Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Arkhan gazed at the master on the throne of Nagashiza for a long time...

He was Nagash's servant, student, and successor, and many believed that Arkhan's loyalty to Nagash came from some unspeakable curse.

But Arkhan never forgot that when the living were ostracized in Khemri, it was Nagash who saved a noble prodigal son...

Give the color black its true meaning.

Arkhan murmured to himself, a hint of sadness appearing in his empty eyes.

"We should leave...Now is not the time to wake up."

With the help of the dragon soul, Nagashiza's defenders were quickly shattered by the natural majesty, and Arkhan could feel the wrath from the dragon.

When he first saw it, the Lich Lord thought that Prince Caledor had used his special abilities to enslave the soul of a dragon, but after truly sensing some of the dragon's thoughts, Arkhan fell silent.

The necromancers had studied the method of enslaving dragons for thousands of years, and Caledor achieved it with only his emotions and will. The ancient covenant allowed the dragon soul to reappear in the world...

"Leave... No, this is the last chance. If the elves obtain Nagashiza, our Kingdom of Silence will fall."

The whispers of the Lord of the Dead made Arkhan feel a little painful. He wanted to give advice so much. If you could be wiser, would our situation be so embarrassing?

He confidently challenged Sigmar in a duel, but was beaten to pieces by Gail Maraz. He fought with Alcadezaar, but was tricked by the Skaven again.

Now even the less important Nagashiza has been targeted by the elves and vampires. He is beyond help, truly beyond help.

Arkhan ignored the whispers in his head. He had seen through the elves' plan. As long as he left Nagashiza, he would be intercepted by an army of dragons.

They would not crush the Follower of Nagash, but they would surely drive him to the Black Spire, for the World's Edge Mountains had no place for him.

The servant turned his head and looked at another servant, a tall skeleton warrior, standing silently in the hall with a huge axe in hand.

"Gul, stop Abrush, I need some time."

Gul, who was not good at speaking, showed his loyalty to Nagash through his actions. Even if the ancient Chaos Champion turned into a dead warrior, he would not be unworthy of the honor of the Blood God.

Arkhan walked to the throne and gently touched the few remaining remains of Nagash with his fingers. He needed to return to the Black Tower to gather his strength again and use Settra as cover to resist the elves and vampires.

This matter must be done in secret. If Settra knew that he was returning to the Black Tower with the remains of Nagash, the Immortal Emperor would kill the vampire first, and then put aside his slight dispute with the elves and point his spearhead at the Black Pyramid.

The powers that originally came from the same source quickly merged into one. The will of the Lord of the Undead, which was extremely poisonous to others, was nothing to Arkhan. He had long been accustomed to having a madman speaking in his mind.

The skeleton warriors loyal to Nagash secretly gathered around Arkhan. They would escort the loyal servants of the Lord of the Dead away until they saw the resurrection of Nagash.

Soon, the castle, which was voluntarily abandoned by Arkhan, fell under the fierce attack of Abrash and Vlad.

But when Vlad saw the empty hall, he still couldn't help but feel angry. The losses were too severe, and the war with the Tomb King could not get a positive feedback.

He no longer had any tomb technicians under his command, the remaining constructs in Nagashiza were useless, and the frenzied Arkhan destroyed a large number of important facilities before retreating.

This is a useless fortress!

Abrush was in a good mood. The fight with Gul made him feel familiar. The Yankee champion was as strong as ever.

After taking off his helmet, the Blood Dragon Ancestor looked at Vlad's embarrassed expression and asked, "You want to use this place as your base?" "I have no other choice. Lahmia was given to Khalida by the elf, and the situation in the World's Edge Mountains is even more chaotic... Damn it, Arkhan actually moved everything."

"But there is one thing he can't take with him."

Vlad was stunned, his frown never loosened, "You mean the Dimensional Stone?"

Abram nodded and pointed to the flickering green light in the dark hall.

"Your descendant, Manfred, is very good at using dimensional stones to breed some mutant monsters. Von Carstein is the true master of humans and beasts."

"Lowly, disgusting beasts, unworthy of being in my army." Vlad rejected the proposal without hesitation. Using dimensional stone to breed monsters is a good idea. Just throw some lowly blood descendants into the dimensional stone basement, and soon you will get a group of abnormally bloodthirsty monsters.

"But your losses are severe. More than half of the troops you brought from Sylvania were killed or wounded. This force is not strong enough to resist Settra's shining army."

"That's a problem." Vlad paced back and forth. He needed a lot of corpses, otherwise he would soon lose them all in the continuous battles.

But now, where is the large-scale battlefield that can be directly pulled to Nagashiza?

After thinking for a long time, he set his sights on the World's Edge Mountains. The corpses of greenskins and ratmen were a good choice as cannon fodder. Although it was disgusting, it was worth using.

But Abrush had a better idea.

"The beasts of the Mountains of Sorrow... they are a formidable force."

"distance is too far."

"Someone will do it for you, won't they?"

At Abrash's reminder, Vlad's smile became more subtle. If he wanted the count to control the undead, he couldn't just provide some combat power.

Carstein has left Sylvania, and it is difficult to find suitable troops now. However, if he has an army of a thousand ogres, he will have some confidence when fighting against Settra.

After thinking for a long time, Vlad ordered the blood descendants to begin checking the situation of Nagashza. In a short period of time, this castle fought over by the Lord of the Dead and the rats will be used by von Carstein.

On the other side, Draknir, who encountered Arkhan, looked at the winged chariot of the Lich Lord thoughtfully.

"Your thing is quite nice. Is it made of dragon bones?"

Arkhan nodded silently. After seeing a hundred dragons, his original hope immediately cooled.

The situation on the Kislev battlefield made him misjudge Caledor's strength. Although he heard that the dragons had awakened, the number of thousands was really hard to believe.

To put it in perspective, if two dragons are compared to one Titan, an army of five hundred Titans is enough to conquer the entire world, rather than just sitting on an island and dreaming.

But just in front of him were a hundred giant dragons...

Draconian also nodded, but did not assume an attacking stance.

"Arkhan, you should understand why I am here. I will not attack you, but you must leave something behind." (End of this chapter)