Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 620 The limitations of short-lived ghosts

The wind and snow that had mostly stopped in spring now enveloped the entire battlefield. When the scattered snowflakes splashed on the soldiers' armor, they no longer had the familiar cool chill.

Instead, there was a strong sense of horror. Centered on the snowflakes falling on the armor, a layer of frost visible to the naked eye invaded the entire body, making movements stiff and slow.

The undead, whose mobility was strengthened under the light of the evil moon, seemed to have divine help in the ice and snow. A faint blue light appeared in the eye sockets, giving the zombies who walked on instinct a little more spirituality, and the rotten wooden stick in their hands became more powerful. hard.

Under the circumstances, Belannar, who was in charge of magic for the coalition forces, knew it was time to take action. The Book of the Phoenix, which carried a trace of Asuryan's divine power, was held up by him, and the white-gold light turned into a light with him as the center. dazzling sun.

The frost that covered the armor dissipated at a speed that could be detected by the naked eye. It was difficult to cover except extremely far away locations. With just one release of power, most of the Ice Queen's war spells were dissipated.

The ghostly shadows split open by Imric's sword gathered together again, and the cold illusory body was mixed with the flames and wrapped around the elf's arms, turning into bone-chilling ice.

This time the ghost had a clear face. She stretched out her palm and lightly traced the elf's handsome face with her fingertips, as if she were caressing each other gently with her lover. Her tone was no longer the crazy one just now, but with a A touch of poet's elegance,

"Have you not seen it yet? Just choose to withdraw from Kislev and recognize my rule. I guarantee that nothing will happen to the elves present, and I will allow both parties to continue various reasonable transactions."

There was no fear that his arms were completely frozen and it was difficult to move. Imrik knew that Katrin had understood that magic did not work on him. Since he could not directly fight the body, he chose to use the physical properties of ice and snow to restrict his movements.

The ice block on the arm that exudes extremely cold air is probably so strong that it would take some time for Grok to smash it with Ulrumak's hammer.

"Oh? You are quite ugly, but you think quite beautifully. Originally, I just wanted to support a political faction to strengthen its influence on the old world, but with your appearance, maybe the rule of the Romanov dynasty should be replaced. "

"Kislev needs an eternal ruler, not a god or a witch hiding in the forest, but a tsar who understands their pain. We have made too many mistakes. The limits of human lifespan always let the wisdom of our ancestors fail. It's difficult to pass on." Katrin seemed to be very sure of the situation. The summoned elemental giant bear was about to be torn into pieces by the Terror Lizard. She still maintained the elegance of a noble person and waved her right hand slowly with the falling snowflakes, as if Use your body to sing a song for this scenery.

"It's just the limitations of the short-lived ghost, but how can you clarify these beautiful words, the bloody tsarina Katrin who killed all her relatives." Undisguised sarcasm appeared on Imrik's face, and he was not prepared to continue talking nonsense with Katrin. The holy flame of Ardaeus carried by the Conqueror's armor instantly enveloped the body, gradually melting the ice on his right arm.

Squeezing his somewhat stiff arms, Imrik was a little dissatisfied with the Conqueror Armor. In order to take care of the wearer, the speed and power of power release were made too low. After many improvements, it still remained the original framework.

The same is true for the ancestral Caledor armor. Both pieces of armor were built based on the upper limit of the elf's body, which is no longer suitable for his current situation.

When Drachnir grows older, give him the Caledor Armor, and leave this set to his second son, and then get a new one.

The moment of divergent thinking quickly reversed, and Imric began to fight with Katrin. The purpose was not to kill her, but just to buy some time for Master Ke.

As for the group of people working in the city of Kislev, they have long been forgotten. Given that Katrin is currently blessed with leyline energy and has shown the ability to guide the direction of the battlefield, it is best for those in the action team not to die.

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On the other side, Oliveira was still chattering and trying with the communication stone.

"The Viper No. [-] calls the Snake's Nest. The Viper No. [-] calls the Snake's Nest. Please answer when you receive it. Please answer when you receive it. Damn it, this is a piece of shit. I knew that Master Mage couldn't possibly like a group of soldiers and ruffians."

After waiting for 2 minutes, there was only a sound of powder being pinched out from the edge of the stone. Hilbot said sarcastically,

"Don't try your piece of shit. I've suggested before that it's better to get an operation and maintenance manual, so that the big-headed soldier who knows nothing about magic will be helpless after losing contact. Now you know you're at a disadvantage, haha. You have it too. Today, Oliveira, you used to be proud of the superiority of elf civilization, but now you are not squatting in the pit eating dirt with us."

"Shut up, you pervert who likes to torture people. I will sew your mouth shut with pig intestines when you get back." Oliveira cursed and put the communication stone back into the bag. Originally, he was still somewhat sure of the success of the operation. .

But after a group of people arrived secretly outside the palace, the elf's natural sensitivity to the wind of magic allowed him to detect changes in the air, and the source was exactly where Katrin was.

In order to get some precise information, he could only contact the headquarters as soon as possible before the scouts came back, but he didn't expect that he had tried everywhere, but still no news.

The three people were leaning against the wall and running towards this place quickly. They were the people who were scouting the Tsar's palace.

The leading soldier had a solemn face and told the commander the not-so-good news, "The city wall has been renovated, and several secret passages have been sealed. Some accessible places have obvious traps, so it is not recommended to enter."

"Well, you go and rest for 2 minutes first." Rascal poked his head out of the residence and looked at the soldiers standing guard at the palace gate.

The firelight shone on the defeated face, and there were unnatural wrinkles on the skin. It was obviously a vampire.

The door made of steel bars and oak wood behind them must not be easily opened, but time is passing by little by little. The longer it is delayed, the more detrimental it is to the operation.

"Next step plan." Oliveira also stuck his head out. To be honest, he was not sure about attacking such a big castle with such a small number of people. Even if there were a thousand pigs inside, it would take a while to kill them.

What's more, there are many necromancers and troops stationed in the city. Even if the beast army of the Witch Council attracts a lot of attention, they can quickly provide support.

This is not the knight who is loved by girls in the heroic story of Ulthuan to save the princess. One man rushes into the castle and hacks to death a few rotten fish and shrimps. If he defeats the mastermind behind the scenes, a giant dragon or griffon will appear to escort him, and he will get two free coins. Individuals go to caves to do Slaanesh deeds in the name of healing.

"A strong frontal attack, let your ogres bring this guy over." The general squatted and turned away from the artillery attack range. He was also afraid that the ogres' shaking hands would blow him into pieces.

After learning this result, Oliveira lowered his arms and made a rather helpless paralysis posture. He should have guessed that with Manzi as the commander, he would definitely do something big.

The movement in the dark residence attracted the attention of the vampires on guard. Low-pitched Kislevian voices continued to be heard, and the armed guards slowly walked towards the source of the chaotic footsteps.

A sound of breaking bricks suddenly erupted. Among the rubble and dust, two artillery pieces that should have been placed at the top of the city were carried by ogres who should not be here. Most of the fuses behind the barrels had been burned. .

When the vampire guard wanted to dodge the cannon, rapid gunshots were heard around the ogre. The silver bullets penetrated the weak joints of the armor. When blood holes and wails appeared, the victims were also shocked. The attacker lost the ability to move.

The sound of two soaring cannons appeared immediately, and the cannon on the ogre's shoulder was aimed directly at the door that was difficult to break through. In the fire and smoke, two large holes were blown out of the door that carried the glory of having not been breached for thousands of years, and then Also difficult to repair.

Before the general could say anything, Hilbot, who had been suppressed for a long time, had already raised his sword and rushed towards the guard at the door. His actions were swift but also filled with unique resentment.

"Go! Go! Go! Kill that son of a bitch Katrin! I want her to spit out all the gold coins she has eaten."

(End of this chapter)