Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

There were many people gathered at the entrance of the canyon, which made Elspeth a little distressed. She was supposed to lead the Pious Legion to fight, but there was no room to stay in the canyon.

Helpless, Grand Master Amethyst had to act as a dispatcher, using the power of magic to assist in the movement of personnel and materials.

There are now countless wounded soldiers, who are constantly transferred to and from the front line, making entry more difficult.

The battle line was too short, resulting in no troop strength being reflected...

Cavalry, we still need cavalry.

Elspeth sighed. Only the dwarves could persist in this kind of long-lasting war of mincing meat without any serious problems in morale and physical strength.

But if there is no obvious turn for the better by dawn, we will have to activate the backup plan and prepare for a protracted war with the greenskins.

While she was worrying, the wizard who was in charge of observing the flow of people suddenly pointed to the back and said.

"Grand Master, the Phoenix King's guards... No, it's the Phoenix King."

Is it true...

Elspeth nodded silently. She didn't believe that the Phoenix King would listen to Carl and Thorgren's advice and stay behind with Kurt as a mascot.

Even if Imrik did not follow the plan and went straight into battle, causing the glorious victory that should have belonged to humans and dwarves to be dimmed a little, what would it matter?

Could Carl and Thorgrin still hold him accountable for this matter afterwards? His Majesty's temper is not as kind as it seems.

"Stop the flow of personnel, temporarily transfer the wounded to the sides, and move the artillery to provide a passage for the Phoenix King."

"Emperor Karl's order is..."

Elspeth's death stare shut up the observer immediately, and Grand Master Amethyst said with a slight warning: "Larkin, you must remember that since His Majesty Magnus signed many treaties with Caledor, the Phoenix King has become the most important ally of Wisenland. Aldolf will not risk offending the industrial center of the empire and criticize my decision.

But the Phoenix King can use any excuse to cut off the supply of many important equipment to Wissen Territory."

"Yes, I understand." The observer shrank his head and quickly ordered the personnel to move. If the opportunity to fight was delayed, he would not be able to gain any benefits, not to mention from the Phoenix King, even from Espeth.

People began to move to both sides in an orderly manner, leaving enough space for the elves to pass.

When passing by the platform where Elspeth was, Imrik nodded slightly to express his gratitude, and the Amethyst Master also nodded and touched his chest to express his respect.

Officially stepping into the battlefield, the familiar smell of blood and gunpowder constantly washed Imrik's nostrils. Although he had supported a battle in Bretonnia not long ago, he was just cheering for Old Mythic. The only chance he had to actually fight was to spit on the Chaos Dragon.

"Ah, as expected... I still find it hard to adapt to that cold feeling." Imrik pulled the collar inside his armor. The power of Asuryan undoubtedly had a heavy impact on him. Living a life of laughter was just to find some normal human feelings.

But only after entering this place belonging to warriors, did he realize that killing is the only thing that exists forever in this world.

"Let the war be more intense!"

The legendary dragon horn was held by Imrik for a long time. He put the relic of Caledor's orthodoxy in front of his mouth, and his chest swelled into the dull air. As usual, when the roar of the dragon spread across the battlefield like a wave, everything fell into silence.

After the silence, there was the rage of the dragon. The horn forged from the fangs of the original fire dragon carried a power that could no longer be reproduced. Therefore, the creatures regarded as enemies felt as if their hearts were being pinched by a sharp claw in their chests.

The shadow of a giant dragon seemed to emerge from above Imrik. Behind its long silence, there was unquestionable power.

The humans in the battle were horrified. They only felt a huge pressure coming from behind, and their shoulders felt heavier.

The ones who really feel the pressure are the greenskins who are regarded as enemies by the Dragon Lord. Whenever their morale is high, the power of Brother Gomao will be bestowed on them, making their muscles tougher and stronger.

The elven wizard believes that this is a spiritual stance. As for the principle, he can only ask the ancient saint who brought the green belt into the mortal world.

But there is no doubt that since waaaagh is an invisible but real thing, it can naturally be affected.

The ripples of the dragon horn hit the surrounding area of ​​the battlefield. Some of the greenskins who were closest to the dragon lord had lost the will to fight. They were filled with new fear and wanted to escape from the terrible pointed ears.

The furious roar gave the front a brief respite. Thorgrim, covered in blood, swung the Axe of Grimnir on the Throne of Power and chopped a big guy who wanted to escape in half.

He looked back and seemed to be able to see the stubborn and arrogant figure in the chaos. Only when it came to war, Imrik would never listen to anyone's ideas. Instead of letting him wait in the stands, it would be better to hope that Karl Franz could become the double chosen one like Magnus.

"It seems that our Phoenix King is a little itchy... Let me calculate, when was the last time the dwarves recorded him taking action?"

Tiemei struck the anvil of war hard, and a blazing flame wrapped in thunder gushed out from all around, burning the nearby guys into roasted mushrooms.

Hearing the High King's words, he also glanced back: "Not counting the trip to Nordland sixty years ago, it should be the war period with the Oathbreakers."

"The Dragon Lord hasn't taken action for a hundred years. Now it's the turn of humans to be shocked." Thorgrin shook his head. He agreed with Carl's implicit request and proposed to Imrik that he should stay in the rear. He just wanted to see the strength of Rick Territory.

If it is reliable, there is naturally no need for the elves to step in. However, if there is a problem, the heroes who have fought side by side in the Great Crusade will prove to the young emperor that strength is the proof of being king.

Thorgrin raised his hand and signaled Brockson to pass on the order: "Let the butcher retreat and tighten the line to leave a way for the elves to charge. Since the horn sound came from the ground, it means he is ready to go into battle himself."

"clear."

The horn sounded, proving only one thing: the Dragon Lord would go into battle personally.

Echoing the sound of the horn was the roar of a dragon coming from outside the canyon. Creon, who had been waiting for a long time, finally heard the call to war.

When the War Lords were dueling with the Greenskins and the Phoenix King had not yet shown up, the Flame Knight Captain completely scoffed at the Empire's demands and chose to ignore the requests for support many times.

Six giant dragons spread their wings in the darkness, like shadows emerging from the mountains, covering the chaos of the earth.

The Dragon Lord put down his horn, raised the Star Lance under his armpit, and aimed it at the greenskins hundreds of meters away. He was no longer his usual playful self, as if he had returned to the first years of fierce fighting, cold and ruthless.

"In the name of my great ancestor Caledor..." (End of this chapter)