Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 623 Manfred is sure of victory
In the howling snowstorm, Imric watched with interest as Catlin's ugly face showed a surprised expression, thinking of Count Manfred who had just fallen from the sky, and he quickly realized the truth of the matter.

"Let me guess, you don't know Manfred's plan at all. Let me calculate again, my deliberate interference with you on the battlefield, the assassination operation of the beheading team, the witches' plan to control the countryside, Manfred Mysterious purpose, Neferata's conspiracy, you are so honorable, Tsarina Katrin, one person can be plotted by so many things."

The applause gradually rose, and Imrik, who was still smiling despite being frozen for most of his body, looked particularly ironic, which made Katrin somewhat unable to control the gathering place of the blizzard.

The witch stared at Manfred with her plaintive eyes, "Manfred, your promise is to defeat the Patriot Army, and my promise is the location of all the tombs of the Four Righteous Gods Church."

Manfred, who stood side by side with the witch, didn't care about the forcing tone. His hoarse voice once again said a condition, "I failed, but your promise was based on the fulfillment of my promise, so it is no longer valid. "

"But I still have a promise. I can't defeat the army, but this elf, as long as you cooperate, his fate will be death."

Katrin obviously hesitated for a while, but after increasing the power of the ice and snow, she still saw Imrik's ugly, mocking face and knew that this was one of the few opportunities she had.

"Do what you have to do, Manfred von Carstein."

Earl Man bowed slightly to show respect to the female tsar, and then stared at the frozen Imrik, with four fangs glowing with cold light confirming his bloodthirsty identity.

"Of course, my esteemed Majesty the Queen Khan."

Don't get me wrong, Earl Man went to great lengths to do so many things, but he definitely didn't want to taste the blood of an elf prince.

Think about how interesting it would be if the rulers of Ulthuan's most powerful kingdoms were turned into vampires.

An ancient family has ruled the kingdom for thousands of years, but now there are only two people. The characteristics of being with the dragon allow them to restrain their blood thirst at any time, but the converted race will never change.

Will other elven kingdoms allow Caledor to be ruled by vampires?And is Imric willing to be beheaded?Or should the two sides reach a strange peaceful situation and treat this matter as an unspoken rule.

Just when he was secretly happy that he was turned upside down by this move through the elf, an inappropriate word interrupted Earl Man's fantasy,

"Control him, Manfred, through that spell... Arkhan will cooperate with you... He will be very useful for future plans..."

Even the well-educated Earl Man was stunned when he suddenly heard Nagash's words. When he felt that it was impossible, he had no choice but to accept it.

Although Imrik's abilities appear a bit weird, if three masters of black magic join forces, it is not impossible.

At the same time, Arkhan's expression on the winged carriage changed, and he secretly cursed his master for having a seizure again.

He was ready to release a spell to resonate with the Book of Nagash, use the howl of the Lord of the Dead to temporarily shield the guards around the elves, and take advantage of the chaos to take away the treasure.

But now it is necessary to adjust the resonance spell to inject the power of the Book of Nagash into Manfred to help control the soul of the Elf Prince.

What a stupid decision.

But the master's order still needs to be obeyed. The iron box that was shaking violently in Davian's hands suddenly stopped moving and returned to a deathly calm.

But after this brief lull, a riot broke out that even he couldn't hold firmly. The iron box broke through the seal and suddenly opened half of it, exposing the evil scroll inside to the air.

Berannar suppressed the power of the Book of Nagash as quickly as possible, but even so, a large amount of the consciousness of the Lord of the Dead still escaped into Arkhan's hands.

Arkhan stared at the familiar breath in his hand and sighed deeply. Ablash was right. The servant's advice was like a clown. The master's will was above all else. There was never a day when the master and servant's wills were exchanged. .

The dark and profound consciousness was sent to the eye of the storm. The last person who was tortured by Nagash's will to the point of death was Sigma.

But that was the crown of Nagash, and this one is the remaining will of two fragments.

Arkhan ordered the Hand to retreat to the undead army, and the only chance disappeared. He wanted to seize the Book of Nagash from the hands of a few dragons and hundreds of elite soldiers. He believed that he did not have this ability.

The elf mage who quickly suppressed Nagash's consciousness was no simple role, let alone the few personal magic swordsmen. "Next time, when will it be..."

The profound will that penetrated the blizzard rushed straight into Imrik's body, pouring in without any pause.

His originally sarcastic face became serious, and his body began to break free from the ice that restricted it.

Manfred's face softened a bit as his vision was effective. There was no doubt about the power of the Lord of the Undead, and he could compare to the gods before his death.

A controlled elf puppet?Seems more interesting than expected.

He reminded the witch in the auxiliary control loudly,

"Katrin!"

"Shut up, you ugly bald man, I still have to deal with those rebels, so hurry up and act!"

Katrin increased the output of magic, and balls of ice as hard as steel hit the surface of Imrik's body. After the elf's brief and useless struggle, they accumulated into ice sculptures.

Manfred laughed wildly when he saw a ball of black magic breaking through the obstacles of the blizzard and pouring straight into his body.

An elf prince who obeys every word, holds power in his hands that is comparable to that of the entire empire. At this time, I, Manfred von Carstein, was not only the emperor of the empire, but also the emperor of the elves.

This is Von Carstein's destiny!

The vampire turned into a black shadow and arrived in front of Imrik's ice sculpture. He grabbed the fragile throat with his hands and stared at the dazed elf's eyes with scarlet eyes.

If you want to control a person's spirit as quickly as possible, the best way is to enter the spiritual world and defeat him.

And now he has three of the top black magic masters in the world. This elf is just a warrior. He may have obtained strange abilities through some divine blessing, but how can he resist the coming of destiny.

Putting his soul into the heart of this warrior, Manfred felt extremely smooth, without even a trace of hindrance.

The first thing that entered was a layer of souls that were as hot as flames. Count Man did not care. This must be some trick of the descendants of Caledor. The rumors of the Heart of Flames were not accidental.

The second level was the ice-cold moonlit land, which made Count Man a little concerned, thinking that maybe this dragon prince was still a loyal believer of Lilith.

But on the third level, according to his experience, it should be the scene that the elves are most familiar with, such as the palace or the training ground. This is the safest place subconsciously considered, and it is also the place where the soul is most favored.

But unexpectedly, there was only deathly darkness.

Unable to find a way to continue entering, Count Man tried to resonate with Nagash's will. He began to recall one thing, that is, the Lord of the Dead did not leave any traces on the two floors just now!
When he started to wonder, he suddenly noticed that the ground beneath his feet was moving, and he became nervous due to the sudden change.

The ground moved slowly at first, but soon became rapid. A ray of light appeared from above the head. It was this light that allowed Manfred to see the source of the movement of the earth.

He was standing on the snake's body, where he thought it was the earth, but it was just scales!

The snake head, which was bigger than the mountain range, stared directly at Count Man. Without too much hesitation, he opened his huge mouth to swallow this ignorant vampire.

Manfred tried to move and pull out his soul immediately, but it was difficult to obey.

The tenant was pinned in place by the giant snake, unable to move except in fear!

"Go away, you stinking snake, don't you see that this is my respected guest?"

(End of this chapter)