Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 754
The Witch Queen was carried away by the dark Pegasus, leaving only Tyrion who was still in a state of shock.

Azrael, who rushed in in a hurry, saw that the war lord was still looking like a dead man, carrying injuries all over his body. With extremely superb skills, he pulled the chariot to his side the moment the chariot passed him by. .

Eldraine roared at Tyrion in anger as he fought with his long-handled sword,
"Don't pretend to be dead for me, even if you fuck that bitch Moras, you still have to finish this battle!"

Tyrion came back to his senses and began to observe the environment, and found that Eldraine was seriously injured, with several crossbow bolts stuck in his chest and abdomen.

According to Druchi's habits, these crossbow arrows must be highly poisonous.

"You have to get treatment!"

The impatient Azrael directly used the hook on the back of the sword to pull the dragon armor, and threw Tyrion towards Malhandel's position.

Before the war began, Asuryan's greeting had become more and more obvious. Since he must die, he should die heroically.

In the same way, Azhuo threw the chariot onto the charging chariot, held the reins with one hand, and issued orders loudly.

"The warriors of Tyron Locke, escort the war lord and Princess Adira out of here!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and drove towards the out-of-control war mammoth under the horrified eyes of his attendants and the disbelieving eyes of Adira.

"Father!"

Unable to abandon her father, Adira immediately grabbed the reins of the Wheel of Dusk, activated all the magic carried by the chariot, and prepared to tear a gap.

But the battle situation will always change. When Eldraine pounced on the war mammoth, the hollow circle had been filled in under the order of the Dread Lord.

The chariot troops were trapped in the enemy tide, and the Dusk Knight responsible for covering was also entangled in place by the Dread Spearmen, making it difficult to provide them with room to accelerate.

One spear after another hit the wheel accurately, and even if it was quickly crushed, it was difficult for the war horse to pick up speed.

Prince Tyronk, who took over the command, gritted his teeth, knowing that continuing to spend time here would only be betraying the prince's self-sacrifice.

He glared angrily at Tyrion, who was out of touch with the troops because he was too deep into the formation, and roared hysterically, "Now, everyone retreats!"

Relying on the combat power accumulated with resources, Adila forced a fight from the flanks to the front line, pointing to the prince's chariot that had been submerged by the tide in the distance, with the same hysteria.

"Levi, my father is still there! We can't retreat!"

"You are not a female prince yet, and you have no right to order me!" Roaring Levi used a lasso to hang the horse pulling the Wheel of Dusk, and took control of the chariot. "Now, everyone retreats with the Wheel of Dusk! "

With tears in her eyes, Adira listened to her father's never-ending war roar. He was seeking death. It was clear that the mage group at the rear had the ability to control the war mammoth...

The speed of El Zhuo waving the sword became faster and faster, and he felt more and more comfortable in his heart. How long had it been since he had been a warrior, selflessly fighting in the battlefield?
Countless sword wounds and sword marks were left on his precious armor. Most of the light scales on the war horse had fallen off due to the excessive attack. It only took one blow for the scarred horse to fall.

The charging war mammoth raised its feet, and the shadow that covered the sun made sensible people stay away immediately. When it fell in the blink of an eye, the prince's chariot and horse were crushed into pieces when the ground shook.

Azrael broke away from the chariot at the last moment. Under the endless smoke and scorching sun, the sword pointed at the war mammoth without any fear.

"Let me, a dying man, give Draconir the last gift, the brave heart of the Belkerk family!"

As he strode towards the war mammoth, Eldraine inevitably sighed in his heart...

"Compared to committing suicide in a lonely room, this ending is more suitable for a warrior. Mikhail, neither you nor I can witness the marriage of the Dragon Son. It's really sad. But I am still better than you. I am what he calls me personally. Grandfather's people! Hahaha..."

……

Three days later, the dust of the war settled. At the cost of the death of Prince Tyronlok, the Druchi invasion organized by the Witch Queen was crushed.When the news reached Imrik's ears, he couldn't believe it and ordered the herald to say again, who died?
"Prince Tyranlok—Eldra Bel Keck, died protecting the War Lord and Princess Adira."

Imrik sat down on the chair. How could this be possible? Morath only led the partial army of Grond and Karl Kalund. The observation magic of the big toad also clearly showed that the Shadow King's intelligence Nothing went wrong.

Three Black Arks, an army of 2 people, one-third of whom were Yankees who had lowered the limit, how could Eldra sacrifice his life.

You know, in the coalition there are Tyrion, Teclis, Elsharion, Odd, Lilaze, including Adira, plus Arao who can explode at critical moments, and two high-level dragons who can provide plug-ins at any time. Prince, even if he is unparalleled, he can kill all Druzi.

The herald spoke sadly of what happened next, "When Mordric and Qiduri discovered that Prince Eldraine was fighting with the War Mammoth, they immediately provided support from the sky, but in the end they only recovered the body..."

Imric didn't know what his current state of mind was. It was true that Eldraine was an old fox, but there was no doubt that he was a sincere old fox. As the prince of Tyran Loch, he established an alliance with Caledor regardless of the obstruction.

As his father-in-law, he has a close relationship with himself, and his love for Drachnir comes from the bottom of his heart. He has contributed a lot to the development of friendship between the two countries...

But now is not the time to think about the real cause of El Zhuo's death and make arrangements for the matter immediately.
"The Palace of the Dragon... No, Caledor lowers the flag at half-mast, and all entertainment facilities in the country are closed for seven days to express silence for this matter. The palace organizes a viewing team to go to Tyron Locke, and I will personally support the spirit.

I leave non-urgent matters to Masnow, I need to get to Tyran Loch immediately. "

"Yes."

Compared with the prince who immediately rushed to Tyronlock to find his wife to provide unconditional support, the attitude of the Caledor Noble Council in handling this matter was much calmer.

Edgar frowned. This battle had been planned in advance, and Druchi's military strength was far inferior to the battle of Fennuvar Plains that decided the fate of Ulthuan.

Thousands of years of war have made each other very familiar with each other. Everyone knows how good Moras is at fighting.

Even though Caledor did not participate in the war, the assessment result is that with Tyrion's command style, the War Council will suffer some casualties, but the lives of senior generals will not be in danger.

How could Azhuo, who had been on the battlefield for hundreds of years, die at such a low intensity? The enemy's command was a mentally retarded battle situation.

Detailed war reports were sent immediately, and Edgar analyzed them one by one. "The war council's pre-arrangement was to let Tyrion take risks alone, disrupt the enemy's formation, and win at the minimum cost. Although the war situation has changed somewhat due to the Witch Queen's actions, The responsibility does not lie with him."

"Even if the chariot unit led by Eldraine was out of position, the air force had already gained the upper hand at that time. It only needed to resist for a short while, and the dragons and griffons were able to escort them away quickly. His behavior of rushing towards the war mammoth alone was very strange... …”

Agthel added bluntly, "It's like actively seeking death. The air force has the upper hand. When the Witch Queen was injured and gained control, the mage group actually left the battle without any reason, completely disrupting the war council's plan."

"Is there any hidden secret in this?" Trevicorn pointed out the clue naturally. He really didn't want Eljo to die now. Once Adira inherits the throne of prince, a lot of energy will be involved in the couple's joint rule of the two countries. Trouble is, this is in serious conflict with the current layout.

"Asuryan's call."

Randy's words silenced everyone. Perhaps this is the biggest possibility. Legend has it that Elsa, the mother goddess who loves her children, does not want to see life pass away, so she wants to give the elves eternal life.

But the God of Creation thought that this had offended the gods and deprived her of eternal life. With Aisha's efforts, she was only able to resist aging and live a long life.

Asuryan's curse is the price provided by the cold god God for this long life. Most elderly elves commit suicide. At the end of their lives, they feel more and more emptiness, unable to bear the depression in their hearts, and choose to die.

And Aizhuo is close to [-] years old, which is considered to be a stage where curses are most common. If you understand it in this way, and add that close relatives are constantly passing away, and only Adyla is left with a daughter, it seems that the act of dying becomes extremely reasonable.

Wycliffe rubbed his temples with his hands. After his trip to Agathel, he would return to being the lord of Windhowling City, and Tyronlock's location was extremely close to the territory, so there was bound to be a lot of trouble waiting for him.

He spoke firmly and came to a conclusion on the matter,
"In any case, the plans of the old world cannot be shelved. I am attending the funeral on behalf of the Noble Council. You all act according to the plan. This old man wants us to wipe his butt after he dies."

(End of this chapter)