Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The ancestral treasure house is hidden at the bottom of Karak Eight Peaks Mountain. Countless greenskins and ratmen have passed by here, but most of them did not see through the rune magic as a protective layer.

Some goblin boys who like to think often wonder about the meaning of the weird runes on the inconspicuous rock walls. After receiving the inspiration from Brother Gaomao, they use the feces pulled on the spot as decorations to turn the weird runes on the dwarf's gadgets into Covered by text.

Belegar and the rune blacksmith frowned and observed the excrement graffiti on the wall. Although King Roen's guidance in the dream was not wrong, the Angland clan always felt a little strange.

Ignoring the emotions of the two dwarfs when facing the ancestral treasury, Imric pressed the runesmith's shoulders and whispered to him to immediately remove the seal from the ancestral treasury.

The rune blacksmith was a little worried. The elf prince ran away immediately after getting the dragon horn. The area of ​​the ancestral treasure house gate was no less than that of a small mountain fortress. It seemed that he and the king alone could not stop the thieving goblins who sneaked in.

Fortunately, Tekasios solved his doubts. The legendary warrior who fought hard extinguished the flames of his armor, and his eyes that were originally as hot as the sun became much darker.

The heavy footsteps of the legendary warrior seemed to confirm his mentality, and the cry of death had been repeated many times.

But he will not become the Pale Queen's toy, but will return to his companions and enjoy the peace of his soul forever.

"Open it. I will keep my promise and atone for the mistakes I made in the past."

The hoarse and weak voice made Imric realize something. The dragon prince temporarily forgot about his desire for the dragon horn. He raised his hand and held Tekasios's shoulder, carefully feeling the fluctuations of the soul in the cold cage.

The final result was very unsatisfactory, but the prince was not willing to let an important warrior die forever.

Power is infused from the palm of his hand into the cold cage of the legendary warrior. This power is enough to resist death and allow him to continue to exist in the mortal world for a long time...

But he held down the monarch with his free palm.

Tekasios stared at the stone wall covered with green-skinned excrement for a long time, not knowing what it was like to regain the mountain fortress for the dwarves, and finally stand in front of the ancestral treasure house. Everything he experienced in his life seemed to have become a laughing stock.

But in the end, all the past events disappeared with a sigh. He looked at Imrik sincerely and expressed his inner decision.

"There is only one last step left before I complete my mission. From now on, the world of the living is just a torture that repeats in my mind. I regret that I cannot see you crowned the Phoenix King, but I still I will tell your Majesty that a thousand years later, the Sons of Caledor have never abandoned their pride."

Stopping the infusion of power, Imrik's excited heart was also tinged with sadness, he sighed and whispered.

"I will... take you away, back to our hometown of Caledor."

"It's my pleasure."

The smile that shouldn't have appeared on the armor appeared after Tekasios turned around and stood up. The legendary warrior was ready to use practical actions to reassure the dwarf. Before he died, no green skin could step into the ancestral treasury. step.

Belegar struck Tekasios on the thigh once and wordlessly asked the runesmith to lift the spell.

This sacrifice is nothing compared to the thousands of years the Angland clan has paid to regain the Eight Peaks Mountain...

After receiving the king's permission, the runesmith began to concentrate on resonating with the door of the ancestral treasure house. Those ordinary symbols under the green-skinned excrement graffiti flashed blue light starting from the bottom.

In order to judge the opening speed of the ancestral treasury, Imrik took out his sword and sprayed flames at the rock wall with maximum power, causing the excrement covering the door to dry up and fall off piece by piece.

The opening of the ancestral treasury was not very fast, which made Imric a little worried about the state of Tekasios. From the perspective of his soul, he was imprisoned in the steel body like a candle that could be extinguished at any time. Constantly swaying in the breeze, just waiting for the passage of time, it will disappear from the world forever. Fortunately, the rune blacksmith also knew that the matter was urgent, and based on the actual situation, he did not fully open the ancestral gate. Amidst a harsh roar, a gap opened in the center of the originally smooth rock wall.

A crack large enough for an adult to pass through...

Seeing the rift open, Imric had no idea of ​​informing Belegar, and his body seemed to turn into white flames and rushed into the treasure house.

Statues of the three gods made of pure gold, rune plate armor that could buy a human village, gems of various colors as big as fists, dwarf gold coins covering the ground, countless magical weapons...

Countless treasures stored by the Angrond clan during the Golden Age are eligible for a place in the treasury only after rigorous appraisal.

The leg armor stepped on the gold coins, and there was a whistling sound as the Elf Prince walked. The light seeping in from the cracks reflected countless touching golden lights, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Calls, calls...

The vague calling made Imrik have no interest in all the precious things in the treasure house, and he devoted himself to searching for the horn made from the fangs of the ancient dragon.

Belegar followed in, watching Imric roaming the treasure trove as if he had lost his mind, and shouted a warning.

"The items captured in the Longbeard Battle are to the east, and the dragon horn you want to find should be there."

East...

Appearing at the speed of wind, those important items lost in the Battle of Longbeard were thrown behind Imric like throwing garbage, and he dug out the Caledor treasure among countless gold coins engraved with maple leaves.

close, close...

After throwing out a piece of dragon armor with important inscriptions, Imric finally saw what he had been searching for for decades.

The horn is made of the mithril of Israma as a shell and molded in the flames of Dragunir. Its root is clearly engraved with the mark of the fire dragon symbolizing Caledor.

This treasure is lying quietly among countless gold leaf coins. When Imric reaches out and gets closer, the red fire dragon mark shines like breathing, as if waiting for the arrival of the destined one.

Excited, sad, relieved, depressed...

Imrik didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment, but there was no doubt that the dragon horn was already at his fingertips.

The cold metal shell of the Dragon Horn began to emit scorching heat after being touched by the vampire. The power originating from the Dragon Father made the connection between the two much closer than imagined.

Those longings, expectations, and desires for the dragon horn were understood at this moment.

Imrik, holding the dragon's horn, stood up from a half-crouched state, standing alone in the lost memory of his ancestors.

He raised the horn that symbolized the past, gently wiped off the dust left by time at the end, and used all his strength to play the call of the dragon. (End of chapter)