Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Agrim, I'm here to help you!"

The high and familiar voice made Agrim look dazed, as if he had heard Grimnir's call.

The Big Belly King seized the opportunity and took advantage of the dwarf's distraction to give the Butcher King a fierce blow in the chest and abdomen.

The injury had not yet shown any obvious effects while the Butcher King was gritting his teeth and holding on, but he had already looked behind the Big Belly King.

In the extremely noisy battlefield, the dwarf clearly saw the knight on the horse, who was charging among the greenskins as if he was taking a picnic. No boy could withstand the attack of a shot.

"Damn it...I have to hurry up."

Agrim didn't know whether Imrik had martial ethics or not. Perhaps in the eyes of the Phoenix King, piercing the head of the Big Belly King with a bullet was the best fate for the greenskins.

As for whether the lance pierced the eye socket or the back of the head, it was meaningless to Agrim. A big-bellied king was beaten by three people in turn, and he would not be ashamed to complain even if he won.

Agrim spat a mouthful of blood onto the face of the Big Belly King. This move, which was highly humiliating, only made the greenskin warlord even more furious. He no longer cared about the elves that were about to attack him. He growled "waaagh" and started fighting again.

Compared to the intense situation at Agrim's place, Imrik's place was a bit chaotic. Although he shouted loudly that Agrim's support had arrived, the actual support was only a Phoenix King and a dozen human boys.

The Star Lance burst out with light, and the tip of the lance shone like a star dragon dancing wildly in the night sky, forcing the green-skinned boys who were afraid of being killed to dare not approach, and questioned in a low voice.

"This pointy-eared bean sprout looks like the dragon lord that broke into the Pillar City... why don't we run away first?"

"I think so too. I'll have a serious fight with him next time."

There are many such suspicions. After many battles in the Badlands, the dragon banner has become famous among the greenskins. Greenskins all over the world know that the pointed ears of the redskin armor are particularly good at fighting, and their boss is particularly waaaagh.

This gave the support team a chance to catch their breath... mainly the team led by Derrick. They had used up all the explosives they carried. If the Phoenix King had arrived a few seconds later, they would have all been killed.

Derrick stood covered in blood, leaning his back against the Phoenix King's saddle, and said in a deep voice: "My majesty, you don't need to care about our lives. You should kill the Big Belly King to destroy the morale of the greenskins. This is why Boss Mok led us to sprint."

Imrick nodded and looked around at the humans who were still standing. They were covered in wounds, but still held their weapons tightly and stood straight, their eyes full of determination to sacrifice.

"How many more of you are there?"

"Twelve brothers."

"Very good, this is very good." Imrik kept nodding, his eyes full of admiration. He never looked at the courage of soldiers from a utilitarian perspective. Mok's team gave great encouragement to the coalition forces. Even though a group of people knew that there was death ahead, they still charged forward.

"In the name of the Phoenix King, I grant you twelve the title of Karak Dreadnought Fort Breach Warriors."

The Star Lance tapped lightly on Mok's shoulder, which made the soldier, who was originally in a heavy mood, suddenly feel a little relieved.

This at least shows that their sacrifice will never be forgotten.

"I will do my best to dedicate victory to Sigmar and your Majesties."

"Courage is worth rewarding, but sacrifice is not worth encouraging. Sigma still needs your strength, my brave warriors..."

As Imrik put his fingers together and placed them beside his mouth, he whistled softly, and the Flame Knights who were protecting the Phoenix King from above immediately made the dragon swoop down to the ground.

With the dragon lord as the center, six orderly crisscrossing flame paths emerged from the breath, burning mushroom meat and blackening the ground, easily wiping out the lives of hundreds of greenskins.

The sharp claws fell, and the proud and beautiful body of Yaoxing Dragon shook the earth. The wings flapped vigorously, and the long and powerful tail swung out to prevent any enemy from approaching. The guard captain raised his dragon spear and stared at the dragon lord under him together with Yaoxing Dragon.

"Your Majesty, what can I tell you?"

Imrick pointed at the human boys who seemed a little bewildered after the dragon landed.

"Creon, retreat with these soldiers. We cannot let the sacrifice become...too common."

Although the dragon would have saved more people if it had stayed on the scene, Creon did not refute the monarch's idea.

Since Your Majesty likes these guys, then take them away. As for those humans and dwarfs who died because the dragon left for a short time, what does that have to do with the elves? They can only blame it on their lack of strength.

"Yes." Creon nodded and threw out two thin iron chains from the dragon saddle.

Among the preparatory tasks for each dragon prince, there is the duty of the battlefield rescue team. Compared with the habit of treating elves from other kingdoms as cannon fodder, the proud Caledor elves cherish the lives of their compatriots...

Of course, this may also be related to the palace’s performance appraisal. Whoever can save more people can obtain more promotion qualifications.

The iron chain carried by the captain of the Flame Knights was naturally not an ordinary item. Mok called on his brothers to pull it quickly, leaning against the dragon's palm, feeling the hot scales that seemed to be able to burn the skin.

He wanted to use his hands to hold the gaps in the scales to keep his body more stable, but he didn't expect that Creon's awareness of guarding against humans was far superior to that of the greenskins, and he scolded him coldly.

"Human, don't touch my companions with your dirty body! These two magic iron chains can definitely take you to a safe place!"

With the silent laughter of the Star Dragon and Imrik, the Warriors of the Formation were temporarily safe. This was probably the only time that the humans escorted by the Caledor Royal Guards would be safe.

But even though the dragon left, the number of greenskins did not decrease at all. After hesitating for a while and realizing that the dragon above their heads had stopped breathing, the guys still plucked up the courage to approach the boss with pointy ears. Killing him would prove that we are the waaaaghest boss!

Unexpectedly, although the dragon left, an uninvited guest came.

The fog gradually enveloped Imrik's figure. Eltharion expanded the range of the spell and stopped covering Agrim. After hearing the words "I'm here to help you", he rushed towards the Phoenix King without stopping.

"You shouldn't be here!"

Eltharion's low warning quickly emerged after the fang sword pierced the back of a boy's head. The watcher standing in the mist was like the toughest guard, protecting the Phoenix King.

"My warlord, it is too late to say this... How long has it been since we last fought together? Stop the endless military meetings in the royal court and have a long-lasting slaughter."

Eltharion wanted to say a few more words, but finally compromised. He shook his head and looked at the fang sword and Carmen spear in his hands: "Perhaps you should revoke the position of war lord and let me be a warrior in peace."

"That won't do. Without you, I'll have to see a lot of ugly faces..."

There was the sound of combat boots hitting the ground, and as a golden spear slowly emerged, the despised Mortelius had been teleported to a safe area by Lao Mi.

The Phoenix King now longs for a battle alongside his old friend.

"Then..." Eltharion was silent for a while, then turned around suddenly, cut off the head of the green-skinned boy wandering in the fog with the fang sword in his right hand, and stabbed another enemy's abdomen with the Carmen spear in his left hand. The wings of the Helmet of Iris fluttered in the wind.

"Then come on!" (End of this chapter)