Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The siege of Krakalund kicked off with the participation of Ingerthos, who flew over from the Dragon's Back Mountains.

Ingerthos, who was the Shining Star Dragon, propped his body on the ground, listening to the mission given by Masno in confusion.

"You need to take Davian to condense blood in the air, so that the base for the ceremony is in a suitable location."

The huge dragon's head was turned to the left. Because of studying the wind of Aksha in the past few years, the scales of the Yaoxing dragon began to turn red.

Ingersthos stared straight at Davian and couldn't help but say, "Just this brat? No, no."

Davian, who was questioned about his ability, rubbed Yaoxinglong's huge fingers, winked and persuaded the importance of this matter, and promised to build a palace for him with the reward from the prince after the battle.

After all, such things as riding a dragon can only be done once or countless times. As long as it works this time, it will be easy to talk about in the future.This is the only awakened Yaoxinglong in the country, even if he fails countless times, he still has to fight for it.

"This is a mission." Masno gave the order with a cold face. If the shining star dragon in front of him is Minasnier, it is guaranteed that no one will dare to speak forcefully except the prince.

Ingerseth's face collapsed in an instant, his eyes became fierce, and Davian, who was still chattering, flicked his fingers away. When everyone thought he was going to speak harshly, they only heard,
"Forget it, let's take a baby to experience the feeling of flying."

Sure enough, this guy was warned by the prince in advance.All the people present were contemptuous of Yaoxinglong, the shavings of dragons.

"Very well, let's start." Masnow glanced at the two mysterious people beside him, and continued,
"Stick to the intended position and avoid street fighting! Live up to the name of Caledor!"

"Living up to Caledor's name!"

After everyone expressed their determination, Masnow looked at the two mysterious men wearing hoods next to him, and nodded slightly, indicating that he could go later.

As for the iron wolf beside him, he had a contented face, picking up his long sword and preparing for the long-lost activity.

The army gathered and pressed forward, and the mottled snowflakes falling from the sky fell on the blade, leaving little water stains.

"It's really a good weather for fighting, what do you think?"

On the right flank of the artillery position, Misha's Eagles, which were consolidated into 500 people, gathered here.

Spreading his palms, Mazov turned his head and took the Luoxue, which was similar to his homeland but completely different.

Looking at Raskol, this battle will be the last, and at the same time the hardest.

The sergeant nodded, not denying the matter, looking at the towering black sharp city wall in the distance, he clenched the blade in his hand.

Many people died. The number of mercenaries who came to the New World from Kislev used to be 600, but after eight years, there were only 5000, and the death rate was as high as 30.00%.

After this siege battle, there may be only four thousand left in the end.

It is conceivable that it has been handed over in the morning, and the property certificate from Ed Teris himself is enough to allow himself and his descendants to live a life of food and clothing.

"We didn't die here, we will die in the frozen soil in the north, and we will die there, without even some meager pension."

The last wavering was exchanged for the most tenacious will, and Lasker began to encourage the soldiers loudly.

"This is the last battle. As long as this battle is over, the gold coins in each of us will be enough to spend our old age in the motherland. Whether we want to buy a ranch to be the owner, or find a manor to be the lord, we can easily achieve it."

"But this premise is to survive. Let me watch each of you walk into the ship returning home intact, instead of being carried into a decaying and dark coffin."

"For Erson!"

"For Esun!" The Kislev soldiers who got the gossip were extremely excited. As long as they made a fortune in this battle, they would probably make their already full pockets even richer.

When the ballista and the cannon made a thunderous sound at the same time, illuminating the dark sky of Naggaroth red, the sergeant nodded to the captain of the dragon halberd guard standing side by side in the distance, indicating that he was ready.

Mishan, whose wedding and honeymoon was temporarily interrupted, also gestured to Lasker, holding the Storm Spire very tightly. He remembered the Cold One knight Marus Black who slaughtered the dragon halberd guards in the Battle of Fennoire Plain. blade.

This mission is also to kill the similar Du Luqi, although it is not him, but also can recover some interest.

Under the ballistic calibration of the engineer and the guidance of the heavenly mage, the artillery flew in a beautiful arc, competing with the enemy's magic fort. When the shell with a large head hit the city wall, it splashed a large amount of rubble.

The dread lord who was in charge of the city wall defense stared angrily, and when the shell hit the city wall, he immediately squatted down to avoid the damage.

He was calculating the possibility of losing the siege battle, and the final calculation result was 30.00%.

And if you want this result to meet your expectations, you must...

The Dreadlord turned his head to look behind the city wall, more than a dozen war hydras, and thousands of slaves.

As long as they are sacrificed to Kane, plus the soldiers who died on the battlefield, the God of Bloody Hands will be able to give the gift of the god of blood to lead the fearful war beast.

Relying on the city wall to cover the artillery fire, even the giant dragon could not easily kill the blessed war behemoth, but if the battle situation was to be truly reversed, support from the north was needed.

"As long as the army of Kuran and Marus comes here, everything will be fine." The dread lord comforted himself in his heart, letting the soldiers manipulating the Reaper Ballista around him turn into a mass of flesh under the power of the artillery foam.

These damned Azuls actually use such lowly things as cannons. The orthodoxy of the elves is undoubtedly Druzzi, only we can rule the world!
The cannons at both ends continued to roar. Even though the Caledorian army had absolute firepower, with the cover of the city wall and the magical protection that Druzzi sacrificed a large number of slaves to Hecate before the battle, it was somewhat evenly matched.

At the top of the Tower of Doom, the Scourge of Hell watched everything happening outside through the diamond-shaped window.

The dragon lord did not end himself, which is the best scene in a disadvantaged situation, otherwise once the dragon horn is sounded, the city will soon be turned into ruins.

In the endless darkness, Lord Drucci said the first words,

"Send all the black dragons out, and transfer the untamed beasts in the underground caves to the city gate."

The fear lord who was bowing and waiting for the order hesitated for a moment, and asked the Patriarch, "If all the black dragons are sent out, the order from Naggarond..."

"Do as I said, sacrifice some of the slaves to Ardaeus, I need the only envoy to help Krakakron through the crisis."

Magma dragon...

The Dreadlord understood, and turned away from the Tower of Doom.

If the calamity of hell is about to perish, there is no reason why Drucci in the city is still eligible to live. (end of this chapter)