Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The war knife slashed on the long sword, and after making a clanging sound of metal colliding, he pushed it away.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the vampire's pale skin, bulging blood vessels, and hard spine.

A head landed at Lasker's feet, still maintaining the original smile.

The effect of this blow was unbelievable to the general. If someone said that an opponent who had fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds without making any progress was suddenly decapitated by a slash, it would only be considered bragging.

Plotkin's head that fell on the ground opened its mouth, which was just a habitual movement, without the agitation of the vocal cords, it is impossible for a creature to speak.

But as a vampire driven by the wind of magic, he always has a way to express what is in his heart.

"Raskol, pay attention to Mazov, he may also become a martyr, we... shouldn't sacrifice so much."

The vampire's voice was very hoarse, as if he had exhausted his last bit of energy to explain his last words.

He fumbled a little in his arms with his arms, took out an iron box and handed it to the general, dispelling the wind of death permeating his body, and restoring the long-dead body to its original appearance.

This made Raskol feel sad. He looked at the head that he wanted to crush with his foot, and he only felt endless absurdity in his heart.

The last stain of the Patriotic Army was wiped away. Plotin, who betrayed his brother, and his men were all killed, and the high-ranking vampire knight became the general's trophy.

Those mortal armies sent to the front were loyal followers of the Tsar, and even if the Patriotic Army had won the title of savior, they would still be suspicious of them.

Prokin bought two years for the Patriot Army in the city of Kislev, instead of being sent to Prague to be consumed by Chaos as soon as he returned to his motherland.

He was willing to become a despised traitor just because he wanted to make his country what he wanted.

"My brother, you are a real hero." Laskol lowered his head and looked at the already stiff head of Prokin. He chose to bear the crime to make the Patriotic Army a real force that can dominate Kislev, not Is a brief warlord.

After losing the support of magic, the black mist gradually dissipated. All the onlookers saw that the general had killed the traitor, and the body and head that fell on the ground were just a glorious trophy.

Rascal silently raised his right foot and stepped hard on Prokin's pale face. After a crisp explosion, the vampire knight, who was resented by countless people, turned into pieces scattered around.

It would be a great insult to feel sorry for a man who is already enlightened.

I don't know who started the first chant, chanting the names of the Patriot Army and the generals.

"Long live the general! The Patriotic Army must win!"

It was the first time that the flag of the Flaming Eagle was raised so high. This remarkable result undoubtedly inspired the fighting spirit of all the soldiers, and they attacked the enemy with a more fierce posture.

When the slogans sounded, Raskol looked up at the bloody giant bear banner on the central square. No matter what, the source of so many sacrifices was the Queen Katrin who took the initiative to embrace the kiss of blood. Since the hatred cannot disappear on its own, Then let it last forever until one party dies completely.

"Stop advancing!"

The general's words had an effect, and when there was still some distance from the central square, the fanatical soldiers began to line up in an orderly manner.

"Snake's Nest, target at the end of No. [-] street, shelling and bombing with the banner of the bloody giant bear at the center. Repeat, at the end of street No. [-], bombard and bombard with the banner of the giant bear as the center." The general's words carried determination. He was greatly shaken. Death is not terrible, but what is terrible is death that is not understood.

And this secret will only be known to a small number of two people.

"Snake Nest received it. The solar engine is being charged and is expected to be launched in 15 seconds. The cluster bombs are ready. Be careful to hide."

As soon as the words fell, two sharp whistling sounds rose from behind. Technology and elf magic made the power of this artillery unimaginable.

Hundreds of fist-sized explosives are centered on the mother bomb, forming a conical diffusion range. The individual power of these specially improved little guys is only slightly greater than that of grenades, but the continuous covering explosion is enough to clean up Many miscellaneous soldiers.

The explosion caused by the two cluster bombs lasts very short, but the concentrated explosion in a short period of time makes the sound extremely harsh. Most of the explosives will explode when they fall on the ground, but some are processed and will explode on the top of the lucky person's head.

Even undead creatures, whose upper body was blown to pieces, had difficulty continuing to move.

Many creatures lurking in the dark corners were blasted out, such as the blood knight waiting for an assault on the flank, the ghost engine with an unknown thing, the huge bloodthirsty bat wolf...

Under Prokin's orders, these units that pose a high threat to the formation were placed on the second line, waiting for the Patriot Army to launch an attack after they had consumed most of their ammunition.

But it is a pity that the commander who arranged this matter has died suddenly, and these deliberately arranged creatures will not end well.

The sun engine aimed at the most threatening ghost engine, and the magic chariot that emits evil power at all times would corrode the souls of the living nearby, and finally turned into puppets waiting to be enslaved.

But for the undead, this evil power is nourishment, which can nourish it and make it even more terrifying.

These terrifying magical chariots are so rare, I am afraid that only the Nicholas family owns many of them, and they are the absolute core of the vampire battlefield.

The Patriotic Army lacks effective means of countering magic, and the sacrifice threshold of the Blood Pyramid has not yet reached the standard.

A bright light beam with a diameter of several meters passed above the head of the position. Many people felt that their hair had been set on fire when it appeared. The hot shelling was not only frighteningly bright, but the high temperature it passed along the way was also a deadly weapon.

The laser cannon shot directly at a Nether Engine, and the magic shell did not provide effective protection. Under the power of the Old Sage technology, it turned into a mass of nothingness, and even ashes could not remain.

And the barren tomb guards, who were personal guards, did not end well either. The land covered by the aftermath of the solar engine turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Priest Juan on the snake's nest rubbed his chin, and a magic device like an eyeball on his shoulder was constantly turning, as if he was observing the battlefield situation for his master.

Seeing the champion warrior on the tower turn his gaze here, the priest bowed slightly to show respect.

The church generally does not get involved in disputes over political ideas, especially the previous high priests, who are extremely taboo about politics. Except for the succession ceremony of the prince, it is almost impossible to see it in the court.

But the church is made up of people, so there will naturally be differences.

Juan thought that it was impossible for the parliament to accept magical hot weapons, so he could only set his sights on the champion warrior.

Naggaroth's resources are enough for him to complete many ideas, and in order to ensure that the human army can only be used as servants, many equipment must leave a back door.

A priest who is proficient in forging, engineering mechanics, and quite involved in magic is the focus of Masnow's attention this time. (end of this chapter)