Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The Spear of Kunos, Aslay's treasure, did not pierce the Aenario Dragon Armor as Orion expected. This artifact, which once faced the siege of the chief demon of the Four Gods, is far stronger than the legend says.

But armor is not omnipotent after all. Seeing that the attack was unsuccessful, Orion had a chance to escape the attack of the Sun Flame Sword. His blood surged in his heart. At the cost of breaking half of the antlers, he struck Tyrion in the abdomen with a fist full of anger. .

"Death, you cursed bloodline!"

The pain of breaking antlers brought Orion's strength to its peak. The forest was the most powerful and crazy before it was destroyed. After the oak-like punch hit the dragon armor, the air formed a ripple visible to the naked eye.

"Wow!" Tyrion was not surprised, because even the artifact dragon armor could not completely prevent blunt injuries. His abdomen seemed to be torn apart, and he subconsciously thought that a hole had appeared in his body.

A mouthful of warm blood spurted from Tyrion's mouth and fell on Orion's face, adding a bit of violence to the bloodthirsty face of the King of the Forest.
Throwing down the spear of Kunos, Orion roared angrily, preparing to beat Tyrion alive in the dragon armor with both fists.

Beasts are most terrifying when wounded, and they will kill any threatening enemy at all costs.

This applies to Orion, who had his antlers broken, and to Tyrion, who suffered a severe wound to his abdomen.

Tyrion's eyes were filled with anger. The fighting, blood, violence, and mutilation... Everything on the battlefield stimulated the deepest thing in his blood. It was an endless hunger that could only be filled with blood.

"Ah! Kane, damn, get out of my head!"

Tyrion, who retained the last trace of his sanity, still resisted Kane's call even though he was attacked by Orion many times with his fists.

All he needed was a thought. The blood of elves flowing on the battlefield was enough for the Lord of War to grant his blessing and allow Assur to reverse the disadvantageous situation.

Orion, who was crazy for his wife, didn't pay any attention to what Tyrion's bleeding lips were saying. Whether it was Kane or Asuryan, Kunos dared to challenge Elsa.

The Jinglong, who was watching the battle from afar on the clouds, was a little confused about the situation below.

Davian rubbed the back of his head, somewhat confused as to why. Logically speaking, Tyrion couldn't be so weak. Even if he couldn't defeat Orion easily, it would still be okay to maintain the situation and injure both sides.

He kicked Ingersoth beneath him and asked the elderly Yao Xinglong what he thought, "Is Orion so strong? In my impression, he can't even defeat the beastmen."

Ingersoth, who had stared at the battlefield for a long time, sighed and said, "Don't you see, the divine power of Kunos in Orion's body is close to its peak. Even if Tyrion has two artifacts, the dragon armor and the Yanyang sword, after all, How can a mortal without the blessing of gods defeat the incarnation of Kunos in the mortal world?"

Davian nodded thoughtfully. There was no clear choice of god in Caledor yet, so his thinking mode was still based on his previous habits.

The Dragon Prince looked at Orion slaughtering the War Lord's guards on the battlefield, and couldn't help but rub the back of his head again, feeling a little troubled.

The prince's order was to kill Orion, but judging from the current situation, even if he and Ingersolls joined the battlefield to help Tyrion, they might just kill Aslay.

"Are you sure?"

Ingersoth shook his head and vetoed without hesitation, "No, let Imric come and you can win surely. Masnuo can survive a few tricks, so forget it. It is difficult for third-rate magic to have any real effect on the incarnation of a god."

"Fuck." Davian cursed. He did not deny that he could not compete with the prince and the champion warrior simply based on his martial arts, but how could he say it in Ingersoth's mouth in such a way that it stretched his hips.

"There is only one way, let Tyrion pull out the sword of Kane." Ingersoth's suggestion made Davian stunned. The dragon prince seemed a little disbelieving and kept hitting the horns on the dragon's head with his fists.

"Do you want to make the situation more chaotic? Pulling out the sword of Kane involves no less than Malekith. This will directly lead to a large number of Druchi defecting to Tyrion's command. The madmen in Hargansi don't care. The so-called Witch King, they only want to devote themselves to Kane."

"Oh, haven't you seen it yet? Imric has already anticipated this situation, or Tyrion's plan to pull out the sword of Kane. We are here just to prevent Orion from dying. .”

"Then?"

Ingersoth nodded, needing some small means to stimulate Tyrion, otherwise with his resistance to Kane, he might not draw his sword until he dies.

One elf and one dragon began to cast spells together, but the target was not the Cain Temple where the fierce battle was taking place, but the ocean outside the deserted archipelago.

The mist lingers forever around Ulthuan, and Davian has long been familiar with the secret protective magic controlled in the White Tower of Hoth.

What he has to do is simple, break through the fog of Kane Temple and use shadow magic to create a fictional black ark in the ocean.

Tyrion, who was fighting against the echo in his heart, held his head with both hands and bit his lips in pain, hoping that the pain could alleviate some of the desire to fight in his heart.

It would be better to die in Aslay's hands than to become Kane's slave.

This is the honor that Tyrion insists on in his heart. He will never allow himself to become a sinner like his ancestors. Those who were favored by the power of Kane still remember the harm done to Asul.

The remaining knights in silver helmets stand firmly in front of Tyrion, and they will never give up at any time.

Malhandel was brought to Tyrion. The staff who had been following him for a long time were covered in blood. They pressed their hands on the shoulders of the war lord and looked at him with firm eyes that were extremely serious.

"Tyrion, we all know what you are resisting in your heart. Leave this place with Malhandel, and the Sword of Khaine must not leave the temple.

You are the guardian of Ulthuan, our pride, and you live with our expectations..."

An arrow pierced the chest of the staff member from nowhere. The young elf who was still talking looked blankly at the sharp arrow pierced from the chest. With only a little time left, he smiled helplessly and said, "History It will always repeat, is this the fate of elves..."

The fallen staff made Tyrion lose his mind for a moment, but the last straw in his heart was the sound of the Black Ark's horn coming from the distance.

Aslay and Druchi are in the same group...

It's a group!

This thought made Tyrion ignore Aslay, who was also on guard, and rode on Malhandel like crazy. For the first time since he started practicing martial arts at a young age, Tyrion faced the enemy from his back.

But he definitely did not run away, but chose to destroy everything and all Assur's enemies.

The Temple of Cain is calling Tyrion, and there is an artifact there that can shatter everything. (End of chapter)