Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

A desolate, lifeless maze composed of countless gravels and ravines, with no water source or living animals in sight. This is the true portrayal of the Badlands.

Life-sustaining supplies for ordinary races are extremely difficult to find here. Only the most experienced survivors can capture a few rodents hiding in the rubble, as well as the water droplets condensed in the rubble ravine.

The desolate and boundless environment made the group a little uncomfortable, but according to Belegar's description, this was just the edge of the bad land.

Once you get deep into it, it's not just a simple matter of lack of supplies. The green-skin warbands wandering around, the unnatural magical whirlpools, the crazy swamps that swallow life, and the bottomless ravines are all part of this terrifying place. Simple expression.

Bruni has been observing the environment. I am afraid that he was too optimistic about the situation in the badlands before, thinking that even greenskins need a more suitable environment to grow, but the facts have proved that these irritable creatures are completely contrary to common sense.

The maze of gravel that is difficult to navigate, the surface that lacks water, and the sewers that are piled with bones, even the harsh environment of Naggaros is difficult to match.

Seven days after setting off from Haimen Pass, apart from encountering some dwarf rangers and wandering green boys who seemed to be everywhere along the way, the support team had nothing to gain. They just followed Belega's instructions and walked forward in a daze.

Belega, who was walking in the front row, walked at a steady pace, while the action team had to choose to move slowly and at a slow pace in order to take care of Dwarf Duozi's short legs.

But this is also in line with the Dragon Prince's thoughts. The shadow warriors have been scouting the surroundings in a dispersed manner, and they must pay attention to any details of this route.

Most of the people in the group were soldiers. Even Belegar, who was a descendant of the king, had never been engaged in production work and did not have much thought about the boring and depressing march.

But Damian is obviously a fun-loving person. People who come from barbarian tribes do not have the concept of militarization. They just go for it. This is the style of tribal warriors. They face the battlefield with a smile and welcome the fight with courage. Marching must be carried with strong drinks and spirits. Hustle.

The barbarian, who stood as tall as an elf on a horse, finally couldn't hold back the boredom of the past few days. He stopped and his body trembled slightly, as if he was enduring something.

The Flame Knight thought something had happened to this big guy, so he stopped his horse and waited patiently for the next step.

Only Bruni knew that his next move was anything but ordinary.

Damian raised his arms high and roared to the sky, "Bruceso, please hurry up and get some green-skinned boys with no eyes! Grandpa Damian is so boring!"

This thunderous roar obviously alarmed everyone. The well-trained war horses were frightened by the roar and almost bent their knees to kneel down in front of this big guy.

The gravel next to the barbarian seemed to be washed away by the momentum and flew around along with the sound waves.

Belegar, who was dozing off at first, was also startled. He was not frightened by Damian, but it could also be said that he was frightened. Although he could not understand what the big guy said, such a loud volume would definitely arouse focus on.

He quickly moved his short legs, hit Damian's thigh with his shield, and shouted angrily,

"Are you crazy? The greenskins will discover our actions. With only a few people in the action team, they will definitely die in the bad place."

But the dwarf's words seemed to stimulate Damian, and the barbarian let out an increasingly loud and provocative roar. The stones washed away by the sound waves actually shattered in mid-air because of this power.

Coster shrugged at Bruni. He didn't expect Damian to endure it for seven days. This was really unexpected. According to his previous temper, if he didn't have any fun for two days, he must have been muttering about killing someone.

The Dragon Prince, on the other hand, is already ready for battle, and if Damian is to accompany him, he must be prepared to deal with emergencies.

While the barbarians were still singing loudly, he raised his head and looked into the distance, and found that a group of goblin boys riding wolves and red-skinned monsters had already followed the dust. The number was not too large, about three hundred.

"Okay, let's start the long-awaited warm-up exercise. I hope your hands won't shake."

Coster snorted disdainfully, "I haven't seen you for a while. I didn't expect you to imitate Masnot and tell bad jokes." The barbarian, who was still provocatively roaring, naturally noticed the movement in the distance and threw his legs away. Belega, who was chattering away, took the lead and charged forward.

Bruni, who was galloping on horseback, followed him closely. When passing Belega's position, he kindly reminded him, "You don't have to take action and interfere with the rhythm of the battle."

The Flameborn Knights and the Horns of the Sun then charged forward. With the blessing of some mysterious power, these ordinary old world war horses were able to burst out as fast as the Elven Horses in a short period of time.

The great swordsmen who were responsible for doing the dirty work were also keeping up with the cavalry. The soldiers with long bows were already taking aim while running, eager to win the glory of the first drop of blood for themselves.

Only Belegar, because the speed was too slow, fell into a state of confusion. It was the first time he saw an army confronting the greenskins. Are you fools? Once surrounded, you will be waiting to die.

Although he had some doubts, selling teammates was not a dwarf tradition, and the dwarf prince quickly followed suit.

Taking the lead, Damian's charge was as powerful as a tank. Many people compared it with Itaza Rock and firmly believed that the former could defeat the latter.

He sideways bumped into a bouncing Squig beast with his shoulder. In the horrified eyes of the goblin rider, the beast was instantly broken into pieces, and then a big sword swept across the two-meter semicircle drawn by the sword light. , has become a restricted area of ​​life.

The land tank began to kill with itself as the center. Arcs formed a dance of death. This green-skinned wandering cavalry team had no chance of stopping them.

And in response to this terrifying ability, the elven soldiers who were following closely chose to stay far away and kill the crazy Damian?The best option is to stay away from the battlefield and watch from the sidelines.

After the barbarians attacked the center of the enemy with a heavy hammer, without Bruni's instructions, the Flameborn Knights, with the cooperation of the Horn of the Sun, wandered along the edge of the greenskin team and strangled, leaving a gap in the center for the enemy. The swordsmen passed.

One after another, armor-piercing arrows followed the sound of wind and pierced into the head of the goblin boy. Some of them were not very lucky and were pierced along with the mounts underneath them.

The long-term war talent made the goblins keenly aware of the way to deal with this situation. There was an obvious gap in the counterattack of the shiny things, and in front were just some things with machetes.

The leading goblin leader hid in the protective layer and shouted loudly to the boys who were already in chaos. The cunning and cruel second brother Gaomao was always protecting me. These shiny things were vulnerable.
"Listen to me and rush to the open space ahead!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Coster's mouth, who was running with the big swordsmen. He was not an auxiliary who used magic from behind. He was better at hitting people with a hammer than blacksmithing.

He tightened his legs and jumped, forming a subtle arc in mid-air, as if a god had descended, holding the hammer tightly in his right hand, heading towards the running goblin boys.

The radiance of divine power emerged from his body, and the flames gushing out of the hammer gradually became chaotic and mixed, like boiling magma.

After trampling a warg to death with both feet, the flaming hammer hit the ground. Boiling forging fire spurted out from the soles of his feet, and the ground seemed to be shaking in a daze.

The burning sensation burned the goblin kid, which made the leader want to run away, but then, a long knife with a flashing yellow thunder snake cut off the ugly head.

Bruni, who shook off the blood on the blade, was speechless at the priest's unauthorized action. He just wanted to see how these people were fighting together without command, but he didn't expect that not only Damian was a little bored, but everyone was probably waiting. A fight.

Facing Coster's dissatisfied face after being robbed of his head, the Dragon Prince raised his sword in the distance and said, "Don't worry, it seems that a green-skinned war gang is coming."

Damian, who was always paying attention to the situation behind him, crushed a warg's head into crushed watermelon with his left hand and asked quickly,

"Where?!" (End of Chapter)