fighting the enemy hand to hand.

In this era when gunpowder has not been officially established as a national weapon by the empire, only the desperate bravery of everyone can drive the danger out of the land on which they live. The empire was established when it was still in the tribe, in Sigma They were hammered out under the leadership of the leader, and the bloodiness did not disappear from them.

In the very center of the battlefield, Imrik's location has become an open space. Since the demon prince who turned into a dead dog was thrown away, this place has become a restricted area.

The war horses staggered past each other, staring at each other with those eyes, intending to find some advantages for the riders on them.

The clanging sound of weapons waving could be heard endlessly, just like the war horses below, the two riders were also looking for each other's weaknesses.

Immediately after the two missed each other, Imrik spun the Spear of Heroism so that the head of the spear faced the rear, and stabbed at the Eternal God's Chosen sideways. It was extremely deadly, and the two blades that had been opened went straight into the back of the Eternal God's Choice.

But to become the God of Eternity, he must not be hit by such a "little trick". Aisawa Kur turned his body, and the battle ax blessed by the four gods immediately blocked the heroic spear, and manipulated the horse to prepare to face it again Confrontation.

The sharp blade of the spear hit the ax twice. With the tacit understanding with Mortarius for many years, Imrik had already completed the turning action, raised his hands and turned the spear over.

The Spear of Heroism drew sparks on the axe, stretched out its body again, raised its arms upwards, and attacked the throat of Eternal God's Chosen from this distance.

Aisawa Kull did not expect that this elf was so superb in martial arts. The carbine that crossed the horses could attack twice in a row, and even completed the turn faster than himself. He tried his best to lean his body back, intending to hide Exceeding the short range of the long spear, but only felt a burning pain from the neck to the jaw.

The sharp blade cut through the body of the blessing of the four gods, and a wound appeared from the neck to the chin of Aisawa Kul, but this did not end. Imrik had already retracted the spear, and the target impressively expressed the Eternal God's Chosen chest.

"Drink!!!" Aisawa Kull suddenly let out a roar, and the strong air flow flew towards Imrik along with the crushed stones trampled by the battle. The same was true for the dark energy. The stones turned into magic bullets, hitting Imrik's body one by one, sending out crisp echoes when hitting the armor.

This bought some time for Aisawa Kur. The main area of ​​the gravel attack was Imrik's abdomen, and in front of the abdomen was Mortelius. The eyes of the war horse were not protected, even if there were, Prince Long couldn't see the mount that had been with him for many years was injured, so he could only swing the gun body to shoot down the broken stones that were as fast as bullets.

"Elf, tell me your name." Aisawa Kull didn't take advantage of Imrik's cover for Mortelius to attack suddenly. At first, he thought that the elf only relied on some means to defeat Azar. Zell, but unexpectedly, met a worthy opponent here.

"Prince Caledor Dragon Imrik." Said the words calmly, Imrik knew that he would definitely not be able to win the Eternal God in a short time. This guy's martial arts and physique are extraordinary, and his equipment may be far from The No.13 Chaos Six Artifact chosen by the Eternal God is luxurious, but it should not be underestimated.

The power to liberate the Spear of Heroes may be able to suppress it, but it seems that the gain is not worth the loss. Minasnil has already been dispatched, and continuing to consume it will not help the battle situation much. The threat of the giant beast to the battlefield is much greater than him alone.

"You don't seem to want to have a life-and-death duel with me here." Aisawa Kul seemed to see through Imrik's thoughts. The blessings of Tzeentch and Slaanesh allowed him to penetrate into people's hearts, even if there was a special The power protects the consciousness of the enemy in front of him, but he can still be vaguely aware of it.

Beside the two of them, countless fighters staggered past, roaring and roaring filled every corner of the battlefield, but this place seemed to be chatting, out of tune with the surroundings.

"Indeed, if it was in Ulthuan, I would have to chop off your head as a trophy, but unfortunately the battle situation does not allow me to do so." Imrik shook his shoulders casually, this guy is not a horse Regis, his hatred for him is far from enough to start a life-and-death duel regardless of the situation of the battle.

Aisawa Kull stared at Imrik in front of him with burning eyes. He hesitated whether to keep the Dragon Prince here. This is a worthy opponent, but it will take a lot of time to win.

Thinking of this, the revelation bestowed by the gods came to mind again, that it is his destiny to fight the imperial man holding the warhammer.

"This life-and-death duel is not your fate. Before this war is over, maybe you and I will never meet again." Aisawa Kul spoke slowly, and put down the battle ax he was holding on his chest. His performance is hard to believe that he is a crazy chaotic believer, but more like an intellectual who restrains his words and deeds.

Interesting, Magnus, even with his own variable, it seems he still wants to die under the hammer of the pious.

"That's really a pity. It seems that those poets have lost another epic poem to be praised." Imrik didn't express too much thought about it. War duels are full of variables. The chaotic champion's siege is already considered martial arts.

After finishing speaking, some particle gleams emerged from Mortarius' feet, and his figure began to become unreal. The teleportation magic of the flame mage had worked, and the next step was to go to another battlefield.

(End of this chapter)