Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Risks are everywhere, just like stepping into the endless sea of ​​sand. Chariots cross the plains like thunder, and hundreds of golden chariots are galloping through the port driven by skeleton horses.

The intimidating welcoming team made Draknir narrow his eyes.

Tank troops...

This is the pride of Nehekhara. In order to show their bravery, the Tomb Kings must have a golden chariot inlaid with gems.

The gods will watch the most heroic riders on the battlefield. This allusion comes from the worship of the sun. The movement of the scarab pushing the dung ball is like the sun gradually expanding. The Nehekhara people believe that the chariot galloping across the sea of ​​sand will also push the sun to spread light forever.

The leading ancient tomb prince was much taller and stronger than the mummies next to him. After proper processing by the priests, he was able to barely preserve some of his flesh.

A skeleton with a flail hanging from his waist stepped down from the chariot, holding a falcon banner with a Khemri blue background.

Nevka looked stern as he came before Prince Caledo and said, "Immortal King of Kings, Pathfinder, Wielder of Sacred Fire, Punisher of Nomads, Great Unifier, Commander of the Golden Legion, Holy Face, Bringer of Glory, Father of Falcons..."

Draconir had anticipated this scene and could only shake his head helplessly as he waited for Nevka to finish stating Setra's title.

There is a big difference between a herald and an envoy. The former is a messenger who conveys the king's will, while the latter has a negotiation connotation.

Declaring the title was a way of showing respect to the guest. Although Settra's title of King with a bad taste made this respect a little absurd, that was the rule.

Half an hour later, Nevka finally finished reading out all of Settra's titles. He finally added, "The elves do not understand the power of the Eternal Emperor of Nehekhara. The titles include but are not limited to the above."

"Well, I really wish I had a herald like you who could recite titles for half an hour without making a single mistake." Draconil breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but want to beat Nevka up.

The prince nodded to the people behind him. According to the previous communication, the two sides would approach each other with a relatively equal attitude, and the first way to express sincerity would be to give each other gifts.

The fine weapons from the Anvil of Vaal were delivered to the Khemri Falcon Legion piece by piece, along with gold and gems that were indispensable to the Tomb King. These things were of little use to Caledor, but they were suitable for exchange as gifts.

The Falcon Legion, an elite force deeply trusted by Settra, entrusted the Caledor Elves with precious items carved from gold.

The Immortal Emperor hated thieves very much. After waking up, he found that the crown had been stolen by Norse pirates. He spent a hundred years on an expedition to the northern wilderness and killed all the barbarians he saw along the way.

He swore that as long as even one of the stolen coins remained in Norsca, the vanguard of Khemri would never return to Nehekhara.

When the last gold coin was taken back, Norsca had suffered a devastating blow. This fully demonstrated the majesty of the Immortal Emperor and reminded the world not to offend people who are grumpy.

There is zero tolerance for theft because the Norscans stole the burial objects of the royal tomb, which is the most serious insult to Nehekhara, who value life after death.

But this does not mean that Settra is stingy. When he received gold that was far more than the gift given by the Phoenix Court, even Draconir could not help but frown.

How much wealth are hidden by these dead people?

Fortunately, Nevka was very satisfied with the gift from the Phoenix Court, which seemed extremely wise and respectful compared to those who coveted the wealth of the desert.

"Prince Draknir of Caledor, His Majesty Settra wishes to see you. This is the order of the King of Kings."

"Unfortunately, I am an elf. Your emperor's orders are of no use to me... I come here on behalf of the Phoenix King. Nehekhara should understand that the elven monarch is no less powerful than Settra." He has tried his best to express it tactfully, but Nevka's dry face began to show a hint of anger.

"You are the King of Kings, above all usurpers! Your Majesty's invitation to the elves is an honor to you."

“Haha.” Draknir didn’t explain anything. He crossed his arms and shook his head in derision. “The thoughts of the dead are indeed hard to understand. If you think that the son of Caledor can be humble in the territory of Nehekhara, it’s ridiculous.”

"Be bold!"

The Punishment of Kings was held in Nevka's hand. It was an important weapon bestowed by Setra on the herald. The three gilded heads were all kings who had rebelled against the Immortal Emperor, symbolizing the power of the King of Kings.

The flail was swung towards Draconian's head. No one expected Nevka to suddenly attack just after the gifts were exchanged.

Kadroin, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, wrapped his halberd around the flail and protected Prince Caledo. His silent eyes made him look more like a dead man than Nevka's.

"Break one of his arms, Kadroin."

"Yes……"

The captain of the Phoenix Guard switched from defense to offense, and under the command of Draconir, launched a fierce attack on Nevka.

After shaking off the flail, the halberd was raised and chopped, but Nevka, who should have dodged, moved much more slowly and could only use the flail to block it.

Curse of Asuryan: When facing Khadroin, enemies will feel a cold and ruthless aura, and the gods above all guide the fate of the guards.

He won't die here, so every attack is without reservation.

There is no need to say much about the elves' martial arts. Those who can become captains of the Phoenix Guard are, without exception, the people with the strongest melee ability in Olthuan.

Although Nevka is Setra's herald, he is still a mortal being. Unlike his master, he is just a cold-blooded northern barbarian.

The situation was gradually going in the elves' favor. Kadroin, who remained silent, ruthlessly used his halberd to repel the flail's entanglement, and then launched a stabbing and slashing attack as fast as fire.

On the other hand, when Nevka discovered that the elf in front of him was a powerful enemy, he roared at the top of his lungs, shouting for the title of Immortal Emperor.

"In the name of the King of Kings, the Pathfinder, the Wielder of the Sacred Fire, the Punisher of the Nomads, the Great Unifier, the Commander of the Golden Legion, the Divine Countenance, the Bringer of Glory, the Father of the Falcon... you must die!"

Draconir, who was watching, was very sarcastic about this. For an undead, it was so pathetic that the soul was absolutely loyal.

The essence of necromancy is the endless desire for control. The kingdom of silence is the ideal state for the necromancer monarch, not a herald calling fanatically in the center of the battlefield.

After bypassing the entanglement of the Punishment of Kings, Kadroin's halberd accurately pierced Nevka's shoulder with the sharp blade of the halberd, cleverly relieving the force.

One arm is already flying in the air. (End of this chapter)