Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 597 The hatred that can’t be let go is always twisted
In the mountains at night, several short creatures wrapped in white fur are crawling up the gaps in the mountains. Except for the strong wind blowing, their clothes are slightly swaying, revealing a few brown beards, and they can only be thought to be just a few clumps of white snow.

"Skarazak is flying towards here." The white snow mass in the middle suddenly spoke, pointing to the mountains in the distance.

When the dwarves saw Sklarzak flying up to fight with another dragon, they immediately thought that a dragon was seeking revenge.

Even from a long distance, the sounds of mountain shattering, avalanches, and roars that could be heard made the clan leader stationed at the Thousand Pillars Stone Hall unable to hold back his thoughts.

No matter which dragon wins, one party will definitely be seriously injured in the end. Let the rangers find out the situation first, and then organize troops to kill the living dragon.

The dwarf Yugi who was staying at the back muttered in a low voice that everyone could hear.

"This is not a good idea. Wounded beasts are the craziest. Maybe we can find traces of Sklarzak, but in the end only one person can send the news back. The dragon's eyesight is much better than imagined. Even a snowflake falling from the top of the mountain can be seen clearly.”

Obviously these words are very popular. Where is Sklarzak's lair?No one knows about this problem, because everyone who got too close died, and the position deviation was huge.

This giant dragon can clearly see any abnormal movement, and deliberately misleads the dwarves in the reconnaissance direction. If it were just a Sklarzak, it would not become the focus of Karak Kaderin's revenge. If he organized an army, he would be able to defeat it. Kill it.

But the night goblins in the Red-Eyed Mountains will not let go of any chance of a surprise attack, and the reduction in the number of dwarves makes this matter even more difficult to deal with.

The first dwarf ranger stopped and whispered in words that everyone could hear clearly, "We are just rangers who have lost the protection of the mountain fort. The clan often wanders outside. Butcher's Castle provides us with shelter and equipment. There is a possibility of rejection." Sex? It's best to pray that those two dragons are dead, otherwise it will be more troublesome in the future."

The words made the rangers fall into silence, and they all buried their heads and continued climbing. The dwarves have been in trouble for a long time, and they have long lost the glory of the golden age.

Even though Butcher's Castle is one of the top three powerful forces in the Mountain Kingdom in terms of military strength, it is still helpless with many things, and the Scarlet Dragon Sklarzak is just a microcosm of them.

Many dilemmas together create a reality that is difficult to solve.

The rangers had been climbing for a long time, and no one knew the trails in the mountains better than they did, and every crevice and hole was etched deeply in their memory.

But as he got closer to the avalanche, his speed, which was not fast at first, became even slower.

"Huh." The ranger leader exhaled hot air into his hand, took out the thick beer from the layers of clothes, took a sip to absorb energy, and did some psychological comfort.

He began to give orders, "The path here has been changed. The location of the dragon battle is likely to be on the broken mountain top, Nosri. Olson, Padel, the three of you go up from the side. If you are noticed, We'll provide cover."

The rangers looked solemn and began to walk slowly. The large amount of snow piled at the foot of the mountain made movement extremely inconvenient. Every step they took, they had to be careful to test whether the front was solid to avoid missing the mark.

The leader took a long breath, wiped the beer from his beard, and handed the leather bag to the others to warm themselves.

The huge noise has stopped for a long time, and he is now afraid of seeing the dragon, but also afraid of not seeing it.

If he saw it, he would die, if he didn't see it, both dragons would not die. Any possibility would make him take huge risks, but his oath and responsibility still made him take steps forward.

After climbing for a long time and stepping through countless gaps that had been altered to make it difficult to walk, the ranger finally reached the top of the mountain.

But this situation made him widen his eyes and look extremely shocked.

An elf was leaning on the ice, holding the back of his head with his hands and looking at the starry sky. Next to him, two giant dragons, one blue and one red, were crawling on the ground, seemingly communicating with their eyes.

A feeling of suffocation emerged from his body, why were there pointed ears here, and the two giant dragons didn't seem to be hostile to him at all, but instead stayed beside him like guardians.

"You are finally here. You thought the dwarves didn't even have the courage to conduct reconnaissance. Well... the efficiency is a little faster than I thought. You are worthy of the swift dwarves." The not fluent Khazadli language came from the elf's mouth. , it was difficult for the ranger to tell where the accent was. If he tried to explain it, it would sound a bit like textbook standard pronunciation.The leader did not respond in a hurry. He crawled in the snowdrift and aimed his crossbow at the elf.

"First of all, your crossbow is aimed at an Ulthuan prince. No matter which clan he is from, this is already a reason for war. Secondly, this toy is ridiculous. Even if you kill me, can the six of you leave? . In the end, even if I kill you, Butcher's Castle will not be able to take revenge."

The leader lowered his crossbow, and a giant dragon's gaze was already directed towards this place. This ridiculous choice made the action extremely ridiculous.

Let alone whether they can kill the elves, with my own hostility and the two giant dragons, it is impossible for the group to survive.

"Elf, I am Asakri of the Snosk clan. You have stepped into the land of the Mountain Kingdom without a statement. I hereby issue a formal warning and leave with your dragon."

Stubbornness is an indelible nature of dwarves. Even in such a dire situation, the ranger leader still spoke in an extremely stiff tone, as if not mentioning pointed ears was already a huge concession.

Imric still maintained his posture of looking up at the stars, and there was an obvious sense of ridicule in his thoughtful and doubtful tone.

"Oh? I thought this was Sklarzak's territory. After staying here for so long, I still haven't smelled your unique smell of alcohol. Maybe my nose is not very sensitive, or maybe you are smelling it every other time. How many years did it take to get around here?”

The leader maintains a high level of nervousness, and the ranger's mind always moves faster than other compatriots, whether it is facing a dangerous environment or the world's sophistication.

He had already figured out that this elf might be the Dragon Prince of Caledor.

But even though the High King often mentioned that he would selectively liquidate the targets of revenge and rationally treat the hatred that was not helpful to the current mountain kingdom, the hatred for Caledor was still deeply engraved in the dwarves.

The hatred was mutual, but he didn't think he could withstand Imrik's reckoning.

Seeing no answer, Imrik patted his breastplate, stood up and laughed disdainfully at the few hidden dwarves not far away.

"It quite disappoints me. He is unwilling to embrace wise choices and is unwilling to let go of past hatred. He wants revenge but forcibly endures it. It is really twisted."

The two mustaches next to him couldn't stand this kind of irony. Even if they risked their lives, they still wanted to wash away this serious shame and wanted to pick up the crossbow and teach Imrik a lesson.

"Put it down!" The leader's loud scolding had some effect. Meaningless sacrifices would only make the clan weaker. He had seen too many compatriots who were eager for revenge and died more heroically than anyone else. The result was that the clan's situation became even more embarrassing. .

He chose to stand up from a prone position, shaking the snow on his cloak, and letting the long beards vertically on his abdomen expose to the air.

"Dragon Prince of Caledor, explain your purpose of coming. Although we are just the rangers of the Downcast Clan, if you insult us repeatedly, you will pull the trigger even if it means death."

"A good answer." Imric chose to applaud the ranger and then threw him a baggage.

"How about handing it over to Agrim, the Undertaker of War in Butcher's Castle, as a condition for your survival?"

The ranger took the bundle and looked at it first, and found that it was just a leather bag with the help of a rope, and there was nothing special about it.

Then I weighed it and found that there seemed to be nothing heavy inside, probably some letters.

He was silent for a while, nodded heavily in the eyes of his companions who resolutely retorted, and said that he would deliver it to Agrim.

(End of this chapter)