Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

What is the meaning of life?
Yiga used to think a lot about this top priority. When he was young, he thought that he would win glory and gain the respect of everyone.

But now it seems very ridiculous. Yiga, who is over 100 years old, has been fighting in bad places for more than 20 years, and he has finally figured out what meaning is.

There are only two meanings to life. One is to be able to choose how to live, and the other is to decide how to die.

The former is difficult to decide. Due to his identity and environment, Yiga cannot choose to live outside the order of Caledor and considers himself like a dead dog in the army.

But now, the opportunity to choose how to die has arrived, which makes him feel a little excited, and his soul seems to be shaken.

Die together with the beastmen, this seemingly worthless thing, has great significance in his eyes.

Greenskins can feel happy in battle, flee in all directions when defeated, and will think about Brother Mao's will in their free time.

But the beastmen have no brains for thinking. They are just a group of upright walking beasts, running around the world under the influence of blood lust, without thinking about what all this is for.

Everything they do is to satisfy the entertainment needs of the Chaos Gods, without any individual will at all.

And Yiga wants to shatter this status quo and let a soul tortured by individual will die together with a group of beasts who follow their nature.

He believes that the soul will be sublimated in it, and contradictions will eventually lead to the emergence of beauty.

The human commander in the armory looked apologetically to Kedan beside him. He was one of the few brothers who could trust him with everything. After knowing the importance and danger of the plan, he took the initiative to join.

Taking him to death may be the torture of the gods on me...

A sense of guilt arose in Yiga's heart, but the officer did not behave strangely. He considered himself to be a contradictory community, constantly swinging between elf culture and human identity, and it was difficult to determine his own way of existence.

He wanted to live like a human being, but his words and deeds were deeply influenced by the elves, making him a pure bastard.

Kedan, who was carrying a heavy locator on his back, patted the old man on the shoulder and signaled him to quickly come to his senses. The people from Anaheim were still waiting outside.

After being reminded, Yijia suppressed the heavy thoughts in his heart and waved to his men who were still sorting out supplies to speed up.

Although he was prepared to die, the mission still needed to be completed, and he could not sit back and watch the Hell Sea Dragon be punished.

Caledo does not allow failure. This is an iron rule. Bruni, as the direct leader, will obviously not take responsibility for the failure of the Marine Corps. The final consequence may be that the generous reward is only enough to buy a few big buckles. .

Thirty people, this is the composition of the suicide squad. Most of the participants have special skills, including reconnaissance, avoidance, concealment, and blasting.

There was originally a mage as an entourage, but Yiga decisively rejected it, believing that the presence of the Magical Wind user would attract the attention of the Beastman's Shrieking Shaman, and they wanted to launch a top-secret operation instead of blasting away the Beastmen with fireballs. The door to the cave.

Weapons such as muskets have all been replaced by crossbows. These weapons, which have a long history of use, have proven to be of irreplaceable value in various situations. Shooting at close range is far more reliable than firearms.

One arrow can pierce the armor of the horned beast and shatter its dirty heart filled with bloodlust.

The advantage of professional soldiers is their versatility. A group of human soldiers can handle weapons for a much longer time than using farm tools.

After temporarily switching to the crossbow as a long-range weapon, after a short period of running-in and retraining, it is already as good as using firearms. After walking out of the armory, Yiga nodded to the leading Anaheim Third Corps personnel as a greeting.

Raton... When he heard this name for the first time, he vaguely remembered where he had heard it before, but his desire to rush to death had already made him forget most of his worries.

Everyone is destined to die, and being able to choose how to die is already a great blessing.

After taking off his helmet, Raton looked much older than Iga. Judging from the skin texture and wrinkles on his face, he should be in his fifties.

But even so, Raton is still a strong and powerful warrior. This can be seen from the solid steel shield and battle ax he carries. Coupled with the thick armor to protect his body and the supplies he must carry, Yiga judged that at least Laton's weight was at least more than 70 kilograms.

"I hope you're ready, Commander Raton Corps."

"At any time, Commander Yiga."

"Then let's go, let's blow the Beastmen's evil Demon Rock to smithereens!"

According to the map drawn by the Dwarf helicopter scout, the team followed an ancient dry river.

Based on the precise calculations of the heaven mage who always observes the stars, and using the meteor shower falling area as the coordinate system, he came up with a bunch of elvish astronomical words that Yiga did not understand.

Astronomy is an important field monopolized by the priest class. The elves entrust this important task to the mages, but it is by no means a category that humans who only study in military academies can understand.

But fortunately, the mage who calculated the landing point also understood the difficulties of the big-headed soldiers. When exporting the specific analysis report, he deliberately left a sentence at the end - the meteorite landing point is in the capital of Gumolukan.

Regarding the analysis report in his hand, which only has one useful sentence, Yiga just wants to say one thing: Since the country was founded by military force, it should not be too fancy, and all ceremonial links must give way to the actual situation.

The narrow ancient river channel was crowded with "people". If the skeleton palms that stretched out from the mire from time to time were considered people, the team's journey could also be considered overcrowded.

Those Morukans who hid in the dry riverbed to avoid being hunted by the greenskins were drowned by a flood instead of being rescued by their vampire masters.

After thousands of years of being baptized by the wind of death, he became a ferocious killer under the river bed, trying to tell passers-by about his past destiny and feel the benevolent government of the vampire master.

These blind dead people received Yiga's sympathy and chose to use iron axes and shields to smash the decayed and fragile bones into powder.

The long march occasionally attracted the attention of stray beastmen, but with the help of experts who specialized in concealment, the entire team was covered in foul-smelling mud, and after using the cold water of early spring to wash away the temperature emanating from the flesh and blood, they were able to barely bypass the outer layer. The patrol arrived at an area densely populated by beastmen.

The dry riverbed had reached the end, which made Yiga couldn't help but curse inwardly.

The ruins map in the army was provided by the exiled Morukan people, and the latest version is thousands of years old.

Obviously, after a thousand years, the green skins, beastmen, and necromancers successively paid attention, changing the riverbed that originally led directly to the capital of Gumorukan, and turned it into a difficult problem before Yiga.

Either go back the way you came, or play a chase game with tens of thousands of beastmen on the surface. (End of chapter)