Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 595 The Untamable Skalazak
"Your bloodline is more pure than the rumors say, but once the war ritual begins, one party must lose and defeat me, otherwise any words will be empty talk."

The dragon's roar was filled with anger, and he thought a lot from this sword, just like when the young dragon was being chased as prey, and his life was completely out of control.

Hating this feeling is the reason why Scarlet Skalazak became the overlord of the mountains at the edge of the northern world.

Bloodshot eyes filled his eyes again, but this did not mean rage, but a controlled passion for war. Sklarzak flew to the back of the hillside, preparing a killing move that he had not used for a long time.

"This is a bit of a headache. I didn't expect that a reminder would make him care so much." Imrik sighed secretly in his heart. This situation is also the reason why it is difficult to tame the dragons of the old world.

Creatures living alone will always have different personalities, especially for a creature with a long life cycle and strong strength.

The long-lost deep voice suddenly emerged from his heart. In his sleep, Minasnir noticed the movement coming from Imric. He thought he was playing with Ingersoth, but he didn't expect that he was actually looking for an old world giant. dragon.

"He's not that strong. Even the old me could kill him after spending some time."

"But I don't want to kill him..."

Before he finished speaking, Minas Nir reminded him, "The left rear is at a [-]-degree angle."

Not knowing what happened to Imrik, the bloody dragon chose to attack with the blind spot of his vision. Even though this tactic was ridiculous for alerting the huge dragon creature, Sklarzak still did it.

Before you see him with your eyes, it is difficult to judge the direction of movement by sound. Perhaps the never-ending snowy wind on the iceberg is its weapon, mixing the attack into these layers of confusion, killing all those who try to get the dragon slayer. Fool in the name of.

Without Minas Nil's reminder, Imric had already noticed the movement in the rear. First of all, this tactic is easy to judge. The most likely is the rear. It is just because of the diversity of three-dimensional space in air combat that it makes people feel uncomfortable. It is difficult to guess from which direction the attack was launched.

But no matter how subtle the sound of the wings sliding was, it seemed extremely abrupt when mixed with the howling wind and snow.

Before turning to face the enemy, Imric reminded Minas Nir, who was watching the theater, "This is a war ritual. Don't do anything that damages your honor."

"Don't embarrass me, you foul-mouthed little guy."

Without too many words, the trustworthy partners are ready, although Imrik always flaunts himself and Minas Nir as the model combination of Caledor and unquestionable fighting partners.

But in the eyes of some people who are familiar with the two, the dragon treats Imrik as a junior, a kind of sincere family affection that transcends races.

The bloody dragon swooped over. In his mind, unless the Yao Xing Dragon who was a witness on the top of the mountain cheated in some way, Imric could not know about this attack.

Fighting with the help of terrain is something he has understood a long time ago. The stupid dragon will only wash the ground with its breath, and then be shot into a sieve by the long-range firepower of mortals. Only the strong deserve to own such a vast land, that is, himself!

The wind blew in from the open mouth. He did not use his breath. Instead, he used the simplest and most effective way. His powerful upper and lower jaws were enough to crush any armor.

Another bloody meteor streaked across the mountain peak, but this time it was no longer on the ground, but in the sky where the dragon dominated.

The meteor hit the slope, and the powerful impact caused another avalanche.

Large pieces of snowflakes and broken ice entered the giant dragon's mouth. He should have felt the joy of victory in the battle, but instead he tightened his body.

Where did he go!

"I have to say that your combat skills are still somewhat lacking. I am familiar with the sound of the dragon flapping its wings better than anyone else. Even if it is mixed with the roar of wind and snow, it is like a tide pouring into my ears." came from above. The sound made the giant bloody dragon immediately tighten its thick neck. The body covered with scales actually began to bulge at this moment, and the muscles under the skin seemed to pop out immediately.

He shook his neck and flapped his tail in front of him. There was a sound of steel interlacing between the friction of his scales.

The back is the fatal weakness of the dragon. The fragile wings are located on the back, and the neck cannot rotate flexibly like a snake, so this is the only blind spot for attacks.

If your back is controlled during a fight, it means half the battle is lost.

The dragon's vigorous shaking turned into tremors of the earth, trying to get rid of Imrik by hitting the mountain, which forced Ingersoth to change his position to witness.

After all, the seemingly solid iceberg was already crumbling due to the impact and was at risk of collapse at any time.

Sklarzak's desire for survival was aroused and he truly fell into madness. His animalistic side vaguely made him forget that the war ritual was not a life and death fight. The bloody scales fell off one after another when they hit the mountain, and one of the thick horns on his head was also broken.

But the pain that penetrated into his bones only made him stronger. He used his body as a weapon like crazy and continued to hit regardless of the scars that appeared.

On the contrary, Imrik was a little strange. This reaction seemed a bit too intense. Even under the protective layer of magic, he could feel that Sklarzak underneath him was really risking his life.

"Can you explain to me why he had such a big reaction?"

Minas Nir laughed for a moment. He had never been interested in finding the dragon of the old world, thinking it was a waste of time.

And he knew the reason very well.

"The old dragon tamer shaped the first dragon saddle at the Anvil of Vaal. This actually bound Eranos's will to him. The dragon saddle is not only a symbol, but also an item that connects the wills of both parties. Let the dragon not be too sensitive to the elves on its back. Your situation is very special, and you can achieve this effect without the help of a dragon saddle. But the dragon under you just knows your bloodline."

Imric casually smashed the gravel that penetrated into the magic protective layer. Imric was thoughtful and seemed to have discovered something. He patted his forehead and said,

"So theoretically speaking, this giant dragon can't find a partner at all, so isn't my work in vain?"

"War ritual is just a tradition, but the result can only be determined by the winner. If you want him as a partner, that is also a possibility."

Imrik secretly thought, "It's not good. Why do you feel that there is something in Lao Mi's words? We have such a strong imperial dragon at home, will we like this bloody dragon?"

"Ahem, let's end this ritual first. Even without a fighting partner, he can still be of some use. I think he has a good physique and is very suitable for charging into battle."

"As long as you know."

After finishing the small council in his head with the arrogant old Mi, Imric raised his fist and began to gather strength on it. He bent down and burst out with red light, hitting the still irritable dragon hard on the head.

The giant dragon that was still frantically hitting the mountain suddenly fell down, and its body and head formed an incredibly weird angle. It was like an elastic glue stick being forcibly bent into a right angle, and then stabilized after rebounding a little on the ground.

With a loud crash, the dragon's eyes went dark for a moment as the dragon fell into madness. Only the white snow that never dissipated was left in his eyes, and the last thing he saw was the black rock mass exposed due to the slap.

His strong physique made him wake up instantly. Not only did his eyes clear, his head also became much brighter than usual.

The elf kid above him actually knocked himself into a brief coma with one attack. Could it be that there was a giant hidden in his thin body?
(End of this chapter)