Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Unable to defeat...

This is a monster.

It’s not like Katerin hasn’t trained with strong men before. The Red Tsar has countless warriors under his command, but without exception, they are all trash…

Masno has ordered the archmage to release the energy of the earth veins, allowing Katerin to absorb and manipulate it at will. The similar environment of Naggaroth and Kislev allows the ice witch to control the wind of magic like a fish in water.

Before Katerin drew her sword to attack, Masno just stood there, quietly waiting to be bombarded by magic.

Although the Ice Witch is young, she has mastered quite a few spells, including ice cones, ice crystals, curses, cold winds...

When it came into contact with Masno, not even a single snowflake floated.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Masno's eyes. It was too... weak. The young Catherine wasted such an outstanding talent, spending her energy like a fool recklessly to control the wind of magic.

The elf walked up to the Ice Witch, and with his plain sword he broke through the seemingly extremely hard ice and snow shield, and placed the blade lightly on Catherine's head.

"There is still a lot to learn... but time is short. You can only stay in Naggaroth for half a year. During this time, I will not care that you are a child.

To protect your kingdom, you need to pay not only hard work, but also the cost of overdrawing your future."

Katerin dropped her hands helplessly. She didn't even see Masno make a move. The magic power of the Ice Witch was completely crushed.

"Yes, Master Masno."

"What did you call me?" Masno curled his eyebrows and signaled Maomei to be more careful with her words.

Katerin said cautiously, speculatively: "Masno, teacher?"

Nodding with satisfaction, Masno waved his hand and asked the servant to take Katerin to rest first. He would spend some time preparing for the lessons today.

Feeling uneasy yet expectant, Katerina fell into a deep sleep after having a hot meal in the warm bedroom.

Then, in the early morning of the next day, before daybreak, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

"come in."

The maid hurriedly pushed open the wooden door and then closed it tightly.

In order to show his respect for the foreign princess, Masno specially arranged a small palace near the altar of the Dragon Father. Although it was not as luxurious and exquisite as the palace in Oshuan, it was safer.

The maid knelt by the window and said to the princess lying on the bed, "Your Highness, Master Masno said that you must wake up at this time every day and go to the altar of the Dragon Father to pray for half an hour."

"But I am a believer of Ursun!" Catherine couldn't believe it. Caledor had never considered allowing humans to pray to the Father of Dragons. Except for the territory of Caledor, there were almost no altars to the Father of Dragons in the world.

The princess didn't even know the name of the father of dragons. During the few days in the Dragon Palace, she occasionally heard Phyllis's prayers, sometimes it was Karilanos, sometimes it was Dragniel, and it was easy to confuse it with the name of Prince Caledor.

The Ice Maid raised her head, her eyes full of sincerity: "These are his exact words."

"Sukabulie." This swear word shows Katerin's dissatisfaction, but there is no way. If she follows the Phoenix King, Imrik will not bother to care about the little tsar's faith. Besides, her identity is sensitive, and it is not easy to tamper with her faith.

But calling Masno a teacher yesterday meant that Katerin had to follow his instructions. Putting on a thick fur cape, the young princess walked towards the altar of the Dragon Father while the night was still dark.

It was very warm around the altar, so warm that there was no trace of cold wind, just like a scorching summer.

This forced the princess to take off her shawl again. She looked at the dozen or so dragons around her and swallowed secretly.

There are many strange things about Caledor, for example, there is not a single dragon in the Dragon Palace, but when you enter the country, you can always see several dragons flying together.

Near the altar of the Dragon Father, the giant dragons that were crawling with their heads bowed toward the shining center seemed to be praying in their hearts.

When Catherine entered the palace, she saw Masno kneeling in front of a huge black dragon statue, praying devoutly to the gods.

She had intended to greet the teacher again at the end of the Maslow prayer.

But Masno took the lead, kneeling down in prayer and saying, "Catherine... come here, I want to tell you a story."

Encouraged by her maid, Catherine came to Masno with a little trepidation. She was not a believer of the Father of Dragons, so she did not kneel down to pray, but only nodded and bowed to show her respect.

Masno raised his head and stared at the black dragon sculpture that was also staring at the visitor: “About two hundred and six years ago… I was still a dragon prince with mediocre talent.

Like the rest of his compatriots, he spent every moment of his life thinking about how to revive the honor of his ancestors, traveling all over Caledor, honing his martial arts... and praying for the dragon to awaken.

Those were difficult times, we were trapped in the Dragonspine Mountains, and Caledor was already failing, but there was nothing we could do. Prince Mikhail did his best to restore our past glory, to reignite the kingdom's flame... but his flame was already dimmed."

Mikhail... Imrik's father, the Dragon Prince assassinated by Julian Baneblade.

Katerin lowered her head and listened silently to Masno's confession.

"Many times, I have doubted in my heart what the future of Caledor will be like... The dragons who are deeply slumbering, the Vaal volcano that no longer burns, and the slowly decreasing population, each of these is a death sentence for the Dragon Prince.

Until... His Majesty appeared, Davion, Bruni, and two respected gentlemen and I were the first to gain His Majesty's appreciation.

His Majesty promised us to restore the glory of the Age of the King of Conquerors... We have been working towards this goal for a long time, so long that only today did I realize that he has achieved the glory comparable to that of a dragon tamer.

And I... was also given the title of Phoenix King's Blade. Katerin, I know you want to revive Kislev, but it is not easy.

I can guide you to correctly master the powerful power in your blood, but I cannot help you build a strong Kislev as an elf.

Pray to the gods... The Dragon Father will enlighten your mind with wisdom, free your mind, and His Majesty will guide your future."

This extremely strange connection made Katerin half-believing and half-doubting. She knelt down silently, clasped her hands together, nodded and prayed to Karilanos.

"If you can make Kislev strong, I will offer my devotion..."

"Little girl, I don't want your piety, otherwise that stupid bear will howl wildly..."

"Hmm?" Catherine was stunned, as if she heard a very strange low growl. She could not understand the dragon language, but the voice went straight into her heart.

When I opened my eyes, the surrounding environment was no longer the ancient altar of the Dragon Father, but a circular building that looked like an arena. (End of this chapter)