Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The accounts of the parties involved were more interesting than the archives. Many confidential events about the Great Holy War and some situations that the Silver Hammer had no way of knowing became extremely clear in Elvis's mouth.

"Regarding...Phoenix King Imrik and High King Ericson, the Empire believes that the two reached some secret agreement after the war."

"As you said, this is a secret agreement..." Elvis' tone changed slightly after His Majesty communicated with him when he knew that Erickson was about to die.

Even though this wise choice changed the fate of the two races, no dwarf or elf was willing to mention it.

“But it’s actually not a secret, except for some… things that are not convenient to disclose. The current cooperative relationship between the elves and the dwarves was mostly determined by that secret agreement.

It’s just that Erickson was unlucky and didn’t get to witness the prosperity he created.”

Suddenly thinking of something, Elvis teased, "Do you want to know about Magnus?"

"Of course, the Pious is a role model for every Sigmar follower, and we are proud of him."

"Really..." Elvis smiled mysteriously: "What if he has a vampire female companion?"

"Blasphemy, damn it, what evil words are you saying!" Victor was furious. A pious man had a vampire girlfriend? This was even more outrageous than Sigma having sex with a Yankee woman!

"Well, if you don't believe me, you can go to the Morrison Theater in Altdorf when you have time. I believe the pious man's girlfriend should still be there, cleaning up the mess left by the emperor."

Victor was a little overwhelmed. He thought what the elf said was a lie, but... what if it was true? The pious man really had a close relationship with a female vampire.

To make matters worse, Elvis took out a strange gauntlet, which looked like a dwarf's style. "I heard that in the Holy Hall of Wisen Territory, there is a blood-stained cloak of the pious?"

"That is one of the most important holy objects of the Church of Sigmar. It is used to test whether believers are still devout to the Double-Tailed Comet."

Throwing out the gauntlet, Elvis's smile became more interesting: "Use this next time. It's the gauntlet that Magnus left behind in Kislev. Wear it. Anyone killed is a heretic. Anyone not killed is a good person."

Victor swallowed his saliva. The gauntlet looked plain and simple, and its style was somewhat similar to that of two hundred years ago. Could it be the armor used by Magnus?
"Really."

"You have to judge for yourself. Who can tell clearly about things of faith?

For example, if you shout "Sottek save me" right now, it may be more effective than praying to Sigmar."

what?
While Victor was fiddling with the black gauntlet, magic fireballs filled with black destructive energy came from all directions, enveloping the two of them, leaving them no room to dodge.

As Victor pulled the reins and looked for cover, Elvis said faintly, "Witch Hunter Victor, don't die easily, or I will have a hard time reporting to the Phoenix King."

The elf took the lead, took out the obsidian sword and held it across his side, and rushed towards the area where the destructive fireballs were most concentrated.

The divine power contained in the greatsword easily defeated the chaotic energy. These weak forces did not care about threatening Sotek's choice.

Never mind the elf's safety, he must be a monster!

Victor forced himself to hold back and didn't watch what happened to Elvis who was hit by the fireball. After dodging a round of fireball attacks, he immediately turned over and dismounted, patting the horse's body and asking it to go away quickly. With a refined pistol in his left hand and an elven sword in his right hand, Victor's one eye looked around the dark forest, looking for traces of the wizard.

The subtle footsteps mixed with the whistling of flames and the sound of explosions were keenly captured by the witch hunter. He immediately tilted his body and fired a shot behind him without looking back.

A Mastiff corrupted by Chaos ran silently on the ground. When it approached the witch hunter, it wanted to pounce and attack, but unexpectedly it was shot in the head.

The bullets used by the giant horned viper have undergone multiple layers of technological iterations, from the initial hand-molded lead bullets to today's steel core bullets.

However, after the unified assembly line standards, the logistical pressure suddenly increased, but the wealthy Sotek sect didn't care at all and directly opened a production line in Sartosa, specifically for the supply of bullets for the Knights.

The pistol in Victor's hand can fire many different types of bullets. The one he just fired was an imitation of the Mithril Blessed Bullet used by the Silver Hammer Witch Hunter.

When hitting a chaotic creature's body, one shot is equivalent to three shots.

As Blood Hole shot the Chaos Mastiff to death with one shot, Victor was shocked by the power, and then he felt a little numb in his arm.

He remembered that the quartermaster had reminded him that the followers of the giant horned viper were all believers in the snake god, and the Kislevites were inherently fierce, so the problem of recoil was hardly considered when manufacturing guns.

Some of the more extreme man-portable weapons have recoil almost as great as that of small artillery.

Can shoot five times in a row...

He looked around, quickly placed the sword upright on the ground, and quickly stuffed the bullet into the barrel.

But this unnecessary action made the witch hunter even more nervous. An evil aura kept approaching from all around, like a ghost that could take people's souls, and couldn't wait to tear apart the soul of the Son of Sigmar.

I heard that Caledo is developing an automatic loading magazine, but I don’t know if I’ll ever see that day. If I have the chance, I will definitely buy one!
With half of the bullet inserted, Victor dropped his pistol. Fighting alone and lacking support, many tactical actions were difficult to implement.

Loading, aiming, and pulling the trigger, these three steps are too cumbersome, and now we can only race against time!
A black powder bomb, with a tinder to light the fuse, he threw it directly into the center of the forest, without caring whether it would cause a minor dispute between Lauren and the Empire.

The loud explosions and wailing screams let Victor know that he had achieved some effect. He then drew out the elven sword, turned around abruptly, and used the sword to block the incoming weapons.

With a clang, the crude tomahawk of the Northerner was blocked by a long sword. A naked man with tattoos all over his body, bloodshot eyes full of madness, roared and wanted to chop off the head of the weak Southerner and offer it to the Blood God.

Crazy Yankee!

Berserkers, feared by the Imperials and called lunatics, are fearless guys who madly seek the favor of the Blood God. They have no fear of death for the sake of battle and blood.

So far, Victor, who has only been a witch hunter for a few years, has rarely come into contact with berserkers.

This madman from the Northern part of the country had obviously received the blessing of the Blood God, and the battle axe he swung with one hand seemed to have a force of ten thousand pounds.

The creaking sound of his arm proved that Victor's strong body could not compete with the Yankees head-on. Moreover, there were Chaos Wizards around. This was simply a dead end. (End of this chapter)