Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Pointy ears, back off!"

The furious roar made Eltharion immediately dodge to the side, and his mirror-like body gracefully avoided the incoming flames.

But this put Gollum, who was of such a large size, in a difficult position. The goblin warlord swung the axe clumsily and shouted "Damn you shorty!" Then he felt his hands shake and his whole body was in pain from the impact of the two axes.

Agrim, whose crown of Balag has turned into a flaming headband, wrestles with the big-bellied king Gollum with blazing eyes. His long flowing beard, which he was so proud of, has been dyed red with blood.

The Butcher King originally wanted to use the help of the elves to quickly find the Big Belly King and kill the greenskin warlord in an unmatched way among thousands of troops.

However, he didn't expect that the elves would trick him instead. The place where he threw the ball was far away from the Big Belly King, and he was surrounded by a group of orcs.

The Butcher King heard the fierce fighting coming from the south and the shrill bloodthirsty roars of the griffins throughout the day, and felt his anger becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

He fought alone for a whole day, dragging a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood to the Big Belly King, just to understand this hatred and settle the score with the pointy-eared war lord.

Gollum could obviously recognize the Flame Butcher in front of him. His expression was solemn. The name of the Butcher King was extremely famous among the greenskins, and he was definitely the most capable short guy.

But being able to fight will only inspire the greenskins' fighting spirit!

The sound of the axes clashing was even more magnificent and terrifying than the fight between Eltharion and Gollum just now. Agrim's fiery anger became material, and the huge axe of Dagor was swung with maximum force every time, fighting the Big Belly King head-on.

The Big Belly King was no less impressive, and many people speculated about the warlord's capabilities, ultimately concluding that as long as Agrim took action, everything would be fine.

But the fact is that there will always be monsters among the greenskins, including but not limited to the powerful waaagh that destroyed the Strig Empire and the orc warlord who defeated Abras head-on.

Although he has the body of a goblin, the power of the Big Belly King is in no way inferior to that of the most powerful orc.

The ground cracked with each unloading force, turning into pieces of prismatic gravel. What echoed in the ears was the irreconcilable hatred between the greenskins and the dwarves.

Compared to Eltharion, who wanted to test what the King of the Unborn knew about Aerith, Algrim's reaction was most representative of the dwarves.

Seeing that he could not gain an advantage by fighting with strength, Agrim took a step back, but he was not cautious in looking for flaws. The butcher lived for death, and he would never bring disgrace to the name of Balagu.

The Butcher King took a deep breath, and his body seemed to swell a little. The plate chain armor forged from meteorite iron could not cover his huge body, and the tail flame extending from the Crown of Balagu turned into substance.

With Dagor's axe raised high, just like Agrim's vow to never retreat, he stretched his legs and jumped towards the Big Belly King, like a comet hitting the ugly green-skinned meat ball.

Gollum swung his axe backwards, and seeing a comet approaching, he used inertia and the backward center of gravity of the axe to swing in a thick arc.

The clanging and roaring sound made Isharion want to cover his ears. It was obvious that the battle between Agrim and the Big Belly King would not be decided in a short time.

This greenskin was very strange, more...weird than any greenskin he had ever seen.

Almost immune to magic, his physical recovery speed is comparable to that of a troll, and his strength is comparable to that of a giant. If it weren't for his heavy body slowing him down, he would have been an invincible monster. Taking advantage of the breathing time given by Agrim, Eltharion quickly walked to the vicinity of Stormwing. If it weren't for the cover of his loyal companions, he would not have been able to fight Gollum for a whole day.

Under the blood-stained feathers were large patches of wounded flesh. The Storm Wings were originally white and beautiful head feathers, but now they had turned into a congested comb, and the leopard's skin was covered with clearly visible small wounds.

This made Isharion very sad. He mobilized his mental strength and performed the regeneration technique, which he was not very good at, for Stormwing. Although this would consume his already limited energy, it was all worth it.

While the spell was being cast, the despicable goblin who had been planning for a long time had already come behind the griffin with two swords in his hands. He jumped up with the two sharp poisoned blades and stabbed towards the back of Eltharion's neck.

Carmen's spear pierced into the despicable lurker's throat at an unpredictable angle. He shook off the corpse on his staff, stroked Stormwing's scarred fur, turned around and looked at the greenskins who were gradually surrounding him.

Under the Crown of Yvresse, the Watcher's expression did not change at all. Even though he was far away from his friendly forces, even though he was alone... and there was a dwarf next to him, he was still one of the most powerful warriors in Ulthuan.

Carmen pointed his spear at the ground, and the blood-stained fang sword came out again. He looked calmly at the endless green tide and slowly opened his lips.

"I am Eltharion, Warlord of Ulthuan, Warden of Yvresse Tower. In the name of the Phoenix King, you shall die by my sword!"

Eltharion guided the Spear of Carmen to release the power contained in his body. Many years ago, the divine magic system that he and his teacher had jointly studied had made some phased progress.

As the Watcher chosen by Radlily, he is very adept at applying divine magic, but the spells of the Goddess of Mist are often useless... He would rather use magic bombing.

But at this time, some small tricks become very useful.

The gray mist gradually dissipated from under Eltharion's feet and, guided by Carmen's spear, remained within a range of thirty meters.

A layer of structured and invisible fog enveloped Eltharion and Stormwing, which meant that the environment changed from the greenskins' home ground to the watchers' hunting ground.

The screams and bloodthirsty roars showed that Eltharion and Stormwing were ready to solve the problem in a way that was unique to the elves.

Although he didn't know how the war lord, who was more like a berserker than a mage, did it, Agrim was not interested in paying attention.

The Butcher King devoted himself to the fight with the Big Belly King. After only a short confrontation, he realized that this was a greenskin worth killing with all his strength.

The Big Belly King's reaction was to snatch a few pieces of fresh meat from the Fart Spirit and chew them viciously to replenish his empty stomach. His arm, which was seriously injured by Agrim's blow, recovered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye as the food was replenished.

The Butcher King imitated his old friend's whirlwind and quickly eliminated the greenskins that Eltharion had missed. Seeing the Big Belly King who was not tired at all after a whole day of fighting, he licked his lips excitedly.

"Grimnir, you will be the sacrifice of Karak Kadrin to the God of War this year. May your death make the reckoning of the mountains more fierce!"

The Butcher King no longer hesitated and awakened the wind of fire in his body. He did not want to rely on some... weird things to achieve victory, which would interfere with his search for a glorious death.

But for the butcher, what is more important than seeking death is to settle hatred!
The butcher, who turned into a burning man, once again faced the stupid but terrifying goblin warlord. The battle would only end when one side died. (End of this chapter)