Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

As Dais held the hammer and felt the temperature of the fire with his tongue, the forging of the dragon horn officially began.

No one knows how to forge the Dragon Horn. Legend has it that this artifact has a very secret relationship with the dragons of Caledor, symbolizing the close connection between the dragon and Asul...

and the fate of being tamed.

Imrik, who was quietly waiting for the dragon horn to be forged in the temple, asked the high priest waiting outside what he thought after seeing the incarnation of the god.

Caledor, who had worshiped Vaal devoutly for thousands of years, did not receive an incarnation. Instead, the wild land of Athel Loren received such an honor.

The high priest pulled the black cloth of his mask. When he saw Dais for the first time, he already knew his identity. The difference between the divine choice and the incarnation is like a firefly and the sun. Maybe they can show the same light in the dark, but they can coexist. After comparing each other in a room, the advantages and disadvantages will naturally be determined.

"I don't want to talk about it. Val naturally has his choice. As a believer, he just needs to obey."

The high priest seemed a little unnatural when he said this, and his body tensed slightly.

There must be a big difference between the thoughts and words in the heart, otherwise with hundreds of years of cultivation, he would not act like this.

The two of them waited quietly for a while and fell into a state of silence. If Des was willing to return to Caledor, it would undoubtedly be a difficult task.

But helping to forge the dragon horn this time was already the condition agreed to at the border of Athel Loren last time. Imric could not influence the thoughts of an incarnation of a god, let alone the extremely respected blacksmith god.

Caledor started his career with dragons and armaments, but he could not forget his roots and only consider the dragons, not the feelings of the Vaal Church.

The high priest sighed, as if he was not too happy with the situation of the dragon horn. Even if it was done well and the effect was more significant than the current one, it could not be as good as the legendary dragon horn.

The Church of Vaal has been suffering from this matter for a long time, and hopes that the palace will take back the important relics as soon as possible so that the reputation of the Blacksmith God can be spread throughout the world along with the dragon.

He suddenly mentioned something,

"The soul attachment device of Okacestes has been completed, allowing a long-lost champion warrior to return to the battlefield and serve Caledor again. I just hope this is not a wrong thing."

"This is his decision, isn't it." Imric answered calmly with his arms crossed. The ancestral champion warrior was eager to return to the battlefield and continue to serve Caledor. Even though his body had long been buried in the family cemetery, this determination But it never changed.

The high priest shook his head and was not prepared to evaluate the right or wrong of this decision. He turned a long-dead dragon prince into a construct and served Caledor again. What was the difference between this and the necromancer who manipulated corpses.

From an objective reality point of view, it was all dead men fighting. The only difference was that Occestes was willing to do so.

"The forging of the Dragon Horn will take some time. Let's first meet this champion warrior who is famous for the Great Schism and the Longbeard War."

Without waiting for the Dragon Prince to answer, the high priest walked away on his own. Now the situation has become more and more complicated. From the time Imrik succeeded to the throne, it was only a war between Ulthuan's political circles and the Druzi, and gradually turned into a war between the gods. Confrontation.

If you make one wrong move, the Church of Val may fall into the bottomless abyss.

Imrik took one last look at the closed inner hall of the temple, hoping that Dess could forge the dragon horn as promised. If it was a defective product, he might have another headache for a while. Following the high priest, I walked around the temple. The noisy blacksmith shop became unusually quiet with the arrival of the incarnation of the god. Only the priests who knelt down in front of the hammer statue prayed silently in their hearts.

After walking for about twenty minutes and passing through multiple layers of magic barriers, Imric came to the top-secret location of Vaal Church for the first time. Legend has it that this is where the dragon tamer learned the art of blacksmithing and where the sun was forged. The place of the Flame Sword and Aenarion Dragon Armor.

Hidden in the forging room deep in the isolated island, there is a very strange protective gear. It is a burly body of two and three meters tall. The thick steel shell is full of various gorgeous patterns. It has Caledor's common wings and Most of them are decorated with scales, supplemented by flame patterns.

The helmet was shaped into the shape of a giant dragon, its mouth was tightly closed, its eyes were glaring, and the sharp teeth forged from steel emitted a cold light.

Placed next to the armor is a heraldic shield with the symbol of the Sun-Chasing Dragon, which is the family crest of Occestes. A string of ancient words engraved on the top is Caledor II's appreciation for it. The words - unparalleled loyalty and bravery, the appearance of a national soldier.

There will naturally be no shortage of matching long swords. For ordinary people, the two-handed sword is hanging on the armor belt, just waiting for its owner to swing it again.

The high priest walked to the armor, took out a magic metal plate, and began to make final adjustments. He lowered his head and said to Imric, who was watching curiously,

"According to Occestes's opinion, I remelted the fragments of the dragon armor he wore during his lifetime. Because the usable parts are so scarce, they can only be used as inscriptions on shields and swords.

There is only one soul placement structure, and I don't think the other five people need to spend so much time and effort on it. "

The high priest vaguely expressed his dissatisfaction with this matter. This has touched the realm of gods, and those who play with souls will not end up well in the end.

"Of course, the dead need to rest in peace." Imric, who fooled the high priest, did not take his obscure expression to heart. The value of Occestes is very extraordinary. It can not only provide powerful combat power, but also As a strong backing for the rationality of one's own rule.

The other few people could no longer find the way to the Nisu Gate and could only stay in Gulong Capital as administrators. Imric did not want to spend too much time on them. Being an administrator honestly was also his greatest contribution.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, the high priest began to introduce the structure.

"We gave Okestes two options. The first is to follow Arao's method and use magic to simulate the senses of an elf as much as possible. Even in a body of steel, he can barely look like an elf.

But the price of this is that the structure needs to place a lot of auxiliary facilities. "

"If I guess correctly, he must have chosen the second one."

The high priest sighed and nodded, looking at this ingenious structure, but he felt extremely regretful in his heart.
  "The second option is to give up all invalid senses and only retain the necessary observation methods, but the cost... He is like a child imprisoned in an iron cage, feeling the coldness spreading in his soul day and night, and this coldness will eventually turn into emptiness. , the transfer swallowed up his mind.

From an asur, to a machine. "

Imrik lowered his palms around his chest and spoke in a serious tone,

"Everything has a price. I don't pity Occestes' decision, because if it were me, if I had a chance to play for Caledor again, I would choose the latter." (End of Chapter)