Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 747 Amazing Drawings

The expressions of the three people who walked out of the Hall of Illusions were completely different from before. Erd Cape happily accepted his fate and prepared to return to his hometown to start infiltrating and back-devouring Lilith.

Even if you fail, it's just a game, so it's very easy.

He found the chameleon guide and expressed that he wanted to leave directly. He politely bid farewell to the dwarf master who was traveling with him, and walked straight out of the jungle.

Torek Ironbrow, who had witnessed his fate, had lingering anguish on his face. The Mountain Kingdom needs to change, and it needs to change immediately. No matter what method is used, the fate of destruction must not come!
The dwarf hesitated again and again, as if there was a strong struggle in his heart, and raised his hand again and again facing Elvis.

Although the identity of this elf is unknown, judging from the extravagant and extravagant clothing, he must be a high-ranking member of Caledor.

Whether it is to destroy, or to put down a little bit of body, like the Supreme King, abandon the hatred of the past, and focus on the upcoming threats, Torek has a vague answer in his heart.

"Elf, I have something I want to talk to your prince about."

Torek felt a little flushed on his face. These words may be worth remembering for a lifetime. It was the first time he spoke to an elf proactively and made a request.

If this pointy-eared person doesn't know what is good and what is bad, write it down in a small notebook.

After hearing this, Elvis turned around and showed a subtle smile. He and the prince watched the performance of the two in the viewing room. Compared to Oede's free and easy look that had broken his fate, Torek's expression of excitement was undoubtedly more reality.

"You want the Golden Age technology that Caledor preserved?"

Torek blushed even more when his thoughts were guessed, and secretly planned to write it down in a small notebook for this pointy-eared person. Everyone should respect the Rune Master, not in a teasing tone.

"I don't care about the technology in the hands of Pointy Ears. What you have in your hands is just some inferior stuff with no value at all. But if you can send it to me, maybe I can give you some pointers and make up for some shortcomings. .”

Elvis was amused by the tough-talking Torek, and perhaps only a dwarf could do it in this way.

But no matter what, this was originally intended to be given to the dwarves, but Thorgreen didn't want to take more. After all, the cooperation between the two parties was more of a transaction, and one had to understand a certain scale.

"Go to the Golden City first. The prophet may be able to give you the answer you want as a craftsman."

After saying goodbye by fate, the elf turned into a black shadow and disappeared outside the temple. His identity may have undergone earth-shaking changes. As an invisible sharp blade, he can handle matters that are difficult to reach for the Dragon Prince.

No one cares about a bunch of brats having fun in the old world, that's the best way to erase attention.

This meaningless remark made Torek glare. Doesn't it mean that he didn't say anything? Ahiburn also revealed that the snake god prophet was not only a religious leader, but also a very outstanding craftsman.

The Snake Nest warship anchored in Sartusa was transformed by the prophet's hands into a mobile temple on the sea.

After muttering something vaguely, Torek immediately set off to go to Chakua. The Mountain Kingdom could no longer maintain this state.

Recovering the mountain fortress, fighting the rats, and protecting Valaya are inevitable and must be done.

After traveling around Lustria for a long time, the dwarves finally reached their final destination. When they first entered Chakua, they were extremely surprised by the skeletons of countless rats.

The peeled rat skin was made into flags, flying high on both sides of the road, covering an area of ​​more than ten square meters, and there were countless such flags.

Entering the city, the first thing you see is the pyramid in the center covered with dried blood. It is like a layer of thick armor covering the rock surface, and even the gaps cannot be seen clearly.

Looking at it from a distance, there is a faint smell of blood flowing into the tip of the nose, but after careful inspection, it is found that it is an illusion, lingering in my mind like a psychological effect.

"How much blood of the rat people must be used to become like this..." Broxen muttered to himself. The dwarf society has a special name for those who kill rat people - Skaven Hunter.

But no matter how outstanding a hunter is, when they see this horrifying scene, they will feel that their previous bragging is just childish.

Ashbourne, who was leading the way, felt relieved. After all, it was the last stop, and his tone was much more cheerful. He explained some of the prophet's deeds to Dwarf Duozi.

"This bit of blood is just the tens of thousands of rat prisoners captured at the end of the Snake-Rat Holy War. What is really powerful is the great sacrifice a thousand years ago. It is said that the blood of rats dyed hundreds of miles of the Queza River red, and poured water on it. Every corner of Lustria turns into poison to kill the rats hiding in the corners."

"About how many, [-]?" Bloxen couldn't believe it. Capturing prisoners was not an easy task. First of all, he couldn't die, and secondly, he had to ensure his own survival rate.With the way the Pestilen clan fights, capturing prisoners is much more difficult than other rats.

"Maybe, or maybe 20. The Sotek Legion is very good at smashing the limbs of rats, so that they can be dragged to the pyramids or deep pits as sacrifices after the war. Even the crazy plague monks in Pestilen can only have their limbs smashed. They are rats waiting to die.”

While chatting, I walked through the groups of skink lizards coming and going, the monitor lizards carrying stones and heavy objects, and there was a sense of busyness in Chakua that was different from other temple cities.

Possessing a vitality that should be strange to a lizard man.

"Red-crowned skinks are much smarter and more powerful than their kind. Even though these guys look like laborers on the street, when they go to the battlefield and pick up obsidian sticks, they will never lose to the power of the lizards."

As he was speaking, Ahiburn pointed to the snake god prophet in front of him who was organizing people to build the pyramid, tilted his head and said to Torek,

"That's Snake God Prophet Tehenhuoyin. I've dealt with him several times before. As long as he can bear to promote Sotek's remarks, he has a pretty good temper.

Now that I have arrived at Chakua, my mission has been completed. Someone will take you away from Lustria next. "

Waving his hand to signal his pointed ears to get out of here, Torek began to look at the Snake God Prophet. He was much taller than an ordinary skink. His towering red crown was like a dragon's dorsal fin, and his forked rough tail showed that he was favored by Sotek. specificity.

The two Skink leaders who served the Prophet invited the dwarf runesmith to come and talk face to face with Tehenhoin.

Tehenhoin put down the drawing and glanced at Torek in front of him with a slightly curious look. This hot-blooded species was deliberately arranged, and his fate seemed to be favored.

Zunshen seems to have a lot of confidence in the younger race, which I hope is a good thing.

"Hot-blooded, what is your mentality when you come to Chakua? I don't know the ancient holy writings, and I will not teach you the secrets of rune magic like Lord Huiniai Tankui."

This was the first time Torek was asked about the purpose of coming here in Lustria. He was in a daze for a moment, and his brain was a little cramped and he said,

“What can you impart?”

As soon as these words came out, Torek immediately regretted it. Even the dwarf knew that this was an insult.

But fortunately, lizard people don't understand the social concepts of ordinary society. Tehenhuoyin nodded seriously, pulled out another drawing from the barrel next to him, spread it out and carefully examined the interesting toys on it.

"Itaza previously sent me a design drawing called Rune Anvil. I used this design drawing as inspiration to forge a device called Thunder. What you need to learn is to forge a rune iron that suits you. anvil."

Runeforging Anvil...

Runeforging anvil?
Runeforging anvil? !

Three consecutive repeated words rang in Torek's heart. The rune anvils were all made by Father God Granny and could never be forged again.

This is not only a powerful war tool, its most important function is to engrave enchanting inscriptions. The power of Father God flowing in it will help the user save a lot of energy.

He was slightly demented and spoke unclearly,

"Why, how to forge, use furnace or bellows."

Tehenhuoyin threw the blueprint to Torek and seemed not to care about it. There is no value in learning a tool after he has mastered it.

The rune anvil native to the dwarves requires a special alien metal. Nowadays, it is probably only possible to find it in the Chaos Demon Realm. If this hot-blooded race is determined to recreate the miracle of its ancestors, it may have to stay in the Golden Land for the rest of its life. City.

The rude Snake God Prophet took back the previous architectural sketch, continued to look down at it, and gave Torek, who was very frightened by the Rune Anvil drawing, a word,

"This is your business, hotblood."

(End of this chapter)