Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Although it is always said that snakes like to stay in dark and humid places, as the great teacher of the giant horned viper, at least Elvis doesn't like the dark tunnel with dripping water on his head.

The three-meter-wide tunnel is made of thick bricks and stones. There is a lot of moss between the gaps, and the dirty water drops from time to time. It is inevitable to doubt whether it is seeping from the sewer, and it is mixed with some foul-smelling feces.

He held his breath, trying not to let the foul-smelling gas enter his lungs, the smell of feces and urine, the smell of corpses coming from the depths, and the decaying smell of disrepair.

Relying on a bit of Sotek's gift, his need for oxygen was much lower than before, but the noble lady next to him couldn't bear the stench anymore, so she covered her mouth and nose with an airtight towel, and her iron helmet was tightly buckled overhead.

Orthea looked at Oliveira who looked normal under the firelight, and it was a little hard to imagine. You must know that as long as the elf's sense of smell smells something physiologically disgusting, no matter how strong the tolerance is, it will be a little strange.

"Olivia, can't you smell the stench?"

Oliveira, who was walking alone on the outermost side, held a torch and explained, "It's already difficult for me to distinguish various smells. The ratman plague has caused irreparable damage to the advance team. My sequelae are relatively minor. Other people present , I am afraid that few can taste the taste of food."

Mazov, who was walking with Hilbert at the forefront, interrupted suddenly,

"In fact, when we first left Lustria, our sense of touch was very numb. Rats hid many plagues in their burrows. Even with magical healing, we only regained some human senses when we fought with Drucci. For example, the soft bastard next to me, because he was given a mouthful of plague puree, now he can only barely taste it if he drinks vodka."

Hilbert scolded in a low voice, "I regret two things, the first is to block the plague priest's suicide attack in the tunnel for Prokin in Lustria, and the second is to believe that he really has a way to persuade the empress to put down Prejudice against mercenaries. What a piece of shit, phew."

Orthea's face was a little dignified. An army that is familiar with various tactics and is good at attacking battles, chasing battles, defensive battles, and even tunnel warfare. Its willpower will not collapse in continuous wars. It used to be true It is too contemptuous of these savages.

After an hour of walking, when he reached a fault, Mazov turned around and stared at the three elves and a Skink behind him,
"To reiterate, this operation is under my command. It is a secret plan. If the zombie dragon is not found, no one will know that the elves are under the orders of the National Guard."

Mazov's words were very cryptic, but Elvis could still hear the meaning. His identity was a little sensitive, his family background and being favored by the prince, if he was ordered by a Mrs. Kisly, it might cause some misunderstandings.

He nodded, saying it was okay.

After receiving Elvis' answer, Mazov began to explain the plan, "There are three areas in the catacombs. The first is the storage room at the entrance where the corpses are processed. It is the only place suitable for creatures to move about. These vampires must be here. The second is the storage room located at the entrance. There are about [-] corpses in the rock wall layer where the corpses are placed in the middle, and the hiding place is directly below the rock wall layer."

"I don't know if the vampires have found a hiding place, but they will definitely not let go of the [-] soldiers on the rock wall. You leave a mage behind and enter the hiding place, and the commandos will buy you time."

"This plan is quite reasonable." Elvis shrugged, expressing that he had no doubts. The strength of vampires was the same. He really wanted to fight with the Blood Dragon family, but unfortunately, Kislev is full of weak people. Chicken Lamia.

But Oliveira raised a doubt, "Our purpose is to find zombie dragons, not to rescue these Boyer idiots."

"Prokin is not an idiot. He knows the changes that this zombie dragon will bring. Even if he loses control of Erengrad, he cannot let Caledor, who is the kingdom of elves, enter Kislev again. But Lahmia The vampires don't know, just need a little provocation and clues, and this zombie dragon will appear." Mazov explained, waving his hand to start action.

A group of people began to move towards the central rock wall, and Elvis suddenly contacted Imrik with the albino snake skull, speaking with a lot of doubts,
"Your Highness, Mazov seems to know the location of the Zombie Dragon."

Imrik, who turned into a Skink Priest, showed no signs of change, and continued walking with the golden staff, "Of course he knows, but at least he won't take the initiative to find out before the really critical battle."

"why?"

"As long as the zombie dragon is not found, he will be able to make the giant horned viper act in accordance with the strategic direction of the Patriotic Army. You standing here is the best proof. And this operation has entered the vampire's intelligence network. Just now the tower Did you see the few bats on the road, do you think that Prokin would not know that there is a secret passage leading to the underground tomb?"

"So this is a common layout for both parties..." Elvis glanced at the sixty people walking silently, feeling a little confused, "But why did he have the confidence to come to the catacomb with this number of people, and asked the giant horned viper The number of people involved should be kept as small as possible.”

"You little slicker, you were pretty smart before, why are you so stupid now." Imrik cursed angrily, "He's targeting your identity. I won by relying on absolute military superiority. In this case, I will definitely send a strong man to protect you, a young man whom I have high hopes for. He probably thinks that I am the number one Skink Priest under the Prophet of the Snake God."

"When you enter the hiding place, fight freely. Don't worry about it. Even if Neferita is inside, give me a hard fight."

"understood."

After passing through the fault, an iron fence appeared in front of everyone. A solid iron rod the thickness of an arm was firmly inserted into the ground, and it was not necessary to think that it was opened and closed with a mechanism inside.

Orthea wanted to demonstrate the ability of a flame mage to melt these iron bars into molten iron, but Hilbert had already made a move.

He took out a flat-head chisel and a big hammer from his backpack. He first used the chisel to make a gap at the top of the iron rod, and then he held the hammer tightly. His muscles bulged in a short time, and his whole body seemed to grow bigger out of thin air.

"Bang!" The hammer hit the chisel, and after a violent roar, it was like a hot knife cutting butter, and a smooth gap appeared in the iron pipe.

"I just said that they have their own way to solve the problem. Miss Orthea, Mrs. Kisly can survive in this bad land, not only by magic and the church." Oliveira stood there with her chest crossed Well, he doesn't want to use the great sword bestowed by the prince to do rough work. Killing people is his job, and he doesn't do business as an engineer.

After a few clangs and the sound of bats flapping their wings, the commando understood that the familiar narrow tunnel battle was about to begin.

Mazov took out a glass bottle that was plugged with a cloth strip, kicked away the iron pipe beside him, and called out loudly,

"Come on, little bastards, the motherland is behind us, and we have nowhere to go!" (End of this chapter)