Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The blood dragon ancestor in Nagashiza, under the protection of his offspring, rushed forward like a god of death, and his greatsword easily tore through the defensive barrier set up by his loyal servants.

Cutting off the Tomb Prince's head with one blow, Abras shouted to the top of the dark wall.

"Akhan!"

Arkhan and Abras exchanged glances. As expected, after the failure of the Battle of Kislev, the long-hidden followers of Nagash were exposed to the world...

The elves and vampires are all turning their eyes to the Lord of the Dead. This is not a good sign.

"Aboraash, I never thought that the proud champion of Nehekhara would succumb to the will of the elves. Where is your pride as the ancestor of the blood dragon!"

Arkhan growled, causing Abras to smile.

The Blood Dragon Ancestor raised his head and looked at Nagash's disciple. He was still so confident that he believed that the Lord of the Undead would rule the entire world and turn the entire mortal world into a silent kingdom.

"My pride? Arkhan, my pride left me when I drank the Elixir of Life. What remains in this body called Aboraash is my hatred for your toying with Nehekhara!"

The gaze between them was a struggle of wills, between Arkhan and Abrash, two men who respected each other but had fought each other before.

"Continue the attack, we must see the remains of Nagash today!" Abras' roar seemed to be telling of the sorrow of a thousand years. The long-term torture made him no longer as glorious as he used to be.

Being obsessed with fighting is just an attempt to find some feeling of being alive in the moment of life and death struggle.

This kingdom of silence will make life meaningless for everyone.

The blood descendants raised their lances high and charged at Nagashiza with the blood ancestors. The defense facilities built long ago collapsed at the first charge. Tens of thousands of elite skeleton soldiers blocked the narrow passage, trying to use the wreckage to resist the attack of the Terror Knights.

But the Blood Knights at this time, after receiving guidance from the Blood Ancestor after a thousand years, are even more terrifying than the rumors in the old world, and only remains are left wherever their iron hooves pass.

Outside the city wall, Vlad was ordering Castaing to continue the attack. A blood descendant covered in wounds walked up to the head of the family and covered the huge wound on his abdomen.

"Count, we need to rest. Arkhan's spells have a strong restraining effect on the Midnight Nobles. We cannot continue fighting for a long time."

At this moment, Vlad no longer looked elegant. He roared and screamed at the top of his lungs, and his four fangs seemed to be biting the vampire's neck to pieces.

"Continue the attack! No matter what the cost, I must capture Nagashiza!"

When the blood descendant wanted to continue persuading him, Vlad's blood-drinking sword had already cut off his head.

Blood Ancestor looked around and said coldly, "Who else has ideas for an attack?"

One by one, the vampires turned into bats and quickly rushed to the front line. Vlad was extremely dissatisfied with this. If he wanted to resurrect Isabella, he had to open the black pyramid and take the power of Nagash for himself.

He is good at power and war, but he is not good at magic and divine arts...

Vlad couldn't help but miss Manfred. His son might lack broad-mindedness, but his control over magic was unmatched.

He clenched his palms, looking extremely unwilling.

With Conrad's bravery and force, and Manfred's planning and magic, von Carstein had a chance to gain eternal power, but because of foolish ideas.

As a result, now the head of the family has to fight with Arkhan, one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world, in Nagashiza, where rat corpses are piled up like a mountain!

Damn it! When a dead sphinx walked out of the tomb, accompanied by a dozen dark purple Ushabits as guards, Vlad knew that he could not hesitate any longer.

The reason they were able to reach a stalemate with Arkhan was the pressure he and Abras put on Nagash's disciples. If all the soldiers were lost, the two Blood Ancestors would be besieged, leading to the failure of everything.

Vlad's face gradually changed shape, his handsome and melancholy appearance turned into a terrifying and hideous one, and a dark shadow flew towards the construct.

Isa, wait for me...

Suddenly there was a sound of collision, and Vlad, who was colliding with the Undead Sphinx with his flesh and blood, kept attacking the sacred creature with the faces of the desert gods with his Blood-Drinking Sword.

Even if he turned into ashes, he could still remember the throbbing feeling...

On the distant mountain top, the dragon is still on standby, and there is a blue light in Draconir's eyes. Nagashiza is shrouded in a thick wind of death all year round, and it is difficult for ordinary people to glimpse the image inside.

However, this melee caused some gaps in Arkhan's magic...

The Dragon Prince, who had just returned from reconnaissance, kept the dragon in the air and shouted to the cliff: "Your Highness, the vampires are in a tough fight. It is difficult for the cavalry led by Abrush to capture Nagashza alone. Vlad is still fighting the Skeleton Army of the Wrathful Stone Lake!"

After nodding to show that he understood, Draknir asked Edtalis beside him, "Perhaps we should continue to stay here and wait for the heroic performance of the two blood ancestors. The performance of their descendants is far from worthy of the confidence of the ancestors."

Edtalis remained noncommittal, but eventually shook his head, "This is not a wise choice. Perhaps a mutual loss is a good outcome, but we need Vlad to conserve his strength to enter the Black Pyramid..."

"That's a bit troublesome... I don't want the dragon to get involved in a war that it shouldn't be involved in."

"We just need to destroy the city wall, and Vlad will take care of the rest of the trouble."

The Dragon Prince's reminder was recognized by the Prince.

Draknir walked to the front of the cliff, holding his sword and hanging it on the ground.

The Dragon Bone Wasteland was not far from here. He could clearly sense the sorrow of countless souls in the holy land. Even after countless prayers and purifications by the priests, the pain and torture lingering deep in the earth veins had not diminished in the slightest.

A sad place... Thousands of dragons sleep here. It is difficult for their souls to return to the space between the sky and the sea. They can only wait to be dug up, and their bodies will be purified so that they can enjoy eternal peace.

The Caledorite is powerless against such a huge number of tormented souls, but the resonance rooted in his soul and blood allows him to guide this anger and release it to the right place.

Draknir raised the dragon horn. Although this artifact forged from the fangs of a shining star dragon was not as useful as the one in his father's hand, it was enough to communicate with and guide the dragon's soul.

The melodious sound of the horn cut through the fog, the magical wind, the sky... and slowly reached the Dragonbone Wasteland.

"Caldrila, in the name of the descendant of Caledor Dragon Tamer, I call upon your soul to awaken..."

"Who are you?" The low and confused voice made Draconian realize that it had worked.

"I am the son of the Phoenix King, the Dragon Lord Imrik, and now Prince Draknir of Caledor."

"Son of the dragon? I heard Imrik say...you are the offspring he is proud of..." The dragon's voice was slightly reminiscent, and finally turned into firmness.

"In compliance with the ancient covenant, the Fire Dragons will still obey the requests of the Caledor family even after their death... I will use flames and anger to wash away all hatred." (End of this chapter)