Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 678 Val’s intention
Not caring about what happened behind them, Imrik and Dess walked up the Briogne River and strolled through the junction of the forest and the wilderness.

"I am not Val as you imagined. I am just an incarnation in the mortal world. I am an afterimage who followed Isa to Athel Loren."

Imrik chuckled and shook his head, saying, "I know, but it is undeniable that you still symbolize Val, and that is enough."

Dais also shook his head and chuckled. Imric's attitude was impeccable. Even though the identities of the two were similar, he still maintained respect, a respect that came from the heart.

"Calledor, Caledor, I'm so glad that the kingdom that I unintentionally favored has become so strong. I still remember that a thin elf climbed over the mountains and came to the volcano, praying to understand the mysteries of steel and runes, using an unnecessary Any way to sacrifice.”

"He is very successful. When he doesn't need to blind his eyes, he is already the best craftsman in the world. I watched him raise the flames on the volcano, turn the molten iron into refined steel, use magic to forge a dragon saddle, and let Caledo and the others Dragons are closely linked.”

"But it's a pity that the initial dragon saddle forged by our ancestors has been damaged by me." Imrik sighed at this. Such an important symbol was reduced to ashes when he exploded against Be'lak, along with the cursed city. Disappearing from the mortal world is truly a loss to the kingdom.

"But as long as it exists, we can eventually recreate it."

These words made Imric a little confused, and he always felt that Dess had something to say.
"what do you mean?"

Dais pointed at the dragon horn on Imrik's waist, "This is not the dragon's tooth of Khazar Eranos."

"You saw it." Imrik sighed without covering up too much.
"The dragon horn forged by the ancestor dragon tamer himself, with the end of the Longbeard War, has fallen into the hands of the dwarves along with the remains of the ancestor Caledor II."

"But we still have some options."

Ok?
Doubts appeared in Imrik's mind, but Sotek said personally that the legendary dragon horn could not be reproduced. This artifact had part of the concept that the emperor dragon was the ancestor of the Caledor dragons.

Dais took the dragon horn from Imrik and observed it carefully for a while.
"Indra Gunir's son, Minas Nir, I hope I remembered his name correctly. He should have become an imperial dragon. No, no, maybe he should be called an ancient dragon."

"Yes, Minas Nir has returned to his ancestors and returned to the state of the ancient dragon."

Dais blew gently into the horn from some distance away and listened carefully to the subtle sound.

"The only function of this dragon horn now is to boost morale."

Imrik laughed at himself, even if this dragon horn only had the function of boosting morale, it was still impossible to abandon it.

"I hear you tell me, is there a way to recreate the ancient dragon's horn?"

"I don't have much connection with the dragons, but if it is reforged with Minas Nil's dragon teeth, it might be able to enhance some of its effects."

"That's enough." Imrik nodded in agreement. After a while, he finally spoke out what was in his heart.

"You should know that staying here is nothing more than waiting for death. Neither Kane nor the Chaos Gods will let Athel Loren go."

"Yes, I know." Dais sighed deeply and returned the dragon horn to Imric.
"But guarding this forest with Isa is Val's destiny." "We have ways to save this situation, Caledor, no matter what happens to the kingdom left by our ancestors, as long as I am not dead, I will never There will be someone who can shake up Val's name."

Imric made it very clear, don't let Athel Loren watch two idiots play love and kill each other for the rest of their lives. If you want to come to Caledor, whoever dares to touch a hair will have to step over the body of the Dragon Prince. .

"I am very happy that Caledo is still like this. He has never been dissatisfied with me, a weak patron saint, and has always adhered to the traditions and honors of the past. But you also understand that this is impossible, Ancient Saint Sotek."

Dais raised his head and looked at the sky, seeming to witness his fate from his eyes covered with black cloth.
"You have never concealed anything from me. Every time you enter the Anvil of Vaal, the protective layer from Slann and Ancient Dragon will intentionally dissipate. I don't know whether the Ancient Saint has already arranged it, or whether it is an accidental factor that makes you become It’s like this, but I know your thoughts very well, to resist the coming of darkness for the world.”

Dai Si Nian, who had turned into a god, said,

"I am already very weak. Countless reincarnations of the war in heaven have left me with no hope. Perhaps it is not a bad thing that the elf system ends here. There is no need to see so many betrayals, killings and tragedies. In the final analysis, I am just a blacksmith, and I hope to see the forged tools functioning as they should, and to feel the brilliance of heroes wielding their weapons."

"It's enough to see Isa die happily instead of having to meet such a tragic ending every time."

"Extremely boring fatalism." Imrik said his thoughts without hesitation. Val is seeking death and will become tomorrow's fuel in this battle in heaven.

"But the gods are the product of fatalism." Dais, maybe he should be called Val now.

Val cast his eyes shrouded in black cloth at Imrik, "Then the purpose of your trip is Lilith."

"She was a big hindrance to me."

"She was an eccentric girl, at least a long time ago." Val sighed a lot, "Forget Kane's influence. She has witnessed too many reincarnations of the War in Heaven and no longer wants to continue this game. "

"But it is undeniable that her purpose has made this world very dangerous. Just letting Malekith go on Fennoir Plains will undoubtedly continue the war in heaven, in order to achieve those shady and dirty purposes. . What we hate is not the weak, but the traitors."

Val took a deep breath and said, "You are right, the Twisted Forest in the northeast of Moon Lake is the place you are looking for."

"What are your thoughts?" Imrik said solemnly. Since he couldn't stop a god who wanted to die, then there must be other factors behind his words. The most likely reason is Asrai.

Val turned his gaze to the jungle ahead, where he seemed to be able to see the endless Aslays who were looking for prey.

"Imric, lead your compatriot Asrai through this difficulty. Don't care about the so-called elven gods. We are destined to be the afterimage of self-destruction and cannot stop the threat of the dark gods for them.

Your structure should not be clinging to past prejudices. Druchi deserves to die. This is nothing more than an outrage. I cannot advise you to let go of this hatred.But Aslay, they are just refugees who were coerced by the war and became like this in order to survive. You should not treat your compatriots in a paranoid way. "

Imrik was silent for a long time, but he did not comment on this matter.
"I don't deny that paranoia will always bring about some differences in attitude, but Aslay always maintains this damn appearance. For example, when Moras was about to be captured, a group of dryads suddenly appeared to rescue him. I don't mind taking any measures. Take some necessary measures. Let them understand what they should do and what they should not do. Orion and Ariel are the biggest obstacles.

You should understand this, Asrai is supposed to become similar to Aenir, continuing the Assur legacy in a relatively reasonable way, rather than becoming a victim of the gods' love. "

(End of this chapter)