Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

As the dragon eyes on the helmet were ignited, as if a raging fire was burning in the hollow armor, the heroic spirit from ancient times finally stood on its homeland.

Occestes, who was as big as a Chaos Warrior, first stretched out his palm, trying to regain the familiar sense of power, but in the end he only got a cold feeling.

He could feel the tightening of his hands, but it was only in a very mechanical way, without the pulling of muscles and bones. It was like a arranged machine that fed back the results to the actor after completing the exercise.

A deep, rich voice came from the helmet, "How long have I been asleep?"

The high priest stopped his fiddling and told what Occestes was paying close attention to.

"Fifteen years, these fifteen years, you have been affected by magic, so that your soul can adapt to this cold body as soon as possible."

Occestes was silent for a long time, but how could fifteen years compare to four thousand years of silence.

He still has a long-cherished wish that has not yet been fulfilled. Lord Caledor II left the dragon horn in the hands of the dwarves, causing Caledor to gradually weaken.

Before the Dragon Horn returned to the hands of the Caledor Bloodborn, he would never let this cold and abnormal feeling devour his soul.

The dragon-shaped helmet turned to the blind priest beside him. Occestes did not pay attention to the dragon prince in front of him for the first time.

"High Priest, this is my decision. The Vaal Church respects the Dragon Prince's decision, and the Dragon Prince also respects the Vaal Church's decision."

"I hope you know what you are doing, the champion warrior of His Majesty Caledor II." After the high priest shook his head, he stopped talking and focused on testing the various functions of the structure.

Even if I feel very unhappy in my heart, since it comes from my hands, there must be no problems at all.

Occestes did not pay attention to the words of the high priest. Maybe this young man was good enough, but how could he understand the long-cherished wish of a defeated person.

If he had had a championship showdown with the Dwarf High King Gotrek, perhaps Caledor's fate would have been rewritten. The Dragon Kingdom still controlled Ulthuan, and Druchi Malekith and his like could only huddle in Na. In Garros' corner, he begged the dragon's shadow not to pass by the Black Tower.

Focusing on Imrik, he raised his shield, drew out the long sword tied to his waist, and knelt down on one knee. A heavy echo came from the steel knee.

"The sinner Occestes, as the champion of His Majesty Caledor II, failed to fulfill his duty and saw his lord die at the hands of the High King of the Dwarves.

It is a great honor to meet our blood descendant again today. If you don't give up, Occestes, son of Dougherty, is willing to atone for the shame of the past and return the dragon horn to the hands of the blood descendant of Caledor. "

Occestes, who bowed his head proudly, made Imric silent for a long time. Compared with Dexon who played tricks in front of him at Athel Loren, the ancestral champion warrior was the role model of the dragon prince. Maybe time will let his dragon Armor wears away until there are no lines, but loyalty and determination do not.

Perhaps the source of this loyalty is the two Phoenix Kings of Caledor, but isn't this the legacy of our ancestors?

The sound of the sword being drawn out made Occestes' armored body tremble slightly, but he soon calmed down and quietly waited for the next move of the Lord Bloodborn.

Whether it was accountability or expulsion as atonement, he had already made up his mind.

Imrik placed the sword of his ancestors in front of Occestes,
  "Occestes, you should know this sword."

"The sword of your namesake, His Majesty Imrik."

"Very good..." Imric raised his sword, placed it on Okestes' left shoulder, and tapped it lightly, "Occestes, are you willing to abide by the oath of life and death with the dragon."

"I am willing to swear on my life to live and die with the dragon." Tap the second time, "You are willing to be loyal to the Caledor family forever and defend the honor of the monarch with your life."

"The king's order is my destiny."

Tap the third time, "Do you respect the blacksmith god and defend the anvil of Vaal against the sound of the hammer?"

"I respect the blacksmith god. The armor and weapons he forges make me invincible in battle."

"Very well, Dragon Prince Occestes, get up."

Occestes, who completed the allegiance ceremony for the second time, stood up proudly, and he heard what Imric meant.

He will no longer be an unknown structure hiding his identity, but a Caledor noble with the same identity as before, a proud dragon prince.

Even if the object of allegiance changes from Caledor II to the Dragon Prince in front of him, what difference does it make.

Occestes stood up and couldn't wait to ask something,
  "Your Majesty... Your Highness, do you have any clues about the dragon horn at the moment?"

When it came to business, Imric took back his sword and signaled Occestes to relax and not be so restrained. Even though the dragon prince in front of him was just a piece of armor, he seemed to be able to feel the tension in his heart.

"This time I woke you up because of the dragon horn. I am going to leave for the old world in person, and you will travel with me as my bodyguard."

Joyful emotions appeared in Occestes' heart, and even in this cold cage, his soul became a little warmer because of this news.

"How far has Caledor progressed? Has he already invaded the dwarf's mountain fortress?"

It was obvious that Okacestes did not understand the current situation in the world, and believed that some unknown green-skinned beasts and upright-walking rats were nothing to be afraid of. As long as the dragons came out to fight, everything would be fine.

Imrik lamented that we are still wandering on the edge of the bad land. Don't compare the glory of the dragon army in the past with the current one. Thousands of dragons went out to conquer the whole world now.

If he had this capital, why would he bother to deal with other races so much? Caledor alone could survive the end of the world and seal the two-pole portals.

Occestes showed a hint of disappointment. He could not imagine the main force of the Caledor Legion changing from dragons to Assur, especially the dragon princes who had no choice but to choose to fight on horses, which was even more blasphemous to tradition.

In the past, one could not be considered a dragon prince without a dragon companion, but now he only needs to pass a series of tests to become the proudest knight of Ulthuan. The gap between the two is really too big.

"In general, what you have to do is to protect my safety with Mishan..." Imrik thought for a while and thought that the word "protecting safety" seemed too euphemistic. Every time he fought, he would be the first to take the lead. Front.

Even if it is difficult to use it at full power due to a certain smelly snake, Lao Mi has awakened, and no one can eat two unreasonable monsters alone.

"No, it should be said that you are fighting on the front line, and you can just act as a guard of honor for me."

"Understood, when to set off."

"Five days later, the three of us will head to the Old World first, and then the legion will go by ship." (End of this chapter)