Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 917 Heading towards death

"Damn it!"

Randy, who was covered in blood and had several big holes pierced through his dragon armor, gritted his teeth and looked at the red-armored man in front of him. The composition of the Phoenix Guard was always a mystery.

The Speaker of the Council has always had a rough assessment of his strength, and believes that his martial arts skills are not as good as those of the Dragon Prince, but with the power of Asuryan, the two sides can be equally matched.

And after getting the dragon thunder and equipment iteration, it will definitely be better than many.

But this red-armored man was actually more powerful than Kazuoin. Every time he swung his sword, he carried Asuryan's divine power. The cold and hot flames made the dragon armor that was supposed to be immune to fire attacks completely ineffective.

Randy manipulated the horse under him and launched a sprint. Wycliffe had been seriously injured and fell down. Davian and Iron Wolf were fighting with Tyrion, and now they were only one step away from the temple.

After pouring thousands of years of loyalty and honor into his family, he would never allow his lord's heirs to die in a foreign land!

The lance flashed red, and the exhausted war horse, dragging its master's old body, finally launched a charge.

The spear tip was like thunder, and combined with the swiftness of the war horse, it was like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky.

But all this only caused a hint of amusement in the red-armored man's eyes, as if the Dragon Prince risking his life to strike him was nothing more than child's play.

The Shadow King kept his bow posture, although his face was calm, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he fired several arrows one after another to interfere with the red-armored man who was killing people.

"I hope that after you die, you can still hear the never-ending call of the dragon in the mountains."

The all-out attack was ended in Randy Gujing's unwavering gaze. A red halberd just pierced the war horse's neck from the side. With a rapid swing, it brought out a bone-deep streak in the Dragon Prince's abdomen. of scars.

"You should know the cost of doing this. Davian and Iron Wolf are restrained by Tyrion, and you and Wycliffe are seriously injured. Even if I am sure to take Draconir away..."

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, his eyes filled with anger in disbelief.

But if this is not the case, how can he be considered the best knight in Ulthuan...

With no intention of treating the injury on his left hand, Randy came to the Shadow King and roared hysterically.

The huge wound on the abdomen showed that it was a miracle that Randy was still alive.

Randy didn't want to talk nonsense, picked up the sword of the fallen soldier from his feet, and said his last words to the Shadow King,

"Do as I say."

A shield with arms fell from the air. Even though it was separated from the body, the rough and strong palms were still holding the metal handle tightly, which showed how unwilling Randy was.

After the Shadow King gradually faded away and disappeared from the center of the battle, Wycliffe, who had many scars on his chest and back, seemed to have regained some of his consciousness. With the help of the mage, he swayed to his feet, gritting his teeth and scolding these cold lizard-sun phoenixes. guard.

Seeing that Kazuoin's halberd was about to pierce the Dragon Prince's heart, a black arrow flew from nowhere and slit Randy's broken arm by a hair's breadth. It carried the blood of the Dragon Prince and pointed directly at the rune halberd.

After a short treatment, when he opened his eyes, he found that his old friend's left hand had disappeared. The bones and flesh on the severed limb were indistinguishable, and blood was still dripping to the ground.

Randy let go of his lance and turned his shield to block the pull of the rune halberd, preventing his body from being cut in half at once.

With the clang of metal colliding, a long arrow with the power of a ballista forcibly stopped Kazuoin's halberd, and the accompanying powerful force dragged the Phoenix Guard Captain back several meters, leaving a clear mark on the ground. visible traces.

Randy, who was saved, chose to retreat backwards. As the backbone, he couldn't die yet, not yet...

"Go save Drachnir!"

This also caused the red-armored man who was originally the target of the attack to swing out his sword, causing the Dragon Prince's final line of defense to collapse.

These dragon palace soldiers who imitate the Phoenix Guard won't cause much trouble, but they are enough to make Randy leave...

Panasonic opened most of his long bow, and the Shadow King looked at Randy with an unusually deep gaze. He had seen too many dragon princes like this. There were better choices, but they chose the strongest and most heroic one. kind.

Unwilling to leave with the victory that was about to be won, Kazuo wanted to continue the pursuit, but was forced to stop in front of several guards who were also holding halberds and had death in their eyes.

"Which damn bastard did this!"

Randy did not explain the source of the injury, and threw the long sword in his hand to Wycliffe, indicating that the life mage who was about to suffer backlash did not need to treat his injuries.

Give more efforts to other people who are dying, save every one you can, and stop the old guy from wasting scarce resources. The chairman of the parliament took off the long protective sword carried by the life mage, looked at his old friend who was also in a state of embarrassment, and showed a smile in the tense atmosphere of the battlefield.

"Haha, I didn't expect that I would die with an old man like you. It's really disappointing. The life-and-death covenant we made together in the palace has now come true."

Wycliffe looked around and found that out of a team of hundreds of people, surrounded by the War Lord and the Phoenix Guard, there were now only about forty people left.

Among the hundreds of corpses lying on the ground, many are the children of Caledor. They came with the will to protect the prince's son, but now they have completed their duties...

Above the sky, the Yao Xing Dragon was still fighting with the three Phoenixes. Under the restraint of the two Frost Heart Phoenixes, the Arcane Phoenix broke through the dragon's indestructible scales, and charred black scales fell from the top of its head from time to time.

Amid the roars of pain and rage, he was unable to support the harsh situation on the ground.

Wycliffe smiled bitterly for a while and seemed to be relieved. He had never been afraid of death, but he just hoped that the time of death would be after the dragon's roar resounded in the mountains and Elvis got married.

He looked at the long sword in his hand and recalled his entire life in an instant on the blood-stained blade.

"I only hope that Ed Tyrese can shoulder the honor of Hallandur..."

"He can definitely do it, at least better than you."

"That's inevitable, you know he is my son!"

"Let's go, it's a pity that I haven't heard the call of the dragon's horn yet, but Greerel will hear it for me, and by the way, there will be Drachnir, ha.

I really hope to witness the moment when he picks up the horn and plays the return of the dragon..."

After laughing sadly for a while, the two old men walked out side by side and headed towards the Phoenix Guard Captain who was slaughtering his compatriots.

One person's left hand was cut off, and the open abdomen clearly showed the internal organs squirming and bleeding.

The other person's chest was nearly half hollowed out, and there was no intact skin left on his back.

In this way, Randy and Wycliffe faced their own death, a death without any glory.

On the other end, Davian, who was fighting fiercely with Tyrion, took a step back under the cover of the iron wolf, preparing to use magic to hold him back.

But the moment he turned his head, he discovered an incredible scene. Kazuoin's rune halberd pierced Randy's heart without mercy. After pulling it out, it immediately pointed at the dying Wycliffe on the ground.

He even forgot to use magic for a moment, muttering to himself, "No, Kazuoin can't do this, the two of them, but..."

The dull gaze of the Dragon Prince caught the attention of Tyrion and Iron Wolf.

The two people, who had been dealing with each other for a while in Athel Loren, looked at each other tacitly, indicating that they would postpone the battle for the time being and observe what happened on the other side.

The consequence of this observation was that Tyrion's scalp felt numb even in the fighting state.

The captain of the Phoenix Guard killed the noble leaders of Tal Kaled and Tal Windhowling City, two important cities.

The consequence of this is that Caledor will have an undying hatred with the Platinum Flame Temple.

This was seriously beyond Tyrion's expectations. Countries in Ulthuan occasionally had small-scale border frictions, and sporadic casualties were not surprising.

But the unspoken rule is that it's okay to lose, but you can't kill nobles with status. After the war, whether you want money or materials as a ransom, it's acceptable.

The Lothern troops he led were basically playing ball with Davian and his group, fulfilling the tasks assigned by Her Majesty the Queen. It seemed extremely intense, but in fact the wounded could be resurrected with full health by just finding a mage to treat them.

But why are you fucking Phoenix Guards so unruly!

Unlike Tyrion, who has a pig-liver-like face, Iron Wolf's eyes reveal a touch of sadness. Although he doesn't get along well with Randy and Wycliffe, they usually respect him very much and consider him to be Caledo's powerful one. support.

Tie Lang took out the wine bottle, unscrewed the cork and sprinkled the crystal clear liquid on the ground, speaking to himself in a heavy tone.

"Go well, I hope you can hear the dragon's call after your death."

(End of this chapter)