Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The Black Tower of Arkhan, this towering pyramid is the base of Nagash's disciples.

For a long time, even though it was besieged by many tomb kings, this black tower that gathered countless masters of black magic still did not fall.

Thousands of slaves sacrificed their lives to build the Black Tower, making it much safer than Nagashiza, which had been besieged by ratmen for a long time.

Arkhan's elite legion is also located here. Thousands of years of collection have given him a foundation that is no less powerful than any Tomb King, and he is confident in resisting invaders.

But even so, he was still very surprised after hearing that the talks between Khemri and Caledo had broken down.

Historically, Caledor and Khemri have had no contact, and the two sides cannot reach friendly relations, but at least they will maintain peaceful coexistence.

The Nehekhara people are not interested in the islands, and the elves are very tired of the deserts. There is no interest for them to compete for.

After gathering detailed intelligence and hearing that it was the Immortal Emperor who coveted the Holy Fire of Asuryan, Akhan understood that this was an open conspiracy.

For Settra, what is more important is to obtain a physical body or to prevent the remains of Nagash from entering the Black Pyramid.

Now only Arkhan knows what stage Nagash has reached after his resurrection. The Immortal Emperor dares not gamble, and neither does Arkhan.

So... when the Khemri army gathered towards the ocean, Vlad became a gambler. He was sure that he could use the remains of Nagash to open the Black Pyramid and seize the legacy of the Lord of the Dead.

Abrush looked at the surging undead army behind him, feeling deeply moved for a long time, and couldn't help but say to Vlad.

"You are indeed a gambler. Caledo has promised to deliver a large number of corpses soon. Just waiting for a while will increase the chances of success."

“We can’t wait any longer… Settra can’t possibly capture the Platinum Phoenix Flame. As long as the dragon destroys most of the fleet at sea, he will realize that the island cannot be entered by force.

Once Khemri's legions return, it will be difficult for us to find another opportunity to attack the Black Tower."

"It's a gamble... I like your courage. Let's go visit Nagash and his disciples..."

The surging undead army marched straight past Lahmia, passed through the Canyon of Kings under Khalida's extremely hateful gaze, and arrived at the heart of the desert.

At the same time, the army that had been waiting for a long time at the edge of the badlands finally waited for Vlad.

Belegar frowned. He heard that Caledo was in some trouble. Since they had fought together in the past, he kindly asked the office of Eight Peaks.

The response received was that Caledor was trying to annihilate the remaining will of the Lord of the Dead and needed to engage in limited cooperation with some undead forces.

The elves have difficulty adapting to the desert environment, and the Dragon Court would be happy if the dwarves were willing to help.

No dwarf wanted to work for the elves, but after hearing about the reward offered by the Dragon Court, Belegar accepted the commission and brought the Abyss Legion of Karak Eight Peaks to the Badlands to be responsible for the siege of the Black Tower.

But why didn’t they say it was a vampire, or the infamous von Carstein and the blood dragon?

It is true that the Eight Peaks have an alliance treaty with Caledor, but the dwarves also have an alliance treaty with the Empire, and so does Caledor. How could the two families that have caused so much trouble to the Empire secretly collude with the Dragon Court?
"Damn it, I knew the so-called limited cooperation was a cover, damn Imrik." Belegar grumbled a few times, forced himself to suppress his disgust for vampires, and asked the herald to raise the flag of the Eight Peaks Mountain.

"You vampire over there, I am Belegar, Lord of Karak Eight Peaks, who was commissioned by Caledor to assist me... Valaya's pigtails, what on earth am I talking about? I should smash the vampire's brain into pulp with a hammer."

Vlad heard Belegar's loud voice. He didn't expect that Draconir was willing to spend a lot of money and put aside his dignity to entrust the dwarf to provide help.

The trouble he encountered in Nagashiza last time has made him clearly realize that it is stupid to use the same undead to attack the city. In a battle between the dead, the only thing that matters is who can be consumed faster.

Arkhan, with the Black Tower as its base, is undoubtedly the dominant party. When there is a lack of mortal auxiliary troops to provide long-range fire support, the dwarves are the key point to make up for the insufficient projection ability of the vampire army.

"Lord of Karak Eight Peaks, it is an honor to meet you. I am Vlad von Carstein, Count of Sylvania..."

"No need to mutter your name. Every longbeard has heard of the name of Earl Sylvania... Damn, I regret it a little."

Fortunately, although the cooperation with vampires made the dwarves a little dissatisfied, even stranger things have happened before.

For example, fighting rats and greenskins in the cave with the pointed ears, and fighting grayskinned pointed ears with the white pointed ears on the island. Over the past hundred years, the longbeards have seen too many things that their ancestors could not have predicted.

The army was divided into areas for the living and the dead. The dwarves did not want to walk with the undead, and the vampires did not want their slaves to get close to the dwarves.

Once the Son of the Mountains' anti-magic stance is formed, it will have a very serious impact on the Wind of Magic. At the very least, it will turn into skeletons and scatter all over the ground, or at worst, it will lose control and turn against its master.

They traveled around the edge of the badlands for two days. Although some Tomb Kings discovered the vampire army, the Blood Dragon family showed their fangs and crushed any probing skeletons into powder, allowing them to move smoothly towards Khemri's location.

Draconir, who arrived late, led a legion of 4,000 men and immediately asked Belegar, Vlad and Abras to come forward.

In the four-person meeting room, Draconian looked serious as he explained what had happened recently.

"Settra is engaged in a fierce conflict with the fleet of Ulthuan in the Vast Ocean, fighting over the Burial Grounds... If predictions are correct, Settra may be preparing to awaken the Dread Fleet."

"The Dread Fleet?" Belegar asked in confusion, "But didn't you guys take care of these sea vampires?"

"We dealt with the forces on the surface of the Dread Fleet, but we can do nothing about the dead lurking in the deep sea. Even if Amanar destroys as much as possible, there will still be some remnants."

"The Dread Fleet..." Vlad muttered silently, "It seems that our Immortal Emperor is not as principled as we imagined, and is focusing on the hateful vampires."

Aboraash snorted. He had little interest in naval warfare. "Don't tell me you elves can't even deal with a dead navy."

"No, for the Burial Grounds are too close to Lustria for us to destroy Settra's fleet immediately if necessary.

The problem here is how much my father tolerates him. If Settra is defeated immediately, we will face the combined forces of the entire Nehekhara, not just Khemri. " (End of this chapter)