Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 607 The battlefield belonging to Count Manfred!
Manfred's expression suddenly changed, and he felt incredible and unparalleled anger when he looked at the elves who seemed to be performing a ceremony in the center of the battlefield.

How could he not know the true strength of that elf? It was the best body he had obtained after traveling in the old world for many years. He dared to risk being destroyed and still let him test Imrik because the soul was firmly in his hands.

But when the sword was slashed, the controlled soul actually dissipated, leaving no trace behind, as if it had never been possessed.

Facing Arkhan's puzzled gaze, Manfred remained calm. He guessed that Imric might have some way to reach the soul realm.

Before the actual situation is understood, it is best to let the disciples of Nagash give it a try, and then let the real Lord of Sylvania end it.

"He has been bound by my magic."

Arkhan knew that this was a lie, but the soul fire in his eyes did not waver. He had done too many intrigues and had lost his sensitivity.

But no matter what, Imric has always been a stumbling block on the road to success, whether it is for obtaining the Book of Nagash this time or for his subsequent plan to seize the Eternal Queen.

The staff with the same name as its master Nagash began to emit a strange light. The Lich King, who is proficient in various dark spells, can still have a huge impact on the battlefield even though he is thousands of meters away.

And Manfred also chose to give up control of several dragon princes in an attempt to use these souls to show Imrik's flaws. If the famous dragon princes could be turned into undead or blood descendants, it would be a miracle. What an interesting thing.

Black-purple light and dark red light emitted from behind the position at the same time, embodying the soul extraction of the Lich King's millennia of magical knowledge, as well as the Nagash gaze used by Count Manfred, the outstanding descendant of von Carstein, leaving no trace of either. With Yuli's spell cast, even Sigma's chief divine choice may have to think about whether he can resist.

A black and purple skeleton arm suddenly restrained Imrik, and a huge illusory palm rose from the ground, wrapped in countless resentments and evil spirits.

The soul extraction seemed to have a strong effect, making Imrik's movement of slashing at Carstein's flag much slower, like an old man swinging a sledgehammer, weak and stiff.

The dark red beam that followed turned into a straight-line laser. Under Count Man's merciless magic, the world would become a paradise for the undead.

After the beam was launched, Arkhan also used spells, almost achieving the effect of instantaneous spell casting. He had only one purpose, to kill this troublesome person.

Various spells as dense as raindrops were emitted from the vampire position, forming a barrage of strange scenes, including flying evil spirits, thrown objects mixed with ashes, and the power of shadow transformed into spears...

But Imrik still seemed unwilling to give up on the red dragon flag with a black background. He insisted on cutting it off with his sword even though a gap had been pierced through the Conqueror's armor by Manfred's Nagash gaze.

Masno, who had temporarily taken over the command, did not panic. He first calmly explained the area where the Necromancer's position was to the Flame Knight who was still waiting in the distance, and then calmly signaled the dragon to take off.

Everyone saw this scene, but despite Davian's loud scolding, they still did not move forward.

He didn't think that the vampire's magic level could break through the prince's last line of defense, and soul extraction and Nagash's gaze would be effective. He deliberately used a loophole to find the location of the enemy mage's position.

The goal has been achieved, and now it's time to wait for this wave of spells to pass.

The sound of bombing was endless, and the vampire seemed to be under conscious orders, showing no mercy in using the magical wind.

After five minutes of magic bombing, when everyone thought Imrik was dead, when the smoke faded, they saw a blue shield standing on the ground, blocking the magic attack in all directions without blind spots.After protecting the bodies of several compatriots and the family flag, Imric said thank you to Slann who was bathing in the emerald pool far away.
"Excuse me, Master Ke, you are much more reliable than that guy Sotek."

The big toad stared at the battle in the distance, yawned, and spread the ancient saint's shield.

"Speak up if necessary."

Efficient use of safer leyline energy, rather than the magical winds of chaotic energy remaining in the air, is the standard for testing whether a mage is qualified.

But as Slan, who once shaped the world together with the ancient sage, he understands the direction of the energy of the earth better than any other creature. Compared with the second generation of Slan headed by Master Ma, and the younger generations after that.

Kroka seems to be two completely different species, exercising powers like gods in the mortal world.

Even a well-informed mobile library like Arkhan did not immediately identify what the shield that appeared on Imric was. It was completely different from the magic screen of the demon Tzeentch, and seemed extremely ancient and mysterious. , as if the origin of this world...

He stared at the dinosaur lizard that started to roar and charge, and analyzed the ugly Manfred in a cold voice. The scolding and sarcasm in his words were not concealed at all.

"Your plan failed. A qualified commander would have anticipated any situation on the battlefield, but you did not budget for the Elf Prince to successfully defend against the magic bombing. The damage caused by your magic was a trap he deliberately left, allowing the mage to position himself Exposed.”

"One plan will always be followed by another. Since this plan fails, then find another one." Manfred was unfazed and instructed the mage to provide benefits to the undead army.

The tide of dusk is the moment when the energy of chaos is most intense. Only one round of magic bombing will not have a substantial impact on the battle situation.

The two people who had differences left each other after a brief cooperation. Arkhan drove a winged chariot and rushed to the left wing to fight with the lizard people.

And now, this is the battlefield belonging to Count Manfred!
The Bloodborn of Carstein ordered the skeleton giants carrying big clubs to meet the charge of the Horrible Lizard, and the trusted Tomb Guard Corps covered the monster's advance.

As for him, he wanted to compete with the flying elf monsters for air supremacy, and prepare a long-planned magical creation.

The charge of the Terror Lizard seemed to ignite the flames of war. A war showdown with no enjoyment or practical significance ended after the flag of Carstein was chopped off. Except for Manfred's own plan, Imrik could only Angrier.

The power of thought similar to that of a giant toad lifted up the remains of several compatriots. When the lizard lowered its head, it immediately jumped to the tip of its nose and ran towards the thunder drum.

After handing the skeleton to Chakas and ordering him not to let any accidents happen to it, Imric raised the bronze hammer and made a ferocious smile.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The thunderous sound turned into a real call of attack, and several iron wires standing on the platform began to shake, and the amplitude would increase with each blow.

Finally, after ringing the seventh time, a thick red thunder suddenly fell from the sky.

(End of this chapter)