Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Khalida stopped the priest from chattering and wanted to ask him what he thought, and stood on the giant golden snake, calm and majestic.

"What do you want, young elf? The endless sands of Nehekhara do not welcome island dwellers."

"Many people have said similar things, saying that elves are not suitable for wastelands, dark lands, and the cold north... But it turns out that we are capable of finding the land we like."

"..." Khalida was silent for a moment, calculating in her mind how much it would cost to stop this dragon army. If her prediction was correct, the elves who stole the two volumes of the Book of Nagash might want to attack the Black Pyramid.

Lybaras is far away from the heart of Nehekhara, but very close to the southern rainforest. As long as the elves set up defenses in the Canyon of Kings, it would be difficult for Settra to defeat him head-on.

After putting pressure on Queen Lybaras, Draconir did not say hostile words as expected.

"Of course we are not interested in the yellow sand. There are too many dead people here and too few living people."

"Is this why you brought hundreds of dragons to Lybaras?!"

Khalida pointed her poison staff at Draknir. If necessary, she would show this ungrateful elf the power of the god of vengeance.

"As expected, the Tomb Kings are a group of 'people' who are difficult to defeat and teach... I came here for only one purpose. If you release the port of Lybaras to Caledor, I will help you recapture Lahmia."

"Reason." Although she was tempted, Khalida was by no means stupid. Why did the elves enter Nehekhara?
"I will solve something that you, a bunch of useless people, will never be able to accomplish in your lifetime. I will completely annihilate Nagash."

Khalida smiled instead of getting angry, "I mistakenly thought that the elves' pride was based on strength... but a hundred dragons will give you the confidence to crush Nagash. If your father were here, I would still agree with this.

But you, can’t.”

Ed Terrys narrowed his eyes and announced something to Khalida coldly.

"Draknir is the legitimate descendant of his father, the Lord of Caledor, who inherited his power according to law and ritual.

Dead man, are you questioning Caledor's ability to fight Nagash?"

"Hehe." Without saying anything, Kalida seemed to have said everything.

For a moment, the situation on both sides became tense because of the queen's chuckle. The dragon lowered its head, its mouth full of sharp teeth gradually opened, and its chest bulged noticeably.

And the elite archers of Libaras also drew their bowstrings and aimed their crosshairs at the proud beast.

After sighing, Draconir signaled the dragons to stop preparing to breathe. Although Lybaras was in a remote location, it was also under the protection of Settra.

If an attack is launched rashly, this demonstration will turn into a conflict between Nehekhara and Ulthuan, which is seriously inconsistent with Caledor's current interests.

"Since you do not accept this agreement, I will take Lahmia into my own hands."

"Please."

After Khalida finished speaking, she led the legion back to the city wall without hesitation. She didn't believe that the elves would set their sights on Lahmia. Apart from a group of vampires and a desecrated temple, Lahmia had no value at all.

Seeing that Khalida was unmoved by any persuasion, Draconir shook his head speechlessly. The Tomb King was an extremely arrogant person before his death, and his obsession became even stronger after his death.

Khalida could be considered a wise person, but even though Caledo offered such generous conditions, she still disagreed. The remaining old antiques might be even more incredible.

After thinking for a while, Draconir nodded to Edtalis and prepared to summon the armies of Dawn Fortress and Dragonblight to capture Lahmia.

Prince Caledor would not taunt the Tomb King's arrogance by setting the city on fire.

Instead, he would be even more cruel and give it to Settra, letting the Immortal Emperor have a taste of humiliation.

The prince's decree was issued very quickly. When ships sailed along the border of Nehekhara, a large army of lizardmen emerged from the jungles of the south and accidentally passed by Lybaras, Khalida finally realized that the elves were serious.

But what is the purpose of doing this?
She didn't want to ask about this. Lahmia was the hometown of Khalida, and she was a member of the royal family with a blood relationship with Neferata.

From a legal perspective, Khalida undoubtedly has more reason to obtain the land.

The priest whispered to the queen, "The elven host is marching toward Lahmia."

"They may be trying to block Arkhan's retreat."

Three days later, the priest continued.

"The elves are already besieging the walls of Lahmia."

"This is just a detailed attack, intended to get Lybaras to send troops for support."

Five days later, the priest will speak again.

"The city gate has been breached, and the dragon army easily crushed the zombies manipulated by the white-skinned, fanged vampires."

"..."Kalida's heart sank, and she made a decision that went against her ancestors' teachings.

"Send out the legion. Libaras cannot stand by and watch the Holy City be occupied by the elves!"

On the other side, Draconir looked at Lahmia, where the sky was filled with fireworks, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

I am about to capture the temple, why hasn't Lybaras sent out his troops yet? Are you really planning to let me add this holy city to Settra?

While he was thinking about it, a warrior in black and red armor walked over quickly. In order to adapt to the special environment of the Dragon Bone Wasteland close to the Dark Land, all the warriors guarding the holy land changed into dark red armor to commend their outstanding contributions and brave determination.

"Your Highness, there is still a group of vampires resisting. Their magic ability is very strong. Whether it is a crossbow or dragon breath, it is difficult to break the barrier."

After stopping to think, Draknir realized that this required magical support. The city had been dominated by vampires for too long and the wind of death was too strong, making it difficult for the army mages to use effective high-powered magic.

When it comes to magical abilities, he would consider himself number one in Caledor.

"Got it. Continue to eliminate the remaining dead. Don't let any dead escape."

Leaving the temporary command post, Draknir's temporary mount slowly walked over, lowered his body and invited the elf boy to sit down.

The dragon's deep and powerful voice could hardly penetrate the sounds of battle echoing in the city.

"I hate this place... it reminds me of my fellow countrymen whose burial grounds were desecrated."

"I feel the same way, so we should get rid of Nagash. Settra only wants to stay in Khemri as his immortal emperor, but the Archnecromancer wants to turn the world into a kingdom of silence.

There were no songs or laughter, nothing but a dead silence and a perverted heart."

"As you wish..." The giant dragon looked back at the young elf and said thoughtfully, "Those two little guys still need time to grow up, but as a prince, you must have a stable partner... Ingsos is a waste, he found a nightingale as a pet, and the remaining few shining star dragons all have strange tempers..."

The dragon who recommended himself made Draknir shake his head. How could he not guess this little thought?

"We'll talk about it after the trip... maybe I can ask Minasnir to get rid of my father? After all, he is the Lord of Dragons and I am Prince Caledor. We are a perfect match."

"He would happily nod in agreement, and then be nagged by Imrik." (End of this chapter)