Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 899 The mysterious Master Mozuke

In the renovated stargazing room of the Great Pyramid, the stone chair was already in a floating state. Imrik greeted Croca who was enjoying the fanning service of the Skink.

"Long time no see, Master Ke."

"For a Slann, decades are not a long time. Often a meditation, a dream drifting from the vast universe, can keep me meditating for hundreds of years."

The lack of knowledge about normal racial society still applies to Lord Croka. The first generation Slan may have traveled to many worlds with the ancient saints and seen the rise and fall of countless civilizations.

But this does not mean that Croca will learn this inefficient method.

Of course, Big Toad is still willing to make some changes when necessary. Master Ma can still mock the underdeveloped cerebellum of elves and talk with the thinking of a young race, and Master Ke is even more proficient in this.

After seeing Imrik's speechless expression, Croca waved his little hand in a humane manner.

"Although most of my meditations are about past events I have experienced, I can still draw from them the wisdom of the ancient saints."

Imrik chuckled, obviously amused by Master Ke's words.

"With your ability, you can definitely be called a member of the Ancient Saints. They are all dead, so why bother worrying about the difference in identity."

Tzeentch...

"Exact time for Malekith's return."

"For the Chaos Gods, it doesn't matter whether Be'lak is dead or not. If necessary, the enemy can naturally create a Be'lak in other ways, a Be'lak who has not participated in the army of the twelfth Eternal God's Chosen.

"It's still an extremely boring idea, but it's not unexpected." After complaining about the weird brain circuits of the lizard men, Imric talked about the business. After all, there was no trace of ridicule in his tone, and he used an undeniably tough tone. , asked Croca.

"time."

"Beelak, is he dead? If he is truly destroyed by the power of the Old Saints, Archaon will not be able to appear, and no one will be crowned the 13th Eternal Chosen One."

"Tzeentch confused my vision. The countless forks in the crystal maze made it difficult for me to find the final result. Apparently the Chaos Gods have noticed what is about to happen in the mortal world."

Croka shook his head again, and his tone changed from mysterious to a little frustrated.

The room that was originally full of star maps and vegetation gradually evolved into a night scene of the vast universe under Slan's magic, with only two creatures sitting peacefully in the endless void.

Imrik, who didn't want to listen to the Slann God's revelations, emphasized again,

Speaking of Tzeentch, Imrik instantly thought of an incident where he was almost killed by the big blue bird, and Be'lakor, whose cursed city was detonated by the Eternal Watch.

The Lord of Shadows is just a chess piece. As for the Chaos Gods who decide how to lay out the chessboard, they can decide whether this chess piece still has meaning. "

Master Ke shook his head and expressed disapproval, "I am just a servant, waiting for the realization of the master's big plan. Everything I do is only for the realization of that moment."

"I received a vague revelation. When the stars in the sky return to the position of the elves and gods, the fire of Asuryan will purify the soul and body of the dark one and rescue a scarred king..."

Master Ke waved his hand, and after a burst of white light, the few skinks still holding banana fans disappeared into the stargazing room in an instant.

"Multidimensional cosmology?" Master Ke's words only made Imric think of this possibility. The Chaos Gods forcibly recruited someone from other worlds where Be'lak still existed to be Archaon's father.

"There is such a possibility..." Master Ke's lamp-like eyes suddenly flashed several times, as if he had received some kind of revelation in this endless sea of ​​stars.

"The overlap of multiple universes will cause serious world fluctuations. The enemy Tzeentch will not mind using this method to find opportunities for change. You also need to pay more attention..." The vague prompt made Imrik feel completely That's nonsense. One of the weird thinking patterns of the lizard man is that he thinks he has made it clear, but you may not be able to understand what it means.

With Slan's brain capacity, he can naturally think of countless possibilities based on these hints, but I am a reckless person, and I have no interest in considering such things as multidimensional cosmology.

I will kill anyone who may be released by the Chaos Gods. This is the proper way of communication.

"Then let's get back to the point. If my prediction is correct, Malekith will return to the mortal world after the death of the emperor."

"A possibility, but not a certainty."

sweet……

Unable to resist swearing in his heart, Imrik rubbed his forehead and prepared to ask Lao Mi to come online to fight for him. The guys after the second generation Slan obviously were not too heavily influenced by the ancient saints, and they could still tell some key information in a few words.

Master Danke, are you really not the upper body of an ancient saint?

Fortunately, Master Ke knew that the young ancient sage was a brainless thing, and asked him to think about the connections in countless fate lines. It was better to consider how to make Mazdamudi give up the use of exterminating cities.

"Then Emperor Magnus is a valuable human being in your eyes."

"Well, obviously Magnus is infinitely better than the Green Knight. I firmly believe that the gods of the empire will not treat believers as expendable tools like Lilith.

In terms of combat ability alone, if I get the help of a Double God Chosen in the upcoming battle in heaven, my pressure will be reduced a lot. "

Yes, Imrik was eyeing an old friend. How could a person with outstanding abilities and outstanding contributions to the world die so easily.

The group of Holy Grail knights next door to the empire can live for two to three hundred years while kneeling in front of the statue of Lilith all day long. A double-chosen god who has saved the world can't even live to be a hundred years old. It's too ironic.

Of course, Magnus would definitely not agree with this. Rather than living in the world and maintaining eternal rule, the devout would rather shine on the empire forever as a beacon, go to Sigmar's side after death, and enjoy the tranquility that belongs to believers.

Lord Croka obviously has little interest in the emperor. Perhaps in the eyes of the big toad, anyone without the ability to cast spells can only be regarded as second-class.

But since the request had been made, Slann, who understood what Imric wanted to do, still delivered a bracelet engraved with strange runes.

Compared with the bracelet that bound Mazov's soul, what Master Youke gave him personally was obviously more powerful. With that powerful confinement power, even if he only held it in his hand, Imrik could still clearly feel that his fiery soul was swaying. moment.

"It's a good thing. Talk to Sigma in the Maelstrom and you should be able to succeed.

I hope that the hatching pond in Itaza can provide a suitable body for my old friend."

After solving the trouble, Imric put the bracelet in his arms and asked his final question before heading to the bottom of the Great Pyramid.

"I hope you are ready for the ritual of usurping Asuryan's power."

Croka nodded indifferently, as if seeking the power of the Elf God was a trivial matter to him.

"This ceremony has been prepared for thousands of years, waiting for your appearance."

(End of this chapter)