Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Your father is not a tolerant man..." Belegar muttered. This was obviously a hell of a pit.

The number of troops attacking the Black Tower of Arkhan was huge, but it was far from enough compared to the endless skeletons in the sea of ​​sand.

Seduced by the golden body, Settra was confident that he could invade Ulthuan and seize the Flame of Asuryan in one fell swoop.

How long this can last depends on how much patience Imrick has for this farce.

No matter how strong the sea pyramid is, it will become a mobile tomb when facing hundreds of dragons.

A frustrated Settra may well summon an army in the name of the Immortal Emperor to first deal with the troops that have entered Nehekhara before heading towards Ulthuan.

Belegar's frown relaxed as he questioned, "But speaking of it, Caledor should have more than just this many troops. The Royal Navy led by Asarniel is also an expert at land warfare."

"Will Asarnil be responsible for intercepting the Khemri army that may come to support them, or do you not trust the strength of Caledor's army? Do you think you must outnumber the enemy to win?"

"No, forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." According to the tradition of the dwarves, little bearded men have no say. Draconir is too young. In his early hundred years, he is like a ten-year-old human child in the elven society.

Draknir shook his head helplessly, “I know what you are questioning, the son of Caledor will not prove his ability with words.

You just attack the Black Tower of Arkhan, and I will hold back the Khemri army."

Vlad nodded. This guarantee was enough. Draconir's words meant that the entire Phoenix Court would serve as a guarantee.

Judging from the mysterious and unpredictable methods of the Dragon Palace, stopping the Khemri army was simply because they did not want to get too involved in the affairs of the dead.

"Lord of the Eight Peaks, I, Earl Sylvania, thank you for your help. During the attack on the Black Tower of Arkhan, the dwarves only need to break through the outer walls, and the rest will be done...

This is a historical issue between us and Nagash. When it is over, von Carstein will reward you handsomely."

"As long as I don't see the zombies transformed from the dwarf's corpse, it will be the best thank you." Belegar maintained his usual complaining attitude. He was still dissatisfied with the cooperation with the vampire.

If it was the Tomb King, I would actually feel better.

The Tomb King is still a human being after all, just a dead human.

But vampires are just a group of dead monsters and have nothing to do with humans.

Seeing that the two sides had some disagreements but were reluctant to put aside their prejudices and cooperate, Draknir waved to the King of Eight Peaks Mountain.

"In that case, let's prepare our affairs, Belegar, follow me."

After the small council was over, Draconian and Belegar came to a small hill and looked at the endless yellow sand in the distance.

Belegar spoke first: "I never thought that one day I would be invited by the elves to fight side by side with vampires, and the target of the attack would be a group of dead people."

"It's hard to predict what will happen in this world... Just like many people didn't think you could recapture the Eight Peaks Mountain in your lifetime, but now you are known as the master of the mountains on the edge of the southern world."

"That is the title of Kazador, uh, although I think this title will return to me in the near future with the revival of Eight Peaks Mountain." Belegar was quite proud. Decades of cultivation have greatly supplemented the Angrand clan. Relying on its important position as an outpost in the badlands, various mountain castles spared no effort to send troops to Eight Peaks Mountain, just to eliminate the hatred with the greenskins.

Many interesting things happened, including the dragon-shaped armor that always stood in front of the door of the ancestral treasure house. Some people believed that it was an elf kneeling on one knee and begging for forgiveness.

But Angrand knew very well that it was a champion warrior who died to prove his integrity. He knelt on one knee because he had found redemption in his heart, to make up for the mistakes made by his lord, and to wait for the return of the Dragon Horn at the end of his life.

Dwarves are not romantic, but they admire oaths. This kind of loyalty after death allowed the Angrand clan to remove the hatred of Tycasios, and the armor where the soul last resided was accompanied by flowers. "The armor of the legendary warrior... is it still well preserved?" Draknir also mentioned the honorable man. He has passed away, but his spirit will live forever in Caledor.

"His armor has been classified as an important item that the Angrand clan must protect with their lives."

"Very good, very good..." Draconian took a deep breath and smelled the smell of gunpowder in the sand that would never fade away.

"Belegar, my father wants you to go somewhere."

Belegar was a little confused. He had no idea how much attention Imrik paid to him. Apart from some routine exchanges, the two had rarely had any contact in recent years.

"where?"

"The first stop for the dwarves to land in the Old World, the mountain fortress built by Granni himself, Karak Plateau Fort."

what? !

The legend of Plateau Castle has always been spread among the dwarven society. Countless adventurers have tried to find this sacred place, but all have returned empty-handed.

Legend has it that Plateau Fort set the entire tone for dwarven society, with Grungni building castles and forging iron ingots here, Valaya brewing beer and creating runes, and Grimnir hunting monsters and settling hatreds.

The significance of finding Plateau Keep is no less than that of Iron Eyebrow's journey to Lustria to find the origin of the dwarves.

But Belegar did not show any joy, instead he frowned.

“I don’t deny the importance of Highland Castle to the dwarves. Since you dare to say it, you must have found it.

But the Angrande clan did not have the energy to run an ancient mountain fortress. Just opening up the tunnel network in the Eight Peaks Mountain had already taken up a lot of energy.

You'd better bring this up with Thorgrin. Now only Eternal Peak has enough people to fill an empty mountain fortress."

Draknir did not comment. In fact, the location of Plateau Castle had been found long ago, but in the past few years, both races had focused all their attention on the Badlands and believed that there was no need to inform the dwarves of important information in order to avoid distracting their attention.

Telling Belegar is just a reward for his willingness to send troops for support this time. As for whether the Lord of Eight Peaks will hide this news and form an expeditionary force for Plateau Castle on his own, or report it to Thorgrim, this is the dwarves' business.

"Caldor can provide a safe route from the Southland Forest to Plateau Hold.

I have informed you, but the decision is up to you. Highland Castle does not belong to the elves."

"Well, I'll think about it carefully." Belegar also understood that this was a reward for support. He didn't expect that in addition to a large amount of supplies, Imrik would be willing to provide such important information.

But speaking of it, it seems a bit logical to return the dwarves' things to them.

Belejia, who was in a good mood, teased, "Your father is really a shrewd guy. He always uses some muddled reasons to make people work hard, but the final result shows that he is always right.

This is incredible for the elves."

Draknir chuckled. "Defaming your father in front of your children is an insult anywhere, but the magnanimous Phoenix King will not blame you for your offense."

"Hahaha." The two laughed together, thinking that this was indeed quite interesting. (End of this chapter)