Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 436 Tabok's Authority
The footsteps of the Skaven were not stopped by the reverse thrust, they filled every corner.

After occupying a small area with a nodding horn, it looks like a rapidly growing cancer cell. Everywhere you look, except for sporadic humanoid creatures, are covered by ugly and thin ratmen.

The slave rats as cannon fodder played their due role, and a large number of corpses piled up on the ground, becoming the victims of the first wave of Caledor's army's charge.

The infantry who were in charge of marching forward with the cavalry slowly killed all the ratmen who were still alive, and gradually occupied the gap.

But the dragon prince who was charging at the forefront encountered some small troubles at this time.

Edgar stabbed his lance into the huge body of a rat troll, and the meteorite spear pierced through the heart for the first time, but who knew that this rat troll seemed to have self-awareness, and the first reaction was not to frantically wave his hands. arm, instead grasping the mid-end of the lance with huge metal pincers.

Veteran galloping on the battlefield relies more on experience and martial arts. The age of nearly 700 years old has made it difficult for him to use his body to support high-intensity battles, or even a young and strong dragon prince is weak in strength. It is absolutely impossible to compare with the mutant monsters made from ogres.

The lance was firmly stuck in the iron tongs by the rat troll. The unique double-heart structure prevented the monster from dying in the first place. Instead, it planned to exchange one for one.

While using the iron tongs to pull the elf thing towards him, the dimensional stone claws in the other hand had already swung towards Edgar's head.

The dimensional stone claws flowing with flickering currents are extremely fast, piercing the night sky like a thunderbolt.

The veteran's eyes were calm, and he immediately let go of the lance in his right hand and held the fire dragon flag in his left hand instead.

This flag bearing the glory of Caledor has experienced too many wars, the blood on it has been washed countless times, and will be dyed the same color in the near future.

It is rumored that the dragon prince who raises this flag will be blessed by the dragon and will be invincible on the battlefield.

But just as Edgar held the flag with both hands and was about to stab the mouse troll's thin mouse head, a lance that appeared from the side had already stabbed him one step ahead.

"Old guy, you can't die so easily. If you don't feel good, then you should obediently go back to take care of yourself and give me your place."

A few strands of long hair from the dragon prince who assisted Edgar came out from the helmet, the same gray and white color as the veteran.

"I can't die before you, Stroud."

Edgar, who was robbed of the result of the battle, was not angry, but quickly pulled out the lance that was still stuck in the rat troll's chest, and turned to observe the surrounding situation.

It's not optimistic. The number of rats is beyond imagination. After the first wave of charge was received by slave rats, a lot of monster troops were sent out immediately, intending to cut the battlefield and separate the Caledonian cavalry from the infantry.

And the black-haired rats that seemed to be the elite troops had already rushed out, approaching the position of the Dragon Prince, and the monster infantry gave priority to annihilating this army.

After all, the biggest role of cavalry is to divide the battlefield and break through positions. Once they fall into hand-to-hand combat, unless they are half-griffin knights who can form an organization like the empire, it will be difficult to maintain the original effect when surrounded.

We can only wait for a little bit to be nibbled and annihilated.

"It seems that these rats think that we are just useless like silver helmet knights. Apart from shouting some slogans and charging, they can only stay on the flank defense." Edgar looked at the rats gradually surrounding him, and began to attack the subordinates. The dragon prince cheered up,

"But the holy father of dragons watches over each of us!"

Edgar raised the fire dragon banner, and began to pray to the father of the dragon in his heart for a moment. In the past, he would only believe in spears and blades on the battlefield, rather than these gods who were not available at all times, but at this moment, he could feel Seeing a kind of power gushing out from the body.

The Dragon Banner flamed from its iron handle, and Edgar had attached it to it, symbolizing in Caledor the red thunder of the father of dragons' wrath.

"Dragon Prince, continue to charge!"

As a response to the veteran, the dragon princes' bodies gradually emerged with red thunder snakes, intending to use their own beliefs to fight against the evil power of the rats.

In the Sky City, the Snake God Prophet, who was still watching everything from the top of the pyramid, has already walked to the left city gate. He can feel the Ratman's conspiracy, just like before.

Negrich...

The Snake God Prophet has forgotten how many rats named Negrich he has encountered. After driving the rats out of Lustria for more than 1000 years, this fat rat with only deadly plague in its body has already existed as Lustria's nightmare.

"Sotek, guide my footsteps, your winding body walks on the ground, just like walking in blood; Sotek, guide the fate of the children of the jungle, this is your prophecy, and it is also my mission..."

The Zombie Prophet prayed to Sotek for a final moment, then turned and jumped on the back of an ancient triceratops.

The broad back of the Triceratops is no longer a Skink companion using blowpipes and javelins, but a golden altar carved with various patterns of flying birds. Tepok, god of magic and sky.

Tehenhauin removed this important altar from the bird shrine in the Sky City, despite the Slann's orders.

The heavy footsteps of the Triceratops caused the ground to shake, and following the Snake God Prophet were the lizard warriors blessed by Sotek. These spiritual infants with red scales were more violent and addicted than other blessed ones. Blood.

The Ankylosaurus Legion carried the Sotek Ark on their backs and sent out signals, guiding the snakes in the jungle to come here and devour the ratmen.

And the leader of the red-crowned skinlizard who had followed the snake god prophet for the longest time had already charged with his comrades. Under the roar of the soldiers in charge of the western city wall, he moved forward fearlessly, as if he was facing his own death.

Tehenhauin was very calm, he didn't shout Sotek's name before the battle, he didn't call his comrades for battle, and he didn't even release a boosting spell.

It put its fingers full of rough scales on the golden altar of Tepok, and slowly stroked along the patterns of the flying birds. Bloodstains gradually replaced the shiny golden shell.

The Snake God Prophet's stroking speed was not fast, even a little slow, stroking one by one according to the flying bird patterns carved on the altar.

And with this sealed in the bird shrine for thousands of years, the altar has never been activated after the sacrilege of the snake god prophet.

One after another chirps sounded from the jungle, and a large number of pterosaurs, without the command of the skink rider, gathered around the battlefield with the light of two moons, and they kept flapping their wings and circling.

Beaked dragons also flew around the battlefield, in far fewer numbers than pterosaurs, but no skaven doubted their lethality.

The same is true for the Feathered Serpent blessed by Tepok. In addition to the figure of the giant dragon, there are a large number of winged animals in the sky.

(End of this chapter)