Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 891 The hatred of the past

It was different from what Noglin had expected, the pleasant scream that the elf would let out after his head broke through the dragon helmet.

A sword that was as big as a door panel broke through the dragon's breath, bypassed the scorching heat, and appeared above the dragon helmet at some point, just in time to stop the giant ax from falling.

The powerful clanging sound of metal seemed to reach every corner of the bad land. This rapid and violent offensive that seemed unstoppable to ordinary people was actually blocked by a huge sword that came out of nowhere.

Occestes, who succeeded in saving the scene, kept wrestling with the dwarf with one hand, put down his shield and stood on the ground, looked at Mimul with a little disappointment, and in his disbelieving eyes, grabbed his arm and gave it a Throw it dozens of meters away.

"who are you?"

Facing this strange piece of armor, Noglin was inevitably confused. The dwarves had never seen an elf with such a huge body. This unusually thick dragon-shaped armor was more than enough even for a Chaos Warrior.

"Who am I? Haha." Under the dragon-shaped helmet, there was a harsh sound like metal friction.

The unknown elf lifted the sword in his hand and easily escaped from the wrestling match with the dwarf.

In front of an army of thousands of dwarves, he spoke a name that was very familiar to the mountain kingdom.

"I am Okacestes, the champion warrior of the Phoenix King Caledor II. With my outstanding results in the Battle of Longbeard, I should have a place in your book of great hatred, son of Drac Duraz."

The dwarves still remember the harm this butcher caused to the Sons of the Mountains!

"Grimnir, I will wipe out this hatred for our ancestors!"

"Don't compare Malekith to me or His Majesty Caledor II. This makes The Book of Hatred just a children's book recording bad debts."

Believe it or not, Noglin will not allow an elf named Occestes to appear in front of him. How many ancestors of the Drakduraz clan died at the hands of the dragon army, how many descendants will there be? The leader of the Dragon Legion back then had absolute hatred.

"Occestes led the dragon army to capture the Bitter Salt Mine, Thunder Mountain, Black Rock Castle, and Forge Iron Castle... He desecrated the temples of the ancestor gods and took countless lives of the sons of the mountains in his hands...

Norglin also made the same sneer, and rotated the giant ax with his thick hands, aiming the sharper side at the pointed ears.

You are second only to Caledor II and Malekith the Oathbreaker among the elves in the Book of Hatred! "

"I hope you have this ability. I feel sorry for the fate of His Majesty the Phoenix King. You dwarves shamelessly chose to besiege and regard the honor of the championship showdown as nothing!

today……"

Among the 437 dwarf hatreds against Caledor II, at least one-third of them were directly related to this butcher. Even though this guy disappeared mysteriously in the end, the entries in the Book of Great Hatred, But it's still not erased!

In the endless rage, the dragon slayer no longer had any remaining hands. The beard that reached his chest moved automatically without the wind, and his helmet floated away like an evil ghost.

Occestes, who held the sword tightly, did not finish his words in the end. For a dead man, revenge is a luxurious act.

His current fate is just to atone for his departure. If he provokes another dispute with the dwarves, what is the difference from repeating the Longbeard War?

But the momentum still cannot fall to the disadvantage. Even if the dwarf cannot be killed, he must be taught a profound lesson. After lifting his shield, looking at the charging dwarf who was no taller than his hips, Occestes chose the most direct method, using his soul to drive the cold armor and activating the magic attached to his legs without reservation.

On one side was the dwarf warrior wearing meteorite plate armor, shouting the name of Grimnir and charging. On the other side was the legendary elf who had turned into a black shadow and charged together from a distance of only a few meters.

Even when he was at a huge disadvantage in terms of size, Norgren still maintained the fighting style of a champion warrior, not afraid of any challenge and never backing down.

The rune battle ax hit the human-high shield. If this clown was just the actor playing Occestes, Noglin would make him understand how pitiful the consequences of provoking the Eternal Peak would be.

But even if he turned into a cold tool, Occestes still maintained his former grace. He slapped the shield with his left hand, preparing to confront the dwarf's giant ax head-on with the power of only one arm.

Dwarves are known for their strength and endurance. If they are similar in size to ogres, they must be stronger than these foodies.

Some of them are extremely talented and can beat giants to death with their fists despite their short and stout physiques.

Perhaps Noglin is slightly inferior to Agrim, who is famous for his iron fist, but his strength is definitely considered the strongest among the dwarves. The giant ax is placed outside the elbow, and after the speed of charging, he swings it like the wind in one fell swoop. A semi-circular arc struck the center of the elf's shield.

The effect of force is reciprocal. Under the disbelieving gazes of the dragon princes, Occestes' elbow holding the shield made a sharp creaking sound and then began to bend outward unnaturally. It was obviously a blow from the dwarf. Finally, the fragile metal structure could not withstand the huge force.

The sense of pain is a necessary function for living things. This necessary physiological function reminds the body's endurance. When necessary, the subconscious mind will take over the surface consciousness, making it difficult to move in the severely injured position and preventing life from falling into dangerous situations.

But for a piece of armor, these physiological functions are meaningless. The greatest value of a tool is to complete the intended design purpose before it is scrapped.

Noglin's mouth was numb. Subconsciously, he didn't think that the guy in front of him was really Okasis, but just a pointy-eared man with a mutated body shape. Imric deceived him into a former hero in an attempt to deceive him. Gain dominance over the Eternal Peak army.

Since it has pointed ears, its combat style must have the characteristics of both virtual and real points. When faced with a strong blow, it will definitely use its shield to unload the force and rely on multiple buffers to reduce the damage it takes.

But I never thought that this counterfeit actually blocked the impact of the giant ax with a one-handed shield. Except for the feedback when it first came into contact, the shield obviously retreated slightly, and the body was as motionless as an iron tower!

After hearing the squeaking sound of metal, Norglin wondered if this guy was really...

Before he could finish thinking about it, the painless armor, with the elbow joint already showing obvious deformation, used force again to throw away the dwarf hanging on the shield.

Noglin, who was flying in the air, was trying his best to adjust his posture. This was the part of the battle that dwarves disliked the most. They could only rely on thick armor for protection in the air, and it was difficult to rely on martial arts.

But Ocasitas obviously had no intention of pursuing him. He twisted his obviously deformed left elbow for a while, as if observing the extent of the damage, and said thoughtfully,

"Today's Champion Warrior Drak Duraz, you didn't disappoint me too much. Apart from his tough talk and stubborn temper, Dwarf Duozi only has strict standards worth mentioning."

As soon as he finished speaking, Noglin, who stood firm, suddenly noticed that the armor in front of him had changed in aura, from an exaggerated sculpture from a museum to a terrifying war machine...

(End of this chapter)