Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The inferior stuff expanded the narrow cave, and the front of the car with Valaya's face engraved on it stared sadly at the underground passage that had been ravaged by ratmen.

Rough wooden frames were placed haphazardly in mid-air. The wind blowing from the cave made the unplanned building sway, and the soil used as an adhesive fell to the masonry floor under the action of gravity.

The magnificent sculptures embedded on both sides of the tunnel originally symbolized the honor of countless ancestors of the Angland clan. Every time the craftsman wielded the chisel, he would consider whether it would offend the ancestors.

But with the passage of time and the continuous collapse of rats and greenskins, the majestic stone sculptures turned into objects of blasphemy. The faces of ancestors missing most of their heads stood in the world with a sense of incompleteness.

The tunnel is spacious enough for hundreds of people to walk side by side. The dwarves laid a grand foundation for it, the greenskins processed it with the unique consciousness of the race, and finally it was destroyed by the ratmen...

Belegar choked up and almost shed tears when facing the ancestral stone sculptures, but his body remained upright, standing next to the inferior guy and silently gazing at the home that was completely different from the one in the story.

Our home, Angland's long-cherished wish, the nightmare of the prince of Loen, here I come...

When he opened his eyes again, the desire for revenge in Belegar's blood could no longer be suppressed. He raised the silver horn around his waist that symbolized the call of Grimnir, the god of vengeance, and spread the deepest hatred to his compatriots without hesitation.

The Angrond clan guards who were walking side by side with the king had their eyes red at this moment. The hatred passed down from generation to generation was not only engraved on the blood descendants of King Loen, but also in the hearts of every dwarf who longed to regain their homeland.

An inexplicable call emerged from their hearts, and they could clearly feel the sorrow, sorrow, hatred, and unwillingness in the depths of the tunnel... Those strong emotions that emerged at the last moment before the death of their ancestors have filled every Angrond at this moment. In the heart of the son.

The sound of the silver horn echoed in the tunnel for a long time, and the loud and clear call made Belegar lower his head and stare at the land beneath his feet that he had never lived before for a long time.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were already bloodshot.

"Sons of Angrond, clans fighting for the honor of the Mountain Kingdom, all sons of ancestors who are unwilling to continue the dark age, let us settle our grudges with the rats here!"

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Moving forward with the Angland clan was the Sotigo sect of the Gray Mountains.

Tehenhoin spit out his long, forked tongue and felt the breath of the souls of the rats who died out of fear.

An insignificant victory means nothing to the Skaven...

The prophet judged this, and it was indeed the case. The Skaven Demon City kept sending out meaningless cannon fodder clans, using flesh and blood to delay the attack of the eldest son of the ancient saint.

The only correct strategic idea that the Great Prophet of Gray Claw knows now is to delay the war as much as possible until the next spring.

The Horned Rat God has issued an evil decree. As long as the black-skinned king with pointed ears appears, these pointy-eared things that assist cold-blooded creatures will leave, giving the rats a chance to breathe.

Pakar dragged the corpse of a rat troll. The Seal Monitor held the head of a huge mutated creature in his right hand. The god's scepter in his left hand was stained with blood. His thick and huge body had more scars than before. When he stepped on the ground with heavy steps, Like mountains.

The Sigil Lizard dropped the Rat Troll at the feet of the Prophet, awaiting only the next instruction from his "Father" who would bring final destruction to the Skaven.

The prophet's eyes were neither surprised nor pleased. He looked up at Pakal, whose eyes had no aura to speak of, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The prophet who only wanted to destroy the Skaven in the past had a slight change in his mentality after the god gave him the son of Pakar.

As one of the few skinks among the lizardmen who have awakened to the concept of family affection, Tehenhuoyin does not want his children to embark on the same path as him. All these important responsibilities can be left to the prophet instead of an emotional giant lizard. The mission of the race must be inherited. "Pakar, do you regret leaving?"

Pakal was silent for a long time. He had never been deprived of emotions, but in order for his good brother Elvis to serve as a banner to resist the power of chaos, the Seal Lizard still obeyed the god's will and hid all sensitive emotions in his heart.

"I have never regretted it. It was all God's will."

Tehenhoin nodded, maybe after all this is over, Pakal can follow his nature and find what he desires.

But right now, it's not appropriate...

Tehenhoin looked at the endless swamp in the distance. The evil power was spreading in the mist. The power boiling in the nightmare of death was always mocking the eldest son of the ancient saint for overestimating his own capabilities.

"The Skaven...their plan worked..."

"But no matter how long we wait, they will be destroyed." Pakar said firmly. He made a contract with the god. As long as the Skaven are destroyed, the giant lizards who used to pursue their favorite things will be free.

This is a desire that lizard people should not have, but it is also the essence of respecting gods...

Tehenhoin did not respond. As a lizardman faction independent of the Slann Council, the Sotek Sect did not need to serve the big plan.

But as the only existing ancient saint, all long-cherished wishes must be compromised for the sake of the big plan...

The prophet summoned Gaguyar, raised the prophetic stone tablet and the Snake Faith Sword, and once again announced the god's will to the believers.

"Leaving the Blight Swamp, the hot-blooded people who believe in the deception of the evil god interfere with the big plan with their stubbornness, prejudice, and arrogance. God Sotek will not allow this to happen. The Sotek sect will follow the wishes of the god and put the big plan into effect. The enemy is wiped from the world!"

The mighty lizardman army left from the Blight Swamp, which made the Skaven City breathe a sigh of relief.

However, there are two problems before the Great Prophet of Gray Claw. One is to strongly support the Moss clan to attack the coalition of elves and dwarves, and the other is to intervene during the conflict between the Sotek sect and Bretonnia.

But no matter which one it is, it is a problem for the puppet of the Horned Rat God...

Elvis, who is wandering around Tyrell, cannot be called wandering, but can only be said to be playing a chasing game with the Bretonnian expeditionary knights.

As the son of a noble whose family was well-known in Ossuo, Elvis did not think that Bretonnia would cause much trouble to the giant horned viper, so he allowed these human knights gathered in the name of holy war to enter Tilea, completely giving up their natural Naval superiority.

And this oversight caused the giant horned viper to suffer the disadvantage of underestimating its enemy.

The Holy Grail Knight is far more powerful and difficult to deal with than these young elves imagined.

If evaluated by a standard, the arrogant and arrogant descendants of the nobles would have to admit that these human monkey knights are no less than their parents.

Just judging from the level of willpower and tenacity, even more so, as long as they are not completely turned into corpses, they can lead a group of serfs to fight fiercely in the center of the battlefield. (End of chapter)