Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 283

In the cursed city of Prager, a group of people surrounded by Nurgle zombies are rushing to the breeding room with all their might.

"What the hell is that?" Liu Yong wiped the sweat off his forehead with lingering fear, as if he hadn't recovered from the attack just now.

Originally, a group of people were advancing to the right step by step, but unexpectedly, a crack made of gray-purple illusory energy suddenly appeared on the ground, and a large number of energy balls spewed out from it. Only the twisted life with eight tentacles on its body, under the rapid attack, two Mrs. Kisley were already dragged into the crack because of their reckless fighting methods and their own poor abilities.

Masno, the leader, did not answer Liu Yong, but his face was very gloomy. The eight tentacles were centered on a long strip of meat. As a dragon prince who has been in contact with giant dragons all year round, he could vaguely find out where the long strip of flesh came from. The traces of the giant dragon were seen in the group, which meant that the monster killed by the joint efforts of several people might be the monster that Bilak made out of the corpse of the giant dragon.

"Continue with your mission. The things in this have nothing to do with the Cathays." Masnow took the time to explain that the Dragon Prince didn't have any special ideas about the Cathays, only the tools needed to complete the task. people only.

Liu Yong was a little embarrassed by Masno's words. Obviously, the Cathayman's judgment of the Caledor elves was slightly wrong because of Imrik's attitude towards him, but the experience of lurking in Indy for many years still made him Immediately adjusted, and did not ask about this matter again.

"Elf, how long will it take before we arrive at the scheduled location?"

The talking Thorgreen hacked to death the Nurgle zombie leaning towards him. The beard that reached his chest was already covered with all kinds of unknown mucus, but obviously the mustache didn't pay attention to this, he just wanted to know urgently How long will it take to reach the destination.

"600 meters."

After Masnow said the words, everyone felt that their bodies had regained their energy, and they had fallen into a sea of ​​withered life along the way. All they could see was the yellow-green color that symbolized withering, and the ground and walls were full of abscesses. The meat buns, the giant flowers spewing green mist, together with the low giggles of those Nurgle zombies from time to time, made the atmosphere even more weird.

Along the way, everyone felt that the 600-meter distance seemed to be much longer than all the roads they had traveled before. Only Agrim and Odweis still maintained their incomparable enthusiasm. Even though the Indi group performed those mysterious witchcraft on everyone, a lot of toxins still entered the body, causing even the dwarves to feel a little listless.

A semicircular door made of huge vines appeared in front of everyone, and the flowers growing along the vines felt life coming in front of them, and began to twist their bodies, opening and closing the purple petals, bursts of laughter came from the flowers It seems to be welcoming everyone to come here.

And the vine door, which was originally closed by green leaves, gradually opened outwards, as if waiting for a wanderer returning home to return to his grandfather's arms, the movement was so gentle.

All the people present were extremely resolute in their minds. It can be seen that seeing this kind of scene, without exception, there was a penetrating feeling in their hearts. If they were greeted with cannon magic, everyone would only pick up their shields and charge towards the inside. The attitude that seems to be welcome home really makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Iron Wolf, throw spells in it, don't use it as a display for me." Masno asked the Iron Wolf who was still snapping his fingers to get some energy, and then looked at the Indians in strange clothes, "Get ready Well, your witchcraft, the next may be a fierce battle."

The iron wolf who snapped his fingers also stopped, shook his sore fingers, prepared to show his true strength, drew out his long sword and pointed it at the deep and dark cave in the vine gate, and snake-like flames flowed from the sword grid The place quickly wound up, and he was going to send a big guy inside.

Although the Indian group couldn't understand Masino's imperial language, they started to cast spells again under Liu Yong's command. First, they crushed the few remaining shriveled fodder into powder and sprinkled it on everyone, and then the The middle-aged man who snapped his fingers carefully took out a bag of cloudy yellow liquid from his luggage, took out several small cups, poured them into each, and motioned for everyone to drink it.

Agrim, with a straightforward personality, did not hesitate. He took the cloudy holy water from Liu Yong, drank it in one gulp, and then sipped his mouth. It was a bit bitter and pungent, but he seemed to be fine, so he turned around and continued to chop Nurgle zombies. .

But Thorgreen was a little hesitant. His early experience in the empire made him know that the shriveled forage that had been crushed into powder was dry cow dung, and this cup of unknown liquid was obviously not something simple. Just as he was hesitating, he saw Masnow rejecting this cup of anti-virus holy water, so he asked curiously, "Why don't you drink it? Could it be that the so-called Nurgle virus in it is just to coax us?"

Masnow, who was being questioned, raised his right hand, gesturing for Thorgreen to look at the blue anger in his hand, "If you also have an artifact to protect you, I believe no one will think of drinking these unknown things."

Thorgrim, who was secretly scolded for being poor, shrugged his nose. Dwarves have always been the only ones who despised other races for being poor. Unexpectedly, they were despised twice by the Caledor elves in just one day. Forget it, don’t follow this Comparing this to war lunatics, people who are only thinking about war, don't know what craft is.

Mustache Thorgrim pinched his nose, and sent the cup of cloudy yellow liquid to his mouth. Perhaps when he knew what this thing was, Mustache, the High King, would definitely record these people in the Book of Hate , and let the Caledonians taste these Indy specials every day.

Except for Masno and Iron Wolf, they all drank the holy water one after another. The former was completely unafraid because of the protection of the artifact, while the latter was able to generate flames inside the body and kill all the invading viruses. There is no interest in something that is obviously not good.

"Your grandfather Iron Wolf's big baby is here."

After maintaining the spellcasting for two and a half minutes, Iron Wolf threw out the giant fireball in his hand that was already the size of two people, and flew towards the breeding room. The flowers that were still laughing began to wither. There was a faint cry of pain from the burning, and the vines and green leaves began to wither, as if they were sighing that this life was unwilling to accept the kind embrace of grandfather.

(End of this chapter)