Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"My answer is no."

The cold voice made everyone look sideways to see who dared to touch Imrik's dark side.

The dragon breathing like thunder in front of the palace symbolizes one thing. What the Lord of Caledor said is the truth.

Imrik, who knew who he was, showed an unusual look in his eyes for the first time, and his complex expression was easily noticed.

"Alarielle..."

The visitor is none other than Alarielle. She may not know the attitude of the kingdoms towards Imric, but the Queen is very clear about Imric's attitude. As long as there is a chance to seize power, with his bone-deep obsession, All forces will definitely be gathered to destroy Druzi.

She does not object to this approach, but Ulthuan's traditions need to be respected, and Assur's democratic politics can no longer be ruined by her own hands.

The Queen's Guards quickly entered the palace, their heroic appearance no less impressive than that of any brave warrior.

No description of the appearance can accurately describe the Queen's beauty, but when everyone sees Alarielle, they will be suppressed by the sacred and dignified aura to suppress the evil thoughts in their hearts, and enjoy the subtle gifts in the light.

The queen who entered the palace did not shy away from looking at each other with Imrik in the throne room. Usually when the two met, they would still worry about Fenuba's existence, and would avoid suspicion on certain occasions.

But now, the first encounter after the official equality of status is due to a conflict of ideas, which really makes people lament the weird fate.

The princes and princesses who were aware of the relationship between the two were suddenly surprised by the suddenness of the Queen's statement. She supported Imric's coronation but did not support the reform, but the two did not seem to conflict.

Perhaps Her Majesty wants to influence Ulthuan in her own way...

The War Council fell into silence for a long time as the two looked at each other. In the end, it was Imrik who took the initiative to break the silence, shaking his head and smiling bitterly, showing some helplessness.

"Then what are you thinking? Don't tell me. You expect me to be a hero and save the beauty again. This time you won't have such good luck."

Obviously Alarielle did not expect that Imric's attitude would soften so quickly. She had expected many fierce conflicts, but none of them seemed to happen.

"The power of the War Council can be expanded, but only when it involves the critical survival of Ulthuan. The princes of each country will vote on whether to integrate the kingdom's military power with the Phoenix Court. We need to respect the opinions of every Assur."

"So be it, after all... I never expected you to defeat Malekith." After leaving some meaningless words, Imrik gave up his seat to his child Dracnir, saying that he needed to return for something. In the Dragonspine Mountains, Prince Caledor will exercise all his authority in Lothern.

Draconir, who ascended the throne of his father, did not attack Lothern. Although in a sense, the death of the two elders had an inexplicable relationship with these selfish elves, it is always bad to kill people openly. of.

The prince spread his hands in a negotiating tone.
"So regarding Her Majesty the Queen's proposal, do you agree? My father has a bad temper. This is something that all Assur knows, but Caledor has never betrayed his friends. Everyone has respect for the Dragon Kingdom. We will all deeply remember those who have made sacrifices, and I believe you don’t want to lose the friendship of the Dragon Palace.”

"This is not a good thing for Ulthuan..."

Compared to his father, who still misses his old love, Drachnir's expression is more cryptic and deadly, as his mind has grown much more.

He didn't make any threats, but everyone could tell that if you wanted to gain the dragon's protection, you had to make a certain sacrifice. Adila spoke first, but they were automatically ignored by everyone. Those words of support for the child did not mean that the female prince hoped that Dracneil would become the next Phoenix King.

On the other side, Saffrey, who was supposed to maintain a neutral attitude, was quite cheerful about this, and Augsg made it clear that he was willing to obey the Dragon Prince's orders.

You princes, just make as much noise as you can, the White Tower of Hos will never suffer anyway.

Whether to compromise or to be forced to agree, it will take time to buffer, and the time left for Asul is running out...

The Witch King, who was staying in Naggarond to gather his troops, received an interesting piece of information. Valkia, the blood valkyrie known as the Bride of Khorne, was leading an unprecedented force of Khorne with eighty-eight legions as the main force. The army of believers marched towards the town of Druchi.

But the strange thing is that these believers of Khorne, who take pride in killing, did not launch an attack on the city of Druchi, but were interested in negotiating.

With the newly hatched black dragon, Malekith headed towards the northern edge tower. On the border of Grond, he witnessed the Bride of Khorne soaring above the endless army of Chaos.

Valkia, who is far more powerful and fierce than when Chaos invaded, can no longer see her former mortal appearance.

Champions of Chaos, such as Valkia, are often the messengers of the evil gods in the mortal world. The great demons who truly symbolize the will of the four dark gods are extremely difficult to appear in the mortal world because of the maelstrom, and these are originally the oaths of mortals. One who can largely ignore the influence of the maelstrom and declare the will of the dark gods to the world.

"Malekis... Asuryan's choice." Valkia, with scarlet eyes, spoke in a tone that seemed to be murderous. From any angle, the spear with a handle that could pierce the chest of the champion warrior was pointing. With Malekith.

"A lackey of the dark gods, a lowly and insignificant mortal, when you meet the sacred Phoenix King, you should respect him!"

The rigorous Malekith did not express his surrender. Wandering in the Chaos Demonic Realm made him deeply aware of the terrifying power of the Chaos Gods. It is always right to speak more cautiously.

"Respect...hehe, let me see your power!"

At the same time as she spoke, Valkia had already thrown her spear at Malekith, but the scarlet pillar that pierced the skyline was just a toy spear in the eyes of Malekith, who had now gained the power of creation. .

The Witch King roared, and the Sword of Creation swung down with an unstoppable force, knocking the spear away when it was still hundreds of meters away.

The black dragon also roared, its huge mouth full of dark magic energy opened, and corrosive venom spurted out from its chest, pointing directly at the Khorne Bride, who was still flying and repeating.

The Bride's Shield displays an enchanting purple glow. Made from the head of the Daemon Prince of Slaanesh, this shield can make attackers lose themselves in lust...

The desire hidden in the heart of the black dragon was not to tear the Bride of Khorne into pieces, but to twist its neck into a weird 140-degree angle, and its breath composed of venom flew towards the Witch King behind him.

This situation, which had never happened before, gave Malekith a chill in his heart. While the magic shield blocked the black dragon's poisonous mist breath, he seemed to understand something in his heart.

The dragon horn in Imric's hands is more terrifying than imagined... (End of this chapter)