Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 895 The hatred accumulated over decades

As he got closer to the top of the mountain, Belega had an inexplicable feeling, as if his feet were stepping on a glass mirror that was about to shatter, and every step he took was in danger of falling into a bottomless abyss.

There is darkness in front, darkness behind, and only a little light seeping between the gaps in the glass, reminding those who step on the road that there is still hope.

Taking the first step, Belegar saw his brother. In the endless darkness, Domgar's pale face and scarred body reminded his brother of the pain he suffered before his death.

Belegar's beard trembled slightly a few times. He had seen this scene in his dream. The dead would evaluate the actions of the living, and after becoming one of them, they would vent their full anger on themselves.

Belegar accumulated countless words in his heart, but when the words came to his lips, he could only say one sentence in the end.

"my brother……"

Domgar closed his eyes, a trace of disappointment appeared on his pale face. Facing his brother's excitement, he stepped forward with his legs torn apart by the goblin blade and walked forward slowly.

The dead with their eyes tightly closed walked past the living, and when Belegar turned his head, they turned into a gray shadow and disappeared into the darkness.

He knew why his brother was disappointed, but after he opened his hands and closed them again, he silently said sorry in his heart...

The young dwarf was not lost in the river of memories of his people. He persisted in his persistence and would never waver in the slightest.

If the Angrond clan cannot return to the Eight Peaks Mountain, all the sacrifices of the dead will be in vain!

Until... King Loen appeared.

The palm of the soul should not have any warmth, but Belega could feel the warmth of the fire.

After King Loen disappeared, his beard floated upward, and the surface of his rough skin was covered with crazily surging blood vessels. His eyes were filled with rage, and he had completely forgotten where he was, chanting Angron loudly like crazy. The hatred of the De clan.

The mirrored glass kept vibrating amidst the rough roars of the dwarves. The few cracked roads that originally existed were now only one with the reappearance of the blood feud.

Still like the elders before, even though Belegar knelt on his knees, covered his face and cried bitterly to tell his ancestors the sad history of the Anglande clan's thousands of years of exile, this descendant king of the Eight Peaks Mountain still did not say anything.

This ritual-like action caused the mysterious illusion to suddenly stop. The sparkling cracks stopped beating, and they quietly watched the meeting after thousands of years.

Brother, father, mother, uncle...

Finally, Belegar reached the end, but what greeted him at the end was not the magnificent mountain fortress surrounded by eight peaks.

But the difference was that Rune, who appeared in the soul state, did not pass by the blood descendant. This man with a stern face from the past placed the palm that was once used to protect the kingdom on Belega's shoulder.

Thousands of years of deep hatred, from the time when King Loen was forced to close the tunnel gate, to the hatred of living and dying with the Kingdom of Eight Peaks Mountain, to the blood curse when Domgar died in an greenskin ambush.

A sense of touch emerged from Belegar's body. Everything he did was affirmed by his ancestors.

Walking face to face, with every step, the end seems to be getting closer and closer, it seems that this road is the right way.

And in an instant, this warmth turned into rage.

The appearance of these people only made Beleja feel sad and strengthened his thoughts.

But what the dwarf didn't notice was that the glass at the end was shattering and falling towards the bottomless abyss with every step he took.

Before Belegar, there was only a road paved with blood and revenge.

But - death, everything is over...

But before death, Belegar still opened his eyes wide and clenched his rough hands tightly, never willing to accept this fate.

"No, this is definitely not the end of the Angland clan!" This roar completely shattered the dark space, and all the shadows of the deceased disappeared. There was only one elf, looking up at the stars, with his back turned to him.

"Is this your trick?!" Belegar growled. If Imric dared to use the memory of the dead as a tool, he would never consider Caledor a valuable partner.

Imrik, who had his back to the dwarf, slowly shook his head and spoke in a low tone that Belegar had never heard before.

"No, you should be able to clearly experience the memories and emotions of the deceased. This is not my trick, but the past of the Angland clan."

"Belega, dwarves are a peculiar race. Before the Ancient Saints created you, they never thought that strong obsession would be enough to keep the soul in the world, allowing the dead who should have been rejected by the material world to complete their revenge in another form. .”

"The White Dwarf..." Belegar whispered. In that story spread in the Mountain Kingdom, no one knew the true identity of the White Dwarf.

But most people believe that the white dwarf Grim Bryndel is the first High King, Snorri, the youngest son of Granny and Valaya, an Avenger who stayed in the real world because of Malekith's betrayal of his oath.

“Run’s strength obviously cannot match Snorri’s, but the special environment of the Eight Peaks Mountain and the strong obsession of the Angland clan still allowed a special phenomenon to appear.

Everything you just saw was the son of Angland who died in Eight Peaks Mountain, and the reason why I allowed you to see it..."

Imric nodded to Minasnir and asked the dragon to inform Belegar of the current situation in the Eight Peaks Mountains.

The dragon lowered its head and looked at Belegar. With a sense of nausea entering the vortex, a blurry picture appeared in the dwarf's mind.

The defiled ancestral cemetery, where the souls of King Loen and several warriors have long resided, were imprisoned by evil magic and unable to go to Gazul's temple.

The huge rat man wearing red warpstone armor led the fanatical clan rat army. With the courage that ordinary rats could not show, they fought in a bloody battle with the green skin army in the tunnel with the dwarf stone statues.

Beleja's face turned cold in an instant. The ancestors had been imprisoned in their homeland, and a group of unknown rats entered one of the main routes of the Eight Peaks Mountain Tunnel.

There are not many scenes, just a few moments, but what makes Belegar confused is how Imric learned this information.

Knowing what Belegar was thinking, Imrik shook his head and said with a hint of sadness,

"This is information from a Nagaryth Shadow Walker. His eyes are implanted with special spells that can transmit what he sees to my hands.

Originally, with our magical research on green skins, all the situations he detected in Bafeng Mountain will be completely passed on.

But the addition of the Rat Man disturbed the magic matrix in his eyes, and the chaotic energy of the dimension stone filled the tunnel, and in the end you only got everything you saw. "

Entering the Eight Peaks Mountain alone, Belegar didn't know how much courage it took. If the scene in his mind was not fictitious, this shadowwalker would sneak all the way from the Titan's Gate to the deepest underground cemetery. It would be unimaginable with the obstacles of green skins and rat men. How great is the dedication.

"This Shadow Walker..."

"died."

Before Belegar could continue to ask, Imric knew that even if the dwarf had doubts, he must vaguely believe the information.

After all, this was indeed paid for with one's life.

"Before I answer your question, I also need an answer."

"For you, who is more important, this world or Bafeng Mountain?"

Belegar showed a hint of coldness, and the blood of revenge seemed to be rising again, and there was only endless hatred in his eyes.

“Without Bafeng Mountain, this world would be meaningless to me!”

(End of this chapter)