Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"I have a guess about the Big Belly King Gulu..."

When Kurt was about to move the chess piece, Imrick smiled and interrupted the marshal's action: "If I assume that Agrim will kill the Big Belly King directly, how should the result of this game be determined?"

"Given the characteristics of the greenskins, the war will end soon... But the probability is too small. The more greenskins there are, the stronger the warlords will be. The number of greenskins gathered in Karak Dreadnought is incalculable. I don't think the Butcher King can kill the Big Belly King in such a siege."

Kurt gave his judgment and placed the greenskin chess pieces in front of the Imperial Griffins, creating a stalemate.

"I have completed three steps. I have already scored one point. It is your turn, Phoenix King."

Kurt's confidence only made Imrick's smile more difficult to suppress: "But you actually only took two steps, predicting that the greenskin artillery would bombard the dwarves, cutting through the battlefield and then attacking the flank of the Empire."

Kurt pointed at the sand table and emphasized, "This is the third step. The greenskin cavalry will form a stalemate with the Empire. These brainless beasts are smarter than we thought. They are trying their best to interfere with our transport of troops into the canyon."

"No, no, no, you don't understand me." Imrik stretched out his hand and pushed the green pawn forward, easily overturning the seemingly unbreakable Imperial position.

"This is my first step. The greenskins will break through your proud defenses and counterattack towards the canyon entrance."

"Really..." Kurt did not refute. It was obvious that the two had conflicting opinions on this matter. Marshal Rick naturally firmly believed that the Sons of the Empire could stop the attack of the greenskins, while the Phoenix King seemed very...suspicious.

Not sure whether it was an over-appreciation of the greenskins or a disdain for the Empire, Kurt didn't think it was a good sign.

"Then we'll see."

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Stormwing's figure was concealed by a magical glimmering cloak, and the fog always lingered around the watcher, never leaving.

He easily flew to the side of the dwarf. With the greenskin's insight, it was impossible for him to detect the war lord.

The griffin swooped down, skimming across the ground like a dive. Agrim jumped up skillfully and grabbed the griffin's outstretched claw. Although he didn't know why it was Eltharion who came forward, the Butcher King didn't care.

What he wanted to do most now was to give the greenskin warlord a few axes to settle the hatred of the dwarves.

While searching for the trace of the Big Belly King, Eltharion reminded the dwarf under the griffin: "Algrim, I need to lead the air force to fight at any time, and I can't provide support for you in the battle with the Big Belly King."

"It doesn't matter. Either I kill this greenskin, or he kills me. In the name of Grimnir, I will wash away my hatred with blood and fire!"

The watcher, who had a detailed understanding of Agrim's fighting power, was not prepared to say much. At most, he used magic to clear a suitable landing space for the dwarf before returning.

The butcher tried to die countless times, but failed every time. If Agrim's professions were king and butcher, the former would be successful, but the latter would be a failure.

He alone among the sons of Balagu was unable to find the death he so longed for.

Stormwing is incredibly fast. This Ulthuan griffin, which has been killing alongside the War Lord for more than two hundred years, is a powerful beast even in the Annulli Mountains.

Its wings carried the air currents and used its keen power to find the big-bellied goblin that its master had mentioned.

I saw the big-bellied King Guru standing on the chariot, using the exaggerated axe to lead the war pigs and the chariot to kill the halberd soldiers indiscriminately.

Somewhat weird...

The elves have very sharp eyesight, and with the help of magic, they can clearly see every detail of the battlefield. The weapons of the Imperial Halberdiers are all made by the Royal Blacksmith Shop of Altdorf, combining the forging techniques leaked by the dwarves and elves to find the perfect balance between flexibility and durability.

The sharp halberd blade can easily pierce chain mail. Although the martial arts skills are not good, as long as the halberd is extended, it can become the best weapon of war.

But the situation with these beasts was that the halberds could hardly pierce their dirty fur. Even if some brute-force soldiers stabbed a few bloody holes in them, the war pigs could still drag the violent orcs to fight, hang up the corpses of human bean sprouts with their fangs, and rampage around the field.

magic?

After some analysis, Eltharion believed that it was not the influence of magic. The greenskins' waaaagh stance had not yet been formed. Considering his experience of fighting with greenskins many times, this was very strange.

"Eltharion, have you found the Big Belly King Gollum?"

After waiting for a long time, Agrim was getting a little impatient. He looked around for Gollum with his battle axe, but he could only see the Imperials retreating in all directions under the attack of the greenskins, without any of the ease they had when they cleared the mountain roads.

Stopping his speculation about the green-skinned boys, Eltharion followed the direction pointed by Stormwing and immediately saw an extremely huge...magical storm.

The image of the Tower of Yvresse suddenly emerged in the Watcher's mind. That towering building in eastern Ulthuan was the lifeline that controlled the wind of magic.

A burst of piercing laughter broke the silence of the tower... and the warriors who were supposed to be guarding their homes disappeared one after another.

Is this a revelation?

Before he could pray to Radlily, wondering if this meant he needed to kill the greenskins himself, a bloodstained helmet and long sword were placed alone on the throne of Yvresse.

Father……

A minute later, Eltharion lowered his hand from his forehead and ordered Stormwing to dive towards Gollum.

He has changed his mind and decided to put aside his duties as a warlord and become Prince of Ivrys for a while.

"Crion, you are in charge of commanding the air force to enter the battlefield at any time."

"What?" Creon was stunned. He held up the encrypted communication stone that was only used inside the royal court and asked in disbelief, "Don't tell me you are going to kill Gollum. But you are not Tyrion, a war lord who likes to be surrounded by enemies alone."

"He had his reasons for dying... I am not only a war lord, but also the Prince of Iris."

These simple words illustrate the Watcher's determination. In his eyes, anyone who might threaten Yvresse must die.

When approaching the Gag King, Eltharion signaled Stormwing to throw Agrim down and throw him a hundred meters away from Gollum to attract the greenskins' firepower.

And he had already dispelled the fog that lingered around him, stood up on the saddle, raised the Carmen spear and the fang sword, and guided the wind of magic into a raging tide.

The magic unique to Ivresse, countless arrow rains composed of mist, turned into a storm and attacked Gollum in Eltharion's fear of fate.

The transparent and invisible arrows of mist easily pierced through the skin of the beast that was difficult to cut with the halberd, smashing the galloping and revelling chariots of the fart spirits, and forming a small open space around the Big Belly King.

Following the fog were sharp claws emerging from the storm. The griffin flew over the head of the Big Belly King, and its claws like steel hooks scratched the greenskin who was busy resisting the arrows of the fog, ready to tear off the ugly head in one fell swoop.

But in the end, the Stormwing that passed by had a bloody scar deep enough to see the bone on its right claw. (End of this chapter)