Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 898 The Prophecy of the Slann Council

On the distant mountain peaks, two highly respected dragon princes were silently watching the commotion caused by the dwarves in the camp.

Thanks to the changes caused by the artifact, Masnow's vision is much better than that of normal elves. He can clearly see the fist of Noglin hitting Belegar's face, as well as the fierce counterattack of the leader of the Angrond clan...

His tone was a little subtle, and when he spoke to the monarch beside him, it seemed to be ridicule, but also seemed to be filled with regret.

"A good start. Perhaps if you want to achieve mutual understanding, you should punch the other person in the face so that he can deeply understand the emotions contained in the fist."

"Then maybe you should punch me in the face too, otherwise it will be hard for me to see what you are thinking."

The customary meaning of ridicule made Masnot shake his head and lamented that this railway construction plan was extremely stupid. He risked his reputation by proposing it at the war conference.

From a rational perspective, he simply did not believe that the dwarves had the ability to control a transportation route connecting Haimen Pass, Bottomless Stone Steps and Golden Oath City.

But this is also possible, but Thorgreen's attitude is very important.

Moreover, this matter, and the prince's current layout, seem to be able to provide some help...

"If someone had told me in the past that Caledor would go to war with the Phoenix Court, Druchi, Skaven, Greenskins, and Bretonnia at the same time, I would have thought him a madman.

Even in the era when the Dragon Legion was complete, Caledor did not make any move to challenge the world. "

"You suspect there are spies in the army."

Imric raised his head and sighed, "Oh, it's true. If the old guy was still alive, I might have been sent to the Dragon Bone Wasteland to look for the ancient dragons that existed in the old world."

But for Slan, being ordinary is already the strangest impression. Even the youngest fifth generation Slan, his spellcasting ability can be compared with that of the most outstanding archmage among the elves.

"But if we don't do this, it will be difficult for us to get a truly profitable situation. There will still be countless Julian Poison Blades and puppet Phoenix Kings controlled by the gods...

"This possibility cannot be ruled out. What happened to Julian Poison Blade is a scar that we need to remember for the rest of our lives."

Seeing that the monarch did not want to say much, Masino naturally did not talk nonsense and stated the current concerns.

"How long are you planning to stay here? The situation that Draknir is currently facing is far more complicated than when you were in the palace. Even with Adira's help, it is obvious that the Phoenix King will not miss the opportunity. What happened in the New World City is enough to illustrate these How badly Caledor has been infiltrated over the years.”

The second-generation Slann can defeat an army alone without the help of the giant spiritual network. The abilities of a first-generation Slann are somewhat unimaginable to the champion warriors.

Moreover, it is not impossible for us to win..."

"Master Ke is a trump card, a trump card that I can use but cannot rely on." Imrik waved his hand to express that he did not want to talk too much about the lizard people. If the Slann Council could change its bad attitude and be more positive, In order to influence the old world with his attitude, instead of worrying about some abandoned spiritual nodes and incubation pools, why should he bother so much to let Tehenhoin deal with the rat people.

"Lord Croca?" Masnow has only seen this mysterious Slann once. If he were to judge from his impressions, this first-generation Slann was just like an ordinary toad.

The two fell into silence for a long time, until the conflict between the dwarves in the camp, and it was decided that the matter would be decided by the High King, broke the silence.

Imric took off the dragon horn forged from the teeth of old rice from his waist and handed it to Masnow. The Dragon Prince had never been disappointed with this old friend who had followed him all the way. He only hoped that this gamble would not cause too many problems. Hidden dangers...

"I will go to Itaza to prepare for the decisive battle. During this period, you can decide for yourself whether to continue the railway plan. Minasnir and Kukuzar will assist you in your actions. Although the birth of Draknir, let me I cannot entrust you with the position of regent, but I believe you will be able to give me a satisfactory answer."

Masnow took the dragon horn and looked down at this symbol of great significance. The only two characteristics of the dragon tamer family are, first, arrogance, and second, the ability to play the dragon horn.

Naturally, he could not play the dragon horn, but with the assistance of the original owner, Minas Nir, he could spread some of the majesty of the dragon lord.

The premise for the monarch to do all this is a new prophecy made by the Slann Council - Malekith is about to return to the mortal world.

The Witch King of Naggaroth is likely to arrive at the most sacred place in Ulthuan - the Platinum Flame Temple - as his first stop in the mortal world.

Malekith, who has experienced divine enlightenment, may understand that the more than six thousand years of torture are just a test for him by God. During this period, the sins and scars he caused to all races will be reflected in his inheritance as his father. Asuryan wiped it off.

And all of this is what Caledor doesn't want to see at the moment, and the mastermind behind the War in Heaven will be completely exposed in this reincarnation...

When the monarch's figure disappeared from sight, the champion warrior murmured to himself,

"I hope all of this is worth it... No, it's definitely worth it!"

Imrik, who accepted the teleportation spell from the Slann Council, came to Itaza after a long absence.

As the top of the Snake God Pyramid flashed with light, the skinks that had been waiting for a long time swung their feather fans in their hands to show respect to the Venerable.

Several ancient blood warriors carried stone chairs and squatted on the ground waiting for their master's arrival.

The prince, who had long been accustomed to the weirdness of the lizard people, accepted it all without any trouble. He walked on the stone chair and sat quietly on this special item made of malachite, lapis lazuli, obsidian and gold.

The Slanns can rely on their telekinesis to keep the stone chair in the air, but the elves who are obviously unwilling to accept the position of the Ancient Saint do not have this ability.

Rather than being an Ancient Saint causing trouble in various worlds, Imrik would rather be a mortal with cares and family.

The accompanying army set off amidst the roar of Gorok, and the orders of the great lord could not be violated. When the ancient saint came here, everything in Itaza existed only for the master.

Along the streets passing by, skinks and monitor lizards who were busy with various undertakings knelt down one after another after seeing the stone chairs shining with the sun's rays, waiting for their master's review.

Those irritable and restless beasts seemed to have found a warm harbor, quietly obeying the instructions of the tamed skinks. At least at this moment, they would not point their fangs at the delicious lizardmen.

The speed of the team is not fast. Unlike the lizardmen who like to chat with him in Hesiota, Imric in Itaza looks particularly solemn.

If they are willing to give everything for you, then you should also show a corresponding gesture to repay the loyalty.

Maybe the lizard people don't understand what loyalty is, but they will also feel sad because of their master's indifference.

If they want me to do this, so should I.

(End of this chapter)