Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Chapter 1123 It’s time to kill rats again
Facing Abras drawing his sword, Draknir waved his hand to indicate that he did not want to fight here.

“As I said, Caledo welcomes your visit. I believe Masno, Damian and others can give you a satisfactory answer, but not now.

The threat of the Lord of the Dead is greater than a battle that could start at any time."

Abrush remained silent and turned his gaze to Vlad. His agreement with the vampire lord was that he had to fight with Draconir first.

Vlad fully demonstrated his personal charm, "I don't mind watching this battle as a spectator, but you two don't want to fight an honorable battle under the siege of ratmen."

There was no need for Carstein to say more, as Draknir and Abras had already noticed the creaking sounds of the cliffs on both sides. Those eyes, glowing scarlet in the night, were staring at the three "people" in the canyon with awe and desire.

"This is really troublesome..." Draconian drew out his sword and showed with his actions that he wanted to deal with the ratmen first.

He stared at the rock wall with towering statues and asked suddenly,
"If I fill this valley with magic, how will Settra react?"

Vlad thought without hesitation. Near Red Cloud Mountain was the Canyon of the Kings, an extremely sacred landmark in Nehekhara. Even the ratmen did not dare to touch these statues that symbolized royal power.

"He will raise an unprecedented shining army and sail to Caledor in the Pyramid Ark."

"interesting……"

Draknir's sword began to shine with golden light, and a gust of fire as fierce as a dragon's breath gushed out towards the valley.

Vlad was not willing to be outdone. He made a fist with his left hand, and the wind of death moved according to the count's will, and a strange green flame swept around.

The rats who died under Abras's sword, at the earl's command, once again raised their spears and shields to serve their eternal master.

As for Abrush, it was simple. He was looking for the biggest storm rat among the rats.

The purpose of the mage is to clear the field. Although the three people present are all powerful people who are proficient in magic, the Blood Dragon Ancestor prefers to solve problems with the sword, and beheading is the style of a warrior.

Three extremely powerful men rushed out and raised their most skilled butcher knives towards the rats.

Draknir's fire magic was like a natural disaster. When balls of fire rained down from the sky like meteors, the rats soon regretted leaving the dark and narrow tunnel.

Amid the burning bonfires and the burnt stench, Vlad, who was manipulating corpses, frowned.

He suddenly felt a little disgusted with Prince Caledor. Normally, flame spells would only turn the victim's skin and flesh into ashes. After being burned at high temperatures, a pile of usable bones would be left behind.

But Draconir's flames were so unreasonably strong that they burned even the bones of the rats to ashes.

This deprived him of his best resource - corpses.

An extremely dense gust of fire swept across the entire King's Canyon. The mountain could not withstand the high temperature brought by Prince Caledor's magic, and large chunks of rock began to slide down from the top, smashing the rat-like undead that Vlad had raised into pieces.

The strong hot breath made Vlad touch his nose subconsciously, and he always felt that the tip of his nose would fall down at any time.

He looked back at Prince Caledor and spoke loudly.

"Draconir...you are more disgusting than your father. Find another way to solve this problem."

"You are not a human being, so I don't care what you say."

Draconian, whose long golden hair had turned into flames, did not change the way he used magic as the Vampire Count requested. He was proficient in all eight winds of magic, and even the most obscure and difficult advanced magic was no problem for him.

But his love for flames came from his heart. Only in flames could he see hope. Rain of fire, beacon fire, explosion, impact... a series of dazzling magic made Vlad stop casting spells. In theory, the battlefield was the best environment for vampires. As long as there were enough dead bodies, the wind of death would become extremely abundant.

However, Prince Caledo's actions filled the entire Imperial Canyon with thick, foggy fire winds, and the resurrected skeleton zombies could hardly maintain normal movements.

The barbecue feast lasted for a long time until Abras returned with a grim face, dragging a bloodless sword.

The Blood Dragon Ancestor pointed at Draknir with dissatisfaction on his face, "You should learn to restrain your spells properly."

"why."

"Because I didn't find a ratman worth killing."

Draconir shrugged and sheathed his sword. He blamed his teammates for being slow in snatching monsters. This generation of vampires is really bad.

Vlad dispelled the magical wind that controlled the corpse and signaled the two to stop arguing for the time being. "Leave first. The noise is too loud. Khalida might find out about the situation in the Kings Canyon."

"Kalida..." Abras nodded silently, trying to suppress some of his anger. He had some respect for the queen. Even after she turned into a vampire, he could still remember the heroic figure of this warrior queen and her devotion to God.

Quickly moving eastward, Draknir suddenly thought of something.

"How should Lamia be dealt with? Don't tell me you can't control the vampires entrenched in the area."

This time, it seemed that the weak spot of the two vampire ancestors had been completely revealed.

As a warrior, Abras remained silent as always, so Vlad had to come forward to explain.

"Neferata is controlling Lahmia from behind. I told her that we would unite to attack Nagashiza... but the prerequisite is that Caledor leaves the Dragonblight."

"I guess she doesn't want to do anything to Arkhan."

"Perhaps so, but Lahmia will not be an obstacle to us in the short term..."

"It's hard to understand. I don't understand the twisted relationship between you vampires. Even though Neferata is a queen, she eventually turned into a conspirator hiding in the dark.

Both of you are more than capable of surpassing the Blood Queen in both strength and courage."

The two silent vampires made Drakniel feel a little bored, so he waved his hand to end the topic.

"I don't care about the relationship between your blood ancestors, but Lahmia's location is very important. If Arkhan flees to the south, Neferata will send someone to pick him up..."

Before he could finish his words, Abrush spoke.

"When did the arrogant Elf Kingdom of Caledor lose confidence?"

"No, I have never lacked faith, but faith does not mean blindness... I will dispatch a lizardmen army from the South Forest to surround Lahmia and ensure that Neferata cannot interfere with Arkhan's actions.

Just because I am a facilitator does not mean I can see the loopholes in this plan."

Vlad's eyebrows jumped. Prince Caledor was saying that there was something wrong with his plan.

The Earl snorted coldly, "You can act according to your own ideas, but the plan to intercept Arkhan cannot go wrong."

(End of this chapter)