Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Karl, the night goblins are pouring out of the tunnel and have broken through the defense line!"

The growl of Rick's guards made Carl, who was already tired, feel even more helpless.

Why on earth could several greenskin tribes gather in the Grey Mountains? Except for the big-bellied King Gollum, those oversized orc warlords were simply monsters.

The green-skinned guys also gained some strange abilities out of nowhere, including increased strength, rapid recovery, and infinite stamina...

But bad news always came out one after another. As the mountain began to shake violently and tilted like an earthquake, the humans, who were already at a disadvantage, felt unprecedented pressure.

Karl, standing like a bell, was not affected by the earthquake. He still stood firm, with a resolute and strong face without a trace of weakness. He encouraged the people of the empire with the most determined attitude.

"Rick Guards go stop the Night Goblins and investigate the source of the earthquake...and get Kurt ready."

This was the emperor's trump card. Carl did not place his hopes on the elves. The dwarves provided high-end combat support, and the High King and others firmly blocked the advance of the orc warlords.

Only the elves...the Phoenix King's guards are still waiting and watching. After all, the pre-war plan had them as the last resort.

It is said to be a last resort, but it is only to avoid the involvement of elves.

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"It seems that the third step may end with my victory."

Imrick pushed the Night Goblin's chess piece into the canyon. He had a vague prediction that the greenskins' momentum this time was unprecedentedly fierce and it was by no means a coincidence.

The Green Prophet, the dancing king who is known as Brother Gomao's mouthpiece, may use some methods to get most of the greenskins with combat power to join this final carnival.

As the evil moon flag of the night goblins appeared, a big-nosed, red-eyed goblin with a squig led his boys into the chaotic position, which immediately made Imrick realize that fate is always so interesting.

Big-bellied King Gollum, General Stasnik, Urzago...will Ironhide show up?

When the Phoenix King stared at the sand table, Kurt could no longer hold back. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Now that the greenskins' attack has been effective, they will definitely push back outside the canyon... This will turn into a protracted war.

As Imrick pushed the chess piece out, Kurt slowly and with difficulty pushed a chess piece representing the cross flag of Rick's guards into the canyon, shaking his head and whispering.

"Perhaps I will change from a chess player to a chess piece..."

"Marshal Kurt, the Emperor orders you to be ready to enter the battlefield."

The voice of the newcomer made Kurt reach his hand to the helmet and stare at the Phoenix King.

"Then, Phoenix King, I have become a chess piece. As a chess player, what is your next prediction?"

"Chess player?" Imrick smiled and pressed his palm lightly on the sand table. As his arm gradually exerted force, the table made of hard oak began to make unbearable creaking sounds and collapsed at the place where his palm was pressed.

The chess pieces were scattered all over the ground, mixed with the gravel on the ground, just like the chess game that Kurt had already admitted defeat, becoming unpredictable.

"Kurt Helberg, you made a wrong prediction... Do you think I will follow the ideas of the humans and dwarves and stay in the spectator seats?"

With the swift and crisp sound of iron hooves and a low roar, Mortelius, wearing dragon-shaped horse armor, had already staggered through the crowd and arrived at the command room.

The Flame Knights fetched the Caledor Armor and the Star Lance, and dressed the Phoenix King in military uniform in front of everyone. The monarch was now a warrior, and in addition to the Crown of Vaal inherited by Draknir, the dragon lord who once galloped across the old world seemed to reappear.

Riding on their war horses, Imrick and Kurt passed each other, and the sound of their lances scratching the hard ground was so sharp and harsh.

"Kurt, I've never been a chess player, but the one who decides the outcome of this game..."

When the Phoenix King came in front of the guards who had been preparing for a long time, he still sighed sincerely that the elves were so fucking awesome.

The Flame Knights, Phoenix Guards, Black Guards, White Lion Guards, and Wild Riders are the most elite warriors in any force.

To restore the glory of Aenarion's time and bring the world under the rule of the elves... I deserve this power. It was Caledor who saved the world, and it is my turn to rule it.

The thought flashed through his mind. The conflict between divinity and humanity sometimes made Imrik very annoyed. Since he was annoyed, he decided to kill.

"Kazhuoin, Kuran, do you understand the mission?"

Kazhuo nodded silently. As always, he would only agree instead of asking questions.

"Yes."

Kulan reacted a little more quickly. He glanced sideways at the Phoenix Guards, as if he wanted to defeat these silent sentinels of Asuryan in the upcoming killing.

After learning some of the truth, his disgust for the Phoenix Guard grew even stronger. If these guards, who already knew the truth about the Phoenix King, had pressed the Son of Aenarion back to his original position when Malekith jumped into the Holy Fire of Asuryan, many things would not have happened.

"I just hope the Flameborn Knights don't need the assistance of the Black Guards when they charge, otherwise we'll have to kill twice as many greenskins."

The humorous answer made Imrick nod in agreement. He looked at the wild cavalry leader wearing an oak mask and said, "Kasveti, prove your worth. If you get my approval, Kunos will grant the wild cavalry even more powerful power."

"In the name of Asuryan, Kurnos, and Aisha, I will kill every greenskin I see."

Finally, it was the White Lion Guard who was so familiar to him. He glanced at the young man with a bunch of long golden hair on his collar, and his tone was full of ridicule.

"Alastair, if you can prove your worth, perhaps Bev will give you a lock of her hair as well."

The deep laughter made Alastar blush. As a young warrior recommended to the Phoenix Court by Charis, he was fully recognized by Cosir.

A bunch of long hair was a gift from a beautiful girl after the powerful monster of Chrace was eradicated...

The White Lion Guard raised his battle axe and said humorously, "You only need to consider the charge, but the guards have to consider many things, such as how to kill faster and prevent the greenskins from encountering the noble Phoenix King."

The tactics formulated by Imrick were very simple, just rush in and be done with it, with the Flame Knights taking the lead and the Wild Cavalry cooperating with the Infantry to strangle the enemy.

The Phoenix King looked at the guards and smiled with satisfaction. Fortunately, Enil was driven away, otherwise those weaklings who could only shoot arrows would only interfere with their glorious close combat.

"I'll give you some status..."

The Sword of Creation was slowly drawn out, and as the Phoenix King Asuryan whispered coldly, a circle of floating particles of light appeared around the guards' bodies.

"In the name of Caledor..." He wanted to say it, but it was too easy to pronounce, so Imrik changed it casually: "In my name, bring battle, killing, and death to the greenskins!" (End of this chapter)