Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 682 The Confidence Belonging to the Emperor

As the Sword Singer finished scraping her skin, Weitz knocked her down with a shield blow. Just as he was thinking about whether to spare her life, he thought of what happened yesterday.

I can only sigh helplessly, saying that I am also following orders, so you can leave here.

He strolled forward and said in a gentle tone,

"It's a pity that although Aslay and I have no enmity, you seem to have offended people you shouldn't have offended. I am also following orders. We are all workers, so don't hold grudges. If you want to blame it, blame your incompetence. .”

The sword chanter who fell on the ground seemed to have lost his mobility and turned into a beast that was ready to be slaughtered. He twitched his body and held the sword to fight back, but his stagnant actions showed that he was in danger.

The sword chanter's face covered with war patterns suddenly raised, his mouth turned into a tiny circle, and an undetectable black shadow suddenly appeared through the air, shooting directly into the knight's unprotected eyes.

This black shadow was so fast that it was difficult for people to react, and it instantly entered the helmet.

The walking knight gradually became stiff, and the shield he was holding loosened on the way. The sound when he fell to the granite not only meant that the game had changed, but also caused the concerned crowd to fall into commotion.

And the body that fell powerlessly backwards only deepened this contradiction.

"Aslay!" Magnus clasped his hands and stared at Aslay's position on the left with blazing eyes, even though the championship showdown never stipulated that players could not use concealed weapons or other items.

However, the participating Asur, Bretonnian, and Sotek sects all disdain to do this in a duel. If they lose, they must do so openly, and if they die, they must die standing. This makes people forget the methods of these real beastmen.

Not losing to the Empire and Bretonnia, this is Aralos's bottom line. He doesn't care what means he uses. If he fights with inferior races, he will be defeated. The brave man is willing to sacrifice himself as a sacrifice for the next reincarnation. Offer it up!

He stared at Magnus without showing any signs of weakness, moved his lips slightly, and explained in Imperial language.

"This is Athel Loren."

Magnus took a few deep breaths and clenched his palms. It seemed that it was necessary to teach these wood elves a lesson.

Even a small hero dares to override the emperor who killed the Eternal Chosen. If Orion wakes up, it means that there is always a threat in the south of the empire.

"Warhammer!" Magnus whispered to the knight beside him. Even if he didn't carry Gael Maraz, he was confident that he could kill this so-called brave man with one hammer.

"Your Majesty..." Although hesitant, the knight still handed over the weapon. Magnus has not personally taken action for many years. He has been taking care of the empire's government affairs in Nunn. He firmly believes that the overall strength of the empire is the real strength. Not one person can support a huge country.

But this does not mean that this unprecedented double-chosen emperor, known as the savior, is half a point weaker than anyone present.

Under the eyes of the angry Imperial people, the sword chanter dragged his sore body, holding the short blade and slowly walked towards the Imperial knight who was still twitching on the ground from time to time.

"Extremely shameless, dirty, obscene, despicable, cowardly..." The Imperial Knight insulted him in various ways, and occasionally uttered some dwarf curse words that made Assur raise his eyebrows.

The two short blades fell into the hollow eyes. This was what she needed to bring to Athel Loren. It had nothing to do with the so-called honor. Only the dead cared about this illusory thing.

But in the surprised eyes of the Imperial Knight, Weitz, who was lying on the ground with his whole body twitching, swung his sword with his right hand to block Aslay's short blade, and then kicked him violently, sending him flying out of the threatening range.

"That's it? You Aslays are really a bunch of sissies." Weitz, who was lying on the ground, laughed disdainfully, allowing the conflict to temporarily ease.

He did almost die suddenly just now. He observed the black shadow with his sharp vision and subconsciously turned his head to dodge. However, the steel needle was still pierced into the helmet. Fortunately, it did not hit his eyeball, but only pierced the bridge of his nose.

Loosening the shield and falling down were not fake. His brain stagnated for a short time and he lost control of his body. Under the subconscious influence of countless battles, he could only hold the sword that was his life.

For a brief moment, he thought he was going to see Sigma, but the green pendant around his neck saved his life, and with the sound of the crystal breaking, his consciousness gradually cleared.By chance, he met the sword chanter who wanted to finish off his attack.

"You bastard raised by goblins, you actually wasted such a precious Taoist product for this Aslay bitch." Weitz cursed in his heart. He now felt full of strength, without any hint of fatigue. It was simply better than visiting a brothel. It's ten thousand times better.

This thing that was supposed to reverse the situation on the battlefield was actually used in a sneak attack.

He thought about how to make up for this loss, picked up the shield and walked towards Aslay who was trying to continue fighting, and glanced at Imric in the audience.

"Kill this bitch, kill Aslay when you see him, then lick your face and ask the Dragon Prince to give you something more."

Just do what you say, this is the nature of the Imperial Knight. This time, he can pay close attention to various hidden weapons that may appear. He is ready to raise his shield at any time, and he will take his time to fight with the sword chanter.

During this period, many incredible hidden weapons appeared, such as the whip blade swung from the end of the hair, the steel needle flying out of the mouth, and the unknown bomb that created smoke, but Weitz still stopped them one by one.

As long as you pay careful attention, there is no doubt that this game will be won by the Imperial Knights.

When the sword chanter felt that his moves were exhausted and the short blade in his hand had been cut with a lot of gaps, he was about to shout loudly to the referee to declare his surrender.

Weisz, who had sharp eyes and quick hands, noticed what she wanted to do. When he uttered the words, "I surrender...", he changed his cautious posture and ran at high speed. The long sword slipped from his neck, and a shining head fell to the ground.

Aralos and several woodland lords immediately jumped to the field, glared at Weez and shouted,

"She has surrendered!"

Weisz spread out his shield and sword and said helplessly,

"Oh? Really? My ears were a little deafened by the poison and I couldn't hear clearly. How about asking her to say it again?"

"Weitz, stand down." Magnus walked onto the playing field alone, his monocle showing endless cold light.

He looked at these forest lords one by one, nodded and said,

"Very well, five of you, let me see where the capital you are so proud of lies."

Before Aralos could speak, Magnus had already moved. The warhammer in his hand was emitting endless light, and his figure was like a meteor streaking across the sky as he ran.

The woodland lord at the front immediately raised his oak shield high and blocked Magnus's path with superb skills. The green leaf spear in his hand was ready. As soon as he stopped the imperial barbarian, he would pierce the unprotected chest. .

But this feat obviously won't happen to an unknown person. When the oak shield came into contact with the warhammer, it turned into powder on the spot, and together with this ignorant woodland lord, it was embedded in the ground and turned into a mass of blood foam. No trace of the previous one could be found. Any similar parts for a second.

Blood splattered on Magnus's emperor's robes. He watched the match without armor. This was not only a sign of trust in the Imperial Knights, but also his confidence in himself.

Countless people of the empire regard the Pious as their savior and the greatest emperor after Sigmar, and he will never live up to this belief.

Magnus' lips slightly parted under his beard, and in the silence of the entire audience, he spoke of his explanation for this action:
"Who else."

A group of imperial knights, carrying half-gryphon mounts, walked silently behind Magnus. There were already figures of gryphons flying in the sky, with halberds and lances ready to go. They only waited for His Majesty's order. Everywhere becomes a battlefield.

It's not just Caledor led by Imrik who is at the height of his power. Under the leadership of Magnus, the empire will regain its past glory, drive away the Chaos barbarians in the north, defeat the greenskins in the south, kill Nagash, and become the old world. overlord!

(End of this chapter)