Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Deafening cheers came from Asur's side. They were elegant, deadly, and precise. This competition perfectly met all Asur's requirements for a winner.

No matter how picky you are, you can't find the slightest flaw in the victory of Shadow Crown Hand.

And this further deepens an emotion called racial consciousness. Asul is a cow like Asrai, and he can win even on the bow and arrow you claim to be the best at.

There was no doubt that Skalok was dead, and even Ariel's presence could not have saved an elf with his heart torn out.

She said coldly, "I hope Asul can still maintain this kind of luck."

Imric casually dismissed her and told her to get lost. He was just planning to make a big splash with the project in the next few days. Seeing that Caledor only sent two Silver Moon Dragons this time, he asked the Twilight Sisters to appear with the Forest Dragon.

Regarding this matter, I can only say that there is no pressure, just grab someone and throw it on Sklarzak's back as a pendant, and you will win for sure.

Shadow Crown Hand, who was not used to the lively atmosphere, chose to disappear immediately when he saw the words of congratulations and praise around him. Everything was just an order.

Only Odd and Edgar were left looking at each other, scolding each other for being ignorant, and actually thinking of inviting the Nagaryth elf to drink, it was like a dream.

Edtelis and Assanil walked to the prince and asked in a low voice,
"Magnus expressed his willingness to cooperate in the air battle. There is also a dormant blazing phoenix in the cabin. The flame resistance of the dragon armor is enough to forcefully ride it in a short time. Do you want to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Imric waved his hand to stop him. There should be no fraud in the air combat. This was Caledor's bottom line.

"Skarazak, the bloody dragon will be responsible for the battle with Asrai."

Edtelis had a strange look on his face. He had heard about Kislev before and thought that Imrik had just temporarily found Sklarzak as an ally to provide support for the war.

After all, the bloody dragon disappeared after the war, which made everyone more certain about this matter, but they didn't expect it to be used as a trump card.

"It's time to send someone to go with him, lest Aslay deny the outcome of the game."

"Elvis, this brat, he will have to deal with Sklarzak in the future."

The high-level dragon prince was about to say that his nephew had never even ridden a dragon. How could he ensure that he would not fall without a dragon saddle?

But in a blink of an eye, he saw Elvis roaring at Pakal, and chose to shut up. As a bystander, he still had some knowledge of this giant lizard, and tearing the giant dragon apart with his hands should be like playing.

"Why did you secretly pluck the feathers of the demi-gryphon again? It made me have to explain to Magnus for a long time, and you didn't even think of roasting them and eating them." Elvis stared at Pakal. He opened his mouth to his eyes and kept roaring, "I just plucked the chicken feathers, but I still ate them secretly. I ate all the food in the carriage. Where can I find compensation?"

He was paying attention to the bow and arrow duel, but he didn't expect Pakar to run to the empire in a flash. Under Magnus's smiling eyes, he plucked all the feathers from the neck of Weitz's demi-griffon, and also provided food on the spot. question.

"I want to get a feather crest. Look at the feather crest on Gaguyar's head. It looks very nice." Pakal argued. He would never admit that he was just curious about the demi-gryphon and wanted to try what it tasted like, but With Magnus staring at him, it was hard to catch him.

The Skink Priest, who received the appreciation, could not help but shake his head and seemed to enjoy it very much. He raised the feather crest on his head and said,
"Pakar's taste is as elegant as that of the prophet. He is worthy of being the son of a god. And Elf Boy, you have very bad taste. The helmet you are wearing does not match the Sotek sect. The prophet does not like this."

Pakal lost no time in nodding in agreement, "Yes, yes, Elvis's helmet is ugly, why not replace it with a crest."

Facing the two lizard men who were becoming more and more proficient in singing the oboe, Elvis had no choice but to cover his face with his hands. What on earth was he thinking at that time? He actually thought that Pacal was a qualified priest.And Gaguiar, you are a super red-crested skink who has been fighting guerrillas with the prophet for 1000 years. How come you still imitate humans when talking about taste? Why don't you throw it back into the incubation pool and rebuild it.

"Elvis."

Hearing the familiar voice, he put down his palm and looked at the two respected dragon princes. Elvis greeted back,
"Uncle, Lord Assanil."

Edtelis and Assanil chose to keep a distance from Pakar, pointing at the two lizardmen who were still shaking their heads in praise of the prophet's taste.

"Why don't you introduce it to us? We are very interested in the specific situation of the giant horned viper."

Elvis waved his hand and introduced the big guy next to them.
"Pakar, the priest of the Giant Horned Viper, is a foodie who only thinks about dried fish and snacks. He likes to use an extra-large minigun to bring the warmth of Sotek to the enemy."

"Jagoyar, the priest of the giant horned viper, the little follower of the snake god prophet, his favorite thing to do is to report to the prophet."

The priest was furious, raised his golden staff and kept hitting Elvis, "Watch your words, I am a loyal follower of the prophet, not a follower in the concept of a hot-blooded species."

"What's the difference? You just like to snitch." Elvis knelt down and put his head on the Skink Priest's head, looking into each other's eyes.

Seeing this scene, Edtelis felt a little embarrassed, especially the unabashed laughter of Assaniel beside him, which made it even worse. He was blind in that eye, thinking that his nephew had grown up.

Pakal pulled away the two people who were bickering and advised his good friends not to do anything.

The Dragon Prince even covered his face. The future of the Hallandur family is worrying.

Assanil found it really interesting. The bickering looked nothing like a military organization. When he saw the three snake god believers starting to quarrel again, he quickly said what he said,
"Skarazak, you will be responsible for the final round of aerial combat with him."

Elvis, who was beating the monitor lizard's thigh, turned his head and said with some confusion,

"But I am a representative of Sotek's sect, how can I participate in the air battle in Caledor?"

"Put on your dragon armor and show off with a dragon gun."

Elvis rubbed his head and smiled sheepishly,
"But I don't know how to use the Dragon Spear."

"Act according to the situation, we believe you." Assanil patted him on the shoulder. With the reaction speed of this little monster, the dragon gun that is difficult for ordinary people to control, he can already understand the use of it after swinging it twice, and it is enough to cope with one game. .

After all, this time he was just serving as a pendant and an assistant.

Edtelis glanced at the monitor lizards and skink lizards who were watching, walked to his nephew, and said in an unquestionable tone,
"After this competition, take some time to return to China. My father really wants to see you."

"As long as it's not about marriage..." Elvis swallowed, looking at his uncle's murderous eyes, he could only accept it.

He secretly thought that anyone who returns to China would be a fool. The old world is so big that it is impossible to find him. (End of chapter)