Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 753 Aenario?

In the center of the chaotic battlefield, the hysterical Tyrion roared and provoked Druzi.

Shenma led the war lord to trample every enemy who dared to stand in his way. Under the protection of the Sun Flame Sword and Dragon Armor, his heroic fighting posture was as if Aenarion was still alive. Wherever he went, Druchi became frightened.

The Silver Helmet Knight followed the War Lord's charge and was stopped by Grond's elite force, the Silent Guards. These silent guards who had their tongues pulled out were not afraid of death, and the poisonous spears they thrust out were chilling.

Moras, who was observing the battle situation, quickly noticed the Assur warrior who was going deep alone. He temporarily stopped his spell confrontation with Teclis and focused on this little guy who was growing in reputation.

But something happened soon after this inspection.

The Witch Queen's eyes were completely attracted by the Sun Flame Sword wrapped in scorching flames, and the wings and scales stained with blood. They were all relics of her late husband. Before she pulled out the Kane Sword, she was chosen by God Asuryan to be the Phoenix King. Symbol!
And Tyrion commanded the divine horse to sprint, and when the Sun Flame Sword was swung from the top of his head to kill a Slaughter Sister, the loud and roaring voice disappeared in Moras's eyes in the blink of an eye, and the unusually handsome face under the winged helmet.

Enarion...

The Witch Queen exclaimed that this was impossible, how could this young elf have the exact same face as her late husband.

She stopped all thoughts and focused all her attention on Tyrion in the center of the battlefield. Even though the fear lords called for the next step, she remained unmoved.

As Tyrion swung the sun sword again and again, the bloodlust and killing desire in his handsome face became stronger and stronger, making Moras more and more obsessed. He bit his lip with his jade teeth and clamped his legs unnaturally. His eyes were full of confusion.

The fear lord who could not receive the order from the Witch Queen could not let a murderous god rush wildly in the army. There was a loud whip sound, a muddy roar that resounded through the battlefield, and the shaking feeling when trampling on the ground.

A huge war mammoth with four twisted tusks standing on its face trampled on the Druchi soldiers along the way and rushed towards Tyrion.

As soon as the giant beast appeared, everyone's attention was attracted. Compared to the hydra, which is known for its slow movement and tenacious vitality, the war mammoth is more lethal on the battlefield and is an out-and-out destruction machine.

Tyrion, who watched the mammoth charging towards him, did not show any fear. He pulled up the reins and after the divine horse crushed the stinking head of a cold lizard, he actually ran towards the war mammoth, as if he wanted to show off the slaughter of the giant beast by himself. feat.

Moras immediately woke up and angrily yelled at who gave the order to let the War Mammoth, who was the trump card, to fight now, and it was still aimed at her sweetheart!
Unable to get the result, the Witch Queen immediately used black magic to execute several followers, using their souls as casting materials to forcibly imprison the War Mammoth's actions.

The battle situation changed due to the Witch Queen's order. Tyrion's location was isolated as a hollow circle. All soldiers were on guard and pointed conflicts at the war lord.

As the deputy commander, Eldraine had a bad conscience. Could it be that Druchi was planning to capture Tyrion alive?If the War Lord is captured, it will be a serious blow to Asul's reputation!

In the rush, he didn't have time to think too much. Tyrion had completed the task of leading the cavalry into the battle, and now it was time for the chariot troops to finish.

He raised the Sea Eagle flag on the chariot and waved it three times, and the two chariots lined up immediately beat their drums.

Hundreds of chariots rushed from the front, rushing towards Tyrion's position like bones and tendons being crushed.

Adila, who was fighting with the enemy, saw that her father had been dispatched, and ordered the Twilight Legion infantry to guard the place, while the cavalry covered the prince's charge.

It has been a long time since the father and daughter fought together on the battlefield. Tyron Locke's pride burst out, putting great pressure on the Druchi front line.

The person responsible for delivering the message was under great pressure and asked the Witch Queen who didn't know what she was doing, "Your Majesty, Asul's chariot troops have been dispatched. Please give the next instructions." "This kind of thing can be done no matter what." Morath's mind was completely attracted to Tyrion. Even the posture of standing alone among the enemy troops was so similar to that of his late husband. This must be fate.

Only he can become the true Phoenix King, and I...

She has always been the woman of the Elf Phoenix King, not the Witch Queen of Druchi.

Moras urgently took out his makeup tools and prepared carefully for this reunion based on the pleasant smell of the black magic altar around him.

The chariot charged forward, but Moras, who was extremely enchanting and attracted the love of all things, had already arrived in front of Tyrion with the wings of the dark Pegasus flapping...

After the heart of the fire dragon in his chest radiated scorching heat, Tyrion's bloodthirsty mood barely calmed down. He knew that he was in crisis because he went too deep. Looking at the posture of Druchi's encirclement, it seemed that he wanted to capture him alive, and he looked at him with full vigilance. around.

Tyrion, who is extremely skilled in martial arts, is not afraid of this. On the contrary, his tactical policy is to use his superb personal strength and unparalleled artifacts and equipment to attract a lot of attention in the enemy's formation and lure the opponent to send high-value troops to fight. Encirclement and suppression, reducing the pressure on one's own front.

If during this process, the opposing general is unbearably humiliated and starts a championship showdown, the war lord will be even more happy.

But the appearance of Moras made Tyrion frown and wonder in his heart, Witch Queen?
Moras came to Tyrion and opened his arms. His full chest and white skin were exposed in the air. His straight and long legs without any trace of hair stepped on the messy ground. It was a pity that this environment would damage the tender soles of the feet.

The plump purple lips trembled slightly, Moras's dark purple eyes were as tender as water, and every move was full of endless charm.

"My Majesty, my servant has been waiting for you for a long time. I only look forward to returning to the time full of love..."

Tyrion is not a soft-hearted person, and he will not be confused by the words of his enemies.

In order to doubt Moras, he got off his horse and slowly approached Moras with the Sun Flame Sword in hand, his eyes full of coldness and murderous intent.

But this made Moras even more excited, his legs were a little weak, and it was almost difficult to stand still. This look was so right, no different from Aenario!
The Witch Queen ran excitedly and opened her arms to her long-lost lover. At this moment, she seemed to have returned to the past and became the girl who was rescued from the devil by Aenario.

The woman who was willing to sacrifice everything for the Holy Phoenix King.

What greeted her love was a hot sharp blade that pierced her abdomen. This long sword once wielded by Aenarion symbolized the Phoenix King who protected the eternal queen Astriel, but now it has become a wizard. The final burial vessel.

Moras, who was stabbed in the abdomen, coughed up blood and took two steps towards the sword, letting the pain spread throughout his body.

Holding Tyrion's helmet with both hands, in this close contact, she finally saw the warrior's appearance clearly. Under the influence of Slaanesh believers' pain is pleasure, and the psychological influence, Moras felt that his soul was Tremble.

The alluring purple lips were dotted with blood, making the Witch Queen's evil charm even stronger. Moras raised his head, ignoring Tyrion's horrified gaze, cupped the war lord's cheeks, closed his eyes and kissed her deeply. .

At this moment, Tyrion's heart was sluggish, and he even stopped drawing his sword. If brother Tigris' body could recover, then what would happen now would be the third most surprising thing in life.

Moras, who was kissing her passionately and long, smiled, just like a young girl with her first bloom, full of expectation and said to her lover, "We will meet again, my majesty, the love of my life."

(End of this chapter)