Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 677 The Blind Man
Aralos felt a little numbness in his arms, not the feeling when the muscles were hit by a fierce blow, but a breath that gradually seeped into the bone marrow, cold and damp, spreading around like maggots on the tarsal bones.

He looked down and found that at some point, there was a wound on his forearm. The bright red blood that should have oozed out was actually black!
It's impossible. With the gift given by Queen Ariel, no poison can infect my body.

When he secretly believed in his heart, he threw down the broken oak shield and shouted the name of the gods.
"For the hunting god Kunos! For my love Lilith!"

Unexpectedly, thinking of this name made the opponent's aura become a little darker. Elvis was as fast as a poisonous snake attacking, forming a black shadow on the field.

Aralos, holding a spear in both hands, showed a heroic side. After completely giving up the plan of defense, he used offense as defense, and met the attack of the snake god warrior with talents and experience far beyond the imagination of mortals.

The obsidian sword and the green leaf spear were swung like the wind. Both of them were good at speed, but in terms of strength, Elvis was undoubtedly the better, but due to the experience gap, Alaros still did not fall behind.

But Aralos was surprised to find that his attack had no effect!The armor that seemed to be made of bronze was extremely strong, and every time it hit it, it couldn't even leave a tiny dent.

But tiny wounds gradually appeared on Aralos's body, and his scales were as light as tree bark, without any hindrance in front of the obsidian sword.

He could feel the chill deep in his bones more and more. He gritted his teeth and took advantage of his opponent's movement. He held the spear under his ribs and stabbed it towards Elvis's left chest, aiming for the fatal heart.

"Victory to Athel Loren!"

As the glowing light emerged, everyone thought that Elvis might lose the battle because he underestimated the enemy. After all, no matter how fast he was, he might not be able to stop the turning back thrust.

Edtelis had a sullen expression on his face and drew his sword, ready to immediately avenge his nephew. After killing Araloth, he would stay in Athel Loren to exact unending revenge on Aslay for the rest of his life.

He was not present when his brother died on the front line, but his nephew died here. He watched helplessly. This kind of humiliation and self-hatred can only be stopped by going crazy until death.

But a clang of metal stopped the attack of Green Leaf's spear. Aralos's spear only pierced the bronze plate armor less than half an inch, and was unable to continue its advance.

Elvis showed a hint of sarcasm, "What kind of courage do you have to try to pierce the armor engraved with the name of the ancient Saint Quij? This is the masterpiece of Lord Slann."

That's right, after learning that Pakal was sent to travel with an elf child by Tehenhuoyin, the uneasy Slann Council worried that the nanny would be incompetent and put the Seal Dragon Lizard in danger.

He fished out an ancient holy relic from Itaza's basement, and with Master Ke's consent, transformed it into a style that the elf cub could use to avoid dying too quickly.

Obviously, although the green leaf spear in Aralos's hand was extraordinary, it could not penetrate the armor guarded by Kui Ji.

Elvis, preparing to end the fight once and for all, held the spear in his left hand, making it impossible for Aralos to avoid death.

The obsidian sword was slashed from the side with dense bloodshot eyes. It looked like he was preparing to cut off Aralos at the waist.

In the moment of crisis, Aslay could only pray for God's blessing in his heart, "Lilith, save me!"

Ok?
When there was doubt in his heart, Elvis suddenly uttered a curse word, "Fuck!"

A large ray of light appeared in his field of vision for an instant. The abnormally bright light made his vision blurry, but snakes not only rely on sight to hunt, they can also capture animals by smell.

The obsidian sword continued to swing, but there was only some touch on the front edge. He sniffed the bloody breath, and the scene just now appeared in his mind.

Aralos let go of the spear, kicked his feet back and jumped out immediately. Because his vision was blocked, the Blade of Revenge swung out according to the original trajectory. Although he adjusted a little at the last moment, it was still dodged, leaving only a deep scar on his abdomen. A half-inch slender scar.

However, this is enough, Sotek's poison will soon kill him.

The light gradually dissipated, and Elvis did not say that the other party did not follow martial ethics, and that the duel also used divine magic or magic. As long as Aslay died, the process was not important.

The snake god warrior pulled out the green leaf spear stuck in his breastplate and threw it to the brave man more than ten meters away.
"Go on, your little trick will only work once."

Aralos took the spear, but covered the wound on his abdomen with his hand. This injury, which should not have affected his actions, became extremely fatal in a short period of time. It was not only the cold and damp feeling just now, but also numbness and burning. Feelings suddenly arise.

But what was even more terrifying was the feeling of death. He couldn't describe it, but he knew in his heart that this poison might mean death.

But he still did not give up. After Lilith persuaded him to admit defeat, he resolutely held the spear and prepared to attack. Even if he died, he would never do anything that would undermine the dignity of Queen Ariel.

Araloth muttered in his heart, "I'm sorry, I love Lilith. Before I fell in love with you, I was still Queen Ariel's warrior."

He is determined to die. The resurrected king will avenge him. This is just another reincarnation of Athel Loren.

The heroic man's posture was somewhat deformed due to his injuries, and the blood dripping from his abdomen showed that the injuries might soon turn into a life-threatening situation.

But even so, he still stood proudly, holding a spear, like a hero in ancient murals, burning for the last time before death.

Elvis walked thousands of times without mercy, the blade of vengeance rubbed on the ground, and the harsh collision of stones seemed to sing the elegy of the brave.

Araloth focused his gaze on the face of young Assur. The eyes under the dragon helmet were so familiar, as if he had personally participated in the Wild Hunt, unleashing his wild nature amidst the sound of the horn and killing all enemies in sight.

The difference is that what Elvis desires is not killing and satisfying the elf's suppressed madness in his heart. He only desires one thing - his own death.

Caledo... what kind of monsters are they? A brat is so strong.

Aralos ignored any words that came to his ears, and used the moonlight that once guided him to activate his cold and stiff body.

He cannot admit defeat. This is an unacceptable shame. In this case, then accept death.

As the elegy ceases, it also heralds that he will receive the final blow of the obsidian sword.

Elvis raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looking at Alalos who was already exhausted and unable to move, but still standing with a spear. Since he wanted to die, no matter how much he said, it would be vain.

"That's enough, Aslay admits defeat." A sonorous and powerful word made everyone present look sideways, looking for the speaker and observing Imric.

Imrik was just about to say get out, but he could stop the championship duel just by admitting defeat. Do you think this game is yours?
But after discovering who the speaker was, he fell into a brief silence.

This silence also affected Elvis on the field. He stopped raising his sword. If the prince gave the order, regardless of the so-called rules of the game, this Aslay must die, and then he would only become a pile of withered bones.

Des...

It is impossible to do something to him, even if he is towards Aslay, but even so, if he has no respect for him, this is not what Prince Caledor should do.If the other two incarnations of gods, Orion and Ariel, were present and said these words, they could have killed Aralos on the spot, but only Dais could not.

This has nothing to do with interests or the strength of divine power. If the ancestors have spirits and see the blood descendants disrespecting Val, they will definitely be blamed.

"Elvis, stop."

After saying that, he didn't care about the eyes of others, stood up from the chair, signaled to the Flame Knight not to follow him, and walked towards Aslay alone.

Several Eternal Guards were facing the enemy, but Imrik just said a word,

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way. I let the game end, not because these springtails are so annoying. You should be grateful to Caledor for remembering the tradition and not turning into a group of beastmen."

The elf covered in black cloth stood there, simply decorated with leather armor and a green leaf cloak. He did not hold any weapons in his hands, only a hammer hung on his waist.

The person who brought the game to an end was none other than Dais, the Lord of the Starlight Furnace.

Imrik showed neither respect nor anger. He walked about ten meters in front of Dais and then stopped.

"Your purpose."

"We and you are not enemies."

We...hehe, this word is a bit intriguing. Kunos, Isha, and Vaal, the three gods care about Athel Loren, and they are not willing to incarnate in the mortal world.

The Dess in front of him was the incarnation of Val.

Unexpectedly, Imrik didn't react much, and even the sneer in Aslay's impression didn't appear. He said calmly,
"I believe it for the moment, but it has nothing to do with the current matter."

"That's enough, let Aralos leave alive."

"Okay." Imric nodded in agreement, turned around and said loudly, "Elvis, remove the poison of Sotek from Araloth."

Turning his gaze, Imrik made an inviting gesture, "Since we have met this time, why not take a walk?"

Des nodded silently, "Okay, let me see Caledo now."

Under everyone's puzzled gaze, Imric actually seemed to respect Asrai quite a bit, which simply broke the stereotype of him in the past few days.

Elvis was quite unhappy and spat. When the albino snake skull was chattering about killing Aslay with a sword and then granting him more power, he said impatiently,

"Don't talk nonsense here. I don't know the relationship between you two. If I'm not in Caledor, I listen to you. If I'm in Caledor, I listen to the prince."

"You worthless brat." The giant snake swore angrily. He really made a mistake and wanted to be chosen as a god.

He walked up to the crumbling Aralos, raised his obsidian sword, and said coldly, "Reach out your hand."

"What do you want to do?" Aralos was restraining the cold feeling in his body. Even though Lilith instilled divine healing, the feeling did not subside at all.

"If you don't want to die, just reach out. Lilith, whom you believe in, cannot remove Sotek's poison."

Elvis just stood there with his sword in front of him and made no next move.

Okay, since you didn't reach out, you can't blame yourself. It was Aralos' lack of cooperation.

After hesitating for a while, Aralos still stretched out his right hand, but what followed was another scar.

Mistakenly thinking that there was another conflict, this time they could no longer hold back the commotion, and the already tense situation immediately ignited. The woodland lords thought that Elvis wanted to kill the brave man.

As for the Asurs next door, although they don't quite understand the situation, since they are copying the guy, they must not show weakness.

"Aslays, attack!!!"

Edgar yelled angrily, "You dare to attack me if you rebel against them. Caledor, Saffrey, Charis, attack!"

"That's enough, this is healing, not murder." Alalos' roar suppressed the impulsive elf. He could feel the breath of death receding, and knew that the scar on his arm should be dealt with as quickly as possible.

But he still said to Elvis coldly, "You did it on purpose."

"Yes, so what, don't think that your lives are precious. In Caledor's view, Aslay is just the same as Druzi. The difference is that they are a group of traitors, and you are a group of savages. "

Elvis turned around and left without bothering to finish. When he saw his running uncle, he immediately changed his face, laughed and hugged Ed Tellis.

"Very good, very good. Your father will be proud of you, and so will my father and I, as well as Agthel and Astrid..." Edtelis was a little excited, and his words became confusing. He hugged his nephew tightly and kept patting his back.

The family has something to look forward to in the future, and this is something truly worth looking forward to.

Taking advantage of the fact that his uncle was in a state of excitement and might not be thinking very well, Elvis said hesitantly,
"Then what happened between Marist and me..."

But when it came to this matter, Edtelis immediately changed his face, paused his slapping movements with his palms, and said firmly, "No! Your wife must be a Caledorian woman, that is Philonina, I When I return home, let my father go to the Woodlow family to clarify this matter."

"There's really no feeling between me and her. She's not even as interested as Snake Lady." Elvis, who was crying in his heart, also had the same demeanor. He slapped his uncle's back hard, regardless of his pig liver look. , it seems that he is really sad.

But soon, feeling that his nephew could show his brilliance, he still shouted to introduce Elvis. Although most of the Flame Knights were very familiar with the young man, Edtellis was still full of pride.

I don't have a son, so my brother's son is my son. Doesn't this mean that my son beat Aslay's most famous woodland lord to the ground and had someone come to the rescue when he was about to die?

At least when it comes to showing off the achievements of their heirs, almost no race would miss it, even the Dragon Prince.

(End of this chapter)