Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Tyrion paid no attention to whether the Caledor Legion was present to support or not. Her Majesty the Eternal Queen, who rushed from Avalon, learned the truth from Ariel through Elsa's divine power. The Phoenix King election process was temporarily interrupted, allowing the Supreme Master to attend a hearing to clarify his innocence.

There were not many people present, but the situation was very complicated. Teclis did not make many achievements during his tenure as the Supreme Mage, and his accumulation of contacts was far inferior to that of his predecessor, Berannar.

Judging from the expressions of those present, except for Tyrion, who was eager for his brother, most of the people in the kingdom were celebrating that Etain had lost an important ally, which would make it easier to run for the Phoenix King.

"Teclis, what's your explanation for stealing the power of the Oak of Time?" The Queen's clear voice sounded a little more tired. She had to do so many things personally in the past year. Just when she thought she could solve everything, Aslay Suddenly another shocking news broke.

Tigris said nothing and nodded calmly to express his agreement with this statement.

She originally wanted to find some escape plan for the Supreme Mage, but seeing Teclis' unconcerned look, Alarielle sighed inexplicably. As smart as she was, she had already guessed that Ulthuan was playing a game of chess.

But the purpose of the chess game is unknown to the players, and they can only become chess pieces wandering around the lines at the mercy of others.

"In that case, you and the Twilight sisters should go to Athel Loren."

The departure of his brother only made Tyrion clench his fists and stare at the body with bloodshot eyes...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world...

Imric was fighting with a black orc, a black orc whose size looked like a giant from a distance. Judging from the fighting situation alone, the dragon lord who was the most brave in the world had not been established in a short period of time. Advantage.

In the empty tunnels, countless soldiers were fighting in bloody battles. Elves, dwarves, greenskins, humans, and even lizardmen could be seen on the edge.

After defeating the greenskin army in the plains and capturing the Titan Gate, Caledor's decline began to show. As a military power that prides itself on its army, Caledor relies heavily on cavalry power.

As long as the dragon lord is in the open areas of the plains, he is confident that he can overwhelm all enemies. Even the dump trucks formed by the Grandpa of the Holy Grail will be crushed under the iron hooves of the Dragon Prince.

But as you enter the tunnel, no matter how grand the tunnel network built in the golden age of the Angland clan is, it still cannot change the fact that you are inside the mountain. The cavalry formation cannot be deployed at all. Once the charge is too fierce, it can easily become a fault, allowing the enemy to suddenly One hit to break.

After losing the most important breakthrough force, the coalition forces could only advance step by step from the upper areas of Bafeng Mountain, and this allowed the dwarves to feel proud in front of the elves.

No matter how strong his body is and how well-equipped he is, Asur will find it difficult to face the black orcs. These mutated greenskins, who are as strong as bulls and as disciplined as imperial soldiers, have caused great harm to the coalition forces. Troubled.

After trying to make the Dragonhalberd Guards fail against the Black Orcs, Imric decisively handed over the task of confrontation to the dwarves. The elf had to be pulled back for treatment after receiving an axe. In the eyes of the dwarves, it was just drizzle. Holding a shield The Eternal Guard is like an iron wall, existing only to trap the Black Orc Legion.

Artillery was scattered like raindrops on the greenskin position, but the goblin boys who would have retreated, with the blessing of waaag, had no idea of ​​life and death, and were still playing with crude catapults to pour firepower on the enemy or friendly forces.

The Black Orc warlord who faced Imrik roared, and a big ax hit his head like thunder. He was already tired of this jumping pointy-eared thing, and just wanted to kill him quickly and find some slow-moving short stacks. Vent anger.

Although he was sure to block the powerful and heavy attack of the black orcs, Imric was not prepared to do so, as it was too inefficient. Unbiased, he moved his steps backwards and landed the ax in front of him. Imrik's slightly sarcastic smile completely aroused the Black Orc warlord's furious mood.

The warlord loosened his grip on the ax handle and beat his chest with both hands like a gorilla. The intensity of the force caused deep dents in the stainless steel plate armor used as protective gear.

"Ah! Pointed ears, you are a bitch besides being able to hide. Even the rat men hiding in the ditch are braver than you. We despise garbage like you the most!"

The Beast's taunt, if taken seriously, would appear to be in poor taste.

Imrik raised his eyebrows and said noncommittally, "Oh? Let me be serious. The second brother you believe in, Brother Maomao, cannot protect you."

"Brother Mao, I'm going to kill this pointy-eared guy!"

The roaring black orc warlord may have received the protection of Brother Gaomao, and his already huge body swelled again.

Everyone knew whether the prince could defeat a beast, and there was no doubt about the result. The head of this black orc warlord would be hung in the dragon palace forever as a symbol of seizing the dragon horn.

Thorgrim on the Throne of Power, while leading the Eternal Guard to advance, glanced at the center of the battlefield with his peripheral vision, and the Ax of Grimnir conveniently chopped a troll in half.

The High King's impression of Imrik always remained during the Great Holy War. When dealing with the demonic portal in the Cursed City, the way Caledor and the others fought with ease had left a deep impression on him.

But now facing a black orc warlord whose strength is probably not inferior to that of the big demon, he behaves like a playful and playful person, completely guiding the rhythm of the battle.

Countless lives filled the gaps in the long-term fighting. In this final battle for Karak Eight Peaks, both sides invested a total of more than 200,000 troops. Every time someone fell, another warrior with the determination to die stood up. at the companion's position.

At this moment, the elves and dwarves have forgotten their past hatred and poured out their anger on the greenskins with their common long-cherished wish. As long as they are killed, the Dragon Horn/Eight Peaks Mountain will return!

But the fierce battle also made both fighting parties forget one thing. Bafeng Mountain is not only home to green skins...

It was difficult to tell how much time had passed in the tunnel. All that was known was that the ground was covered with corpses of various races. From a thin layer at the beginning, it ended up being piled up into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood that was difficult to walk on.

A normal army may choose to retire and recuperate after maintaining high-intensity combat. Even with the physical strength of the elves, fighting fiercely for a day and night will not be easy.

But this must be based on normal war. When Imric's body is still upright and the fire dragon flag stands proudly in front, all the sons of Caledor will never leave even half a step.

The same is true for the dwarves. The throne of power is stained with blood, and the beard of the incarnation of the Mountain Kingdom is dyed red, but Thorgrin is still chanting hatred about the Eight Peaks Mountain in a hoarse voice. (End of chapter)