Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Imrik had faked his corpse. The term fake corpse is not appropriate to describe it, because he was indeed seriously injured after eating a dimensional lightning cannon.

Different from the last assassination in Altdorf, it was clear that the horned rat did not skimp on its power when the lightning cannon was fired this time, making it difficult for the elves who were trying to dodge to resist.

Since you can't dodge, just take it hard. This is what Imrik did.

The body, which was already very different from that of mortals, was quickly reorganized. The Gray Prophet, who was originally using the souls of the dead on the battlefield to perform sacrificial rituals to the Great Demon, was surprised to find that all the souls sacrificed to the Horned Rat had been stolen!
Blood and soul are the best sacrifices for mortals to the gods. This made the Gray Prophet point to the pointed-eared prince thing that reappeared in the center of the battlefield and said with trembling fear.

"He, he is not human."

When Imrik heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. I am not a human being. Is your name Chuanquero this rat, who can say such incisive words?

Under the surprised and delighted eyes of all the Caledorian soldiers, Imric raised the Star Lance, which symbolized the family's honor, and gave the final order of the war.

"Sons of Caledor, I am with you!"

"together!"

Mortellius rushed from behind, and the eager horse rubbed its familiar cheek with its head, its eyes seemed to be stained with tears.

Feeling a little bit of the loyalty of his steadfast mount, Imrik gently stroked the horse's hair, then stepped on the stirrup and stood with Mortellius again.

The Star Lance is aimed directly at the largest rat-man, which must be the leader of the Moss clan. Victory is within reach!
"For Caledor!"

The call of the dragon horn echoed in the empty tunnel, and a particularly vague sound of the same call seemed to come from deeper underground. This made Imrik look surprised, and he tried his best to blow the horn in his hand, making the sound of the dragon's cry louder and louder.

The vague voice faded in and out, but everyone present heard it clearly. It was a roar that was older and more distant than all the creatures present, and it was the voice of the original master of this world.

The Dragon Prince, who was known for his ruthlessness, treated Imrik with disdain no matter what he had encountered. There were tears in his eyes at this moment.

He put down the dragon horn, and the clear tears fell from his cheeks, dripping on Mortellius's dragon-shaped horse armor.

"Finally, finally, our family's long-cherished wish has been answered. Sons of Caledor, do you hear it? That is the cry of the Dragon's Back Mountains, and it is the roar that accompanies our ancestors and us in the battle!"

There was no need to respond. All the sons of Caledor who heard the dragon's roar had forgotten the so-called discipline and command and charged forward.

The most insane among them is none other than Tekasios. After the legendary warrior heard the dragon horn playing again, he went crazy and completely released the power of the temporary armor.

The flowing lava flowed from the giant armor, and the inscribed shield that had abandoned its protective meaning turned into a steel fist, crushing any creature along the way like a Vaal hammer.

The linkage effect caused by the vanguard officer's madness must not be underestimated. Masnuo shook off the numerous magic stones in front of him, handed over the command to the adjutant, led the war horse alone, and moved towards the front.

In a straight tunnel, the most brutal massacre occurred. Every time an orc killed an elf with a machete, another elf would stab his throat.

Every goblin who tried to escape was crushed into powder by the iron hooves of the Dragon Prince. The bloody lance was not aimed at them, but the terrifying temperament when charging was enough to crush everything.

Imric did not stop the soldiers' madness. Even if he was as calm as he was, he would not stop an inevitable release at this moment.

But before meeting the legendary dragon horn, there are still some guys who need to be dealt with.

The Star Lance quietly aimed at the Moss clan leader and... the rat demon hiding in the dark. …………

"Your Highness, the total number of casualties..."

North's routine report was stopped when Imric raised his hand.

Imrik, who was standing side by side with Thorgreen and Belegar, didn't have much thought about the casualties at the moment.

"Let Masino, Bruni...forget it, take care of the wounded first, there are more important things to deal with at the moment."

Imric turned his attention to Belegar. Only he knew the location of the ancestral treasure house. Only the rune secrets passed down from generation to generation by the Angrond clan could unlock the sealed door.

Belegar glanced at Thorgrim, seeking the High King's opinion.

After getting Thor Green's nod, he said slowly: "I believe you are not willing to talk about so-called additional conditions now, but I need a commitment."

"explain."

"You must become the Phoenix King and let the dwarves sacrifice the heads of the Oathbreakers to Snorri the Whitebeard."

Imric showed a subtle smile and said, "Then you have to wait later. Our grievances with Malekith are no less than those of the dwarves."

Belegar nodded noncommittally and turned around to start arranging how to enter the ancestral treasure house.

Now that the overall situation has been decided, most of the remaining greenskins and ratmen in the Eight Peaks Mountains are remnants. Based on what Imric explained in advance, the entire Caledorian army will definitely leave the Badlands and return to Ulthuan in the short term. Only some necessary manpower is left to assist in defense.

With the support of Eternal Peak and Iron Peak Castle, Belegar was not worried about the recaptured fortress falling again.

In this case, how to repay the kindness of the elves has become a necessity now.

After thinking clearly about the way to the ancestral treasure house, Belegar said to Imric with a serious face.

"As for my debt, there are platinum diamonds in the ancestral treasury..."

Imric waved his hand to tell Belegar to stop talking nonsense.

"I don't care how many things in the ancestral treasury belong to Asur or elves. Dragon Horn, after I get this artifact, you can slowly discuss the debt issue with my Finance Minister."

Belegar felt the same for a moment. Looking at the situation where the Dragon Prince around him was taking in more air and less out, and Occestes' body was still flowing with lava, I'm afraid if he said one more irrelevant thing, Pointy Ears wouldn't mind. The ancestral treasury was physically exploded.

"Then let's go, let your most elite troops come together." Thinking about the reality that Imrik was hit by a dimensional lightning cannon and still unharmed, Belegar shook his head and said, "Whatever, you and I, and the clan's talisman Blacksmith Wen goes directly, this is the fastest way."

"What are you waiting for……"

Imric grabbed the back collar of Belegar's armor, and with the other hand held the runesmith who was still hiding on the ground and rested, and rushed straight into the bottomless pit in front of him.

He could vaguely feel the call of Khazar Eranos, which was the throbbing emotion in his heart after a long time. There was only one last step left. Caledor would echo the dragon's roar again, and the Dragon Palace was no longer just for the elves. residence! (End of chapter)