Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Believing in Sigmar is the sacred mission of the children of the Empire.

Victor's eyes were like fire as he stared at the ghosts floating around him. The Inquisitor was a member of the Knights of the Silver Hammer, a true elite, with abilities far different from those of the hired witch hunters.

The light sword slashed through the ghost's illusory body, freeing the soul from eternal bondage, but there were too many of them, and the magical harassment from the vampires nearby made it difficult for the witch hunters to resist.

His body was already covered with scars, and his vitality was gradually fading. As for his new servant...

Probably dead.

The vampire soared in the night sky, teasing Victor as if he were playing with his prey.

Traces of the dead have reappeared in Sylvania, Chaos has risen again in the North, and a warlord named Mortkin has united most of the Norse tribes and launched an expedition of burning and destruction.

The world is about to fall into carnival!
"Victor, what has kept you going until now? You are just a humble servant. There are countless people in the Church of Sigmar who are as humble as ants as you. Even if they die in a corner of the empire, High Priest Walkerma won't care."

"The noble Sigma... grant me the courage to fight the enemy." Victor, whose left hand was dislocated, stabbed his rapier into the throat of a zombie that attacked him from behind. He was too careless, as this vampire was definitely not a newborn blood descendant.

It is very likely that they are the remnants of Manfred, entrenched in Duncanwald Forest to accumulate strength.

"Then die." The vampire flashed like a shadow, and its claws like steel hooks scratched towards the human throat. The fragile mortal could not match the speed of the Midnight Noble. In the eyes of mortals, the vampire was like a god.

"Human, bow your head!"

The unfamiliar voice caused Victor to immediately lower his head, allowing the speaker to clearly see the vampire.

A sharp arrow of scorching flames pierced through the dark forest, burning a big hole in Victor's witch hunter hat, and also burning the vampire's chest and abdomen to ashes.

The impact of the flames forced the vampire to stop attacking, and he looked behind Victor in disbelief.

"Elves? You shouldn't interfere in this matter!"

"I didn't interfere in the troubles between you monkeys, but I hate the undead, especially vampires. It brings back some bad memories for me..." Ortheya walked out of the forest slowly. She had nothing to do, so she left the Laurent Forest and wandered around the outskirts. Unexpectedly, she met a witch hunter who was hunting vampires.

According to the agreement between the Royal Court and the Empire... Of course, she could ignore it, but since she had nothing to do, why not kill a vampire for fun.

Orthea, who walked out of the dense forest alone, showed more and more fatherly temperament as he grew older.

Imrick often uses the Silver Moon Dragon to describe the two brothers of Windhowling City. Edtalis is cold and cruel, while Agathol is calm and indifferent. The former hates his enemies, while the latter only thinks.

Since they are opponents, they all deserve to die. Too much emotion will only affect judgment.

Orthea first glanced at the human monkey and found that it was only slightly injured, then turned her attention to the vampire who had a big hole in his chest and abdomen.

A rain of fire emerged easily from the wizard's hands. The vampires that were invincible in the eyes of the witch hunters had no resistance at all when facing the elves and were purified in the flames.

After the problem was solved, Ortheya didn't even look at the witch hunter again, and prepared to leave while humming a tune from her hometown.

"Wait, elf." The witch hunter put away his rapier and held down his severely injured left arm. The vampire had left him with a lot of injuries, and it would probably take a long time to heal. "If it's a thank you, then forget it. Your thanks are like the sound of fleas to me."

"This is the Duncanwald Forest in the Empire. According to the agreement between the Empire and the Phoenix Court, the movement of military personnel must be approved by the relevant departments."

Olseya felt amused for a moment, and turned around to look at the witch hunter with a serious expression: "I saved your life, are you going to send your savior to court?"

Victor shook his head and said in a low voice: "No, I just want to say that according to the agreement between the Empire and the Phoenix Court, you have an obligation to save my life again..."

Before he could finish his words, Victor, who was holding on with his faith, fell to the ground with his head down. His injuries were much more serious than they looked.

"This guy... is worthy of being an imperial. He speaks as stubbornly as a dwarf." Ortheya tapped the witch hunter's head with her staff, forcing him to wake up for a moment.

"Your name and position."

The witch hunter, whose consciousness was already blurred, said indistinctly: "Victor Salzpyre... Knight Templar of the Order of the Silver Hammer."

After saying this, he fainted again.

"What's Victor Sal..." Orthea kept repeating this strange name, but it sounded more and more familiar.

Ignoring the monkey's dirty body, she grabbed the witch hunter by the collar and turned him over to lie on his back.

He is blind in his right eye, has a very sharp voice, a high palate, a hooked nose, and looks very mean and sarcastic...

How come it coincides with what Your Majesty said about cockroaches when he was drunk before?
Oserya looked strange and began to recall an incident that happened in the royal court thirty years ago.

At that time, in order to celebrate... for some unknown reason, His Majesty held a large-scale martial arts competition and invited elves from all over the world to participate.

Some old monsters, such as the captain of the Phoenix King Guard, are definitely not allowed to participate. After all, the essence of this kind of competition is to win honors and it is also a performance. The real big guys will not participate.

So this gives Anasta, the student of the Phoenix King, an opportunity to show her abilities.

This extremely talented lady successfully won the championship in riding, sword, and archery, which made the Phoenix King very proud...

Although many people believed that Prince Draknir could also participate in this competition, the jury unanimously agreed that this was not possible.

In the championship warrior selection held in Avalon, the Dragon Prince took the initiative to surrender to the Prince. They had no doubt that if Draconir took the field, the Dragon Princes would eliminate all the contestants and let the Prince win the championship effortlessly.

What's more, the convener is the Phoenix King, so doesn't this count as a fixed match?

This victory also allowed Ortheya, who had returned to the royal court to attend on behalf of her father, to hear a piece of news from the delighted Majesty.

"If you encounter a witch hunter named... Victor Salzpyre in the Empire, beat him up first to see if he is a cockroach, and then provide help to the best of your ability... Of course, I would be even happier if you could tie him up and bring him to Ulthuan." (End of this chapter)