Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"What should we do? Let's kill him together?"

Agrim's expression was solemn, just like the Big Belly King's skin suddenly turning black. After the Butcher King calmed down a little, he suddenly realized that it might be difficult to kill Gollum quickly by himself.

It is naturally best to have a helper. Of course... if there are more, the brave dwarves will not mind. To argue with the greenskins about martial ethics would be a betrayal of their compatriots who died in vain.

Imrik naturally did not look relaxed. After he watched the Big Belly King eat the strange piece of meat, a powerful will seemed to descend upon the battlefield.

Cunning and fierce, fierce and cunning...

What the hell?
The Phoenix King casually responded to the butcher's words, his attention completely focused on the distant place where the collective consciousness seemed to be converging...

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave now... Etila and Eltharion will help you get rid of Gollum."

"What?" Agrim looked incredulous, he turned around and looked at the Phoenix King who had already sheathed his sword. "You suddenly ran away in the middle of a fight, how could you be so deceiving?"

Maybe he really has something to do... Damn it, I'll kill Gollum first, and then kill the pointed ears that are a dwarf's culprit!

Action is faster than thinking, this is Agrim's way, and it is also Atila's impression of him. When passing by Imrik, the princess saw her husband's solemn expression and his steps away from the center of the battlefield. She just nodded slightly to indicate that there was no need to worry and to do your own thing.

Imrik naturally felt a little comforted by his wife's behavior. He ignored the chaotic battle situation and gently hugged Atila's body in the bloody fighting scene, saying with a mysterious expression.

"Maybe when this is over, we can take a long-awaited short trip?"

"That will have to wait until you've dealt with the summit." Attila rolled her eyes at her husband, then gently wiped the blood off the familiar face and said softly, "Go, do what you should do... but don't forget, your family is waiting for you in Ulthuan.

They can’t lose their father and grandfather, and neither can I…”

"Atila, hurry up and return to Ulthuan. No one will urge you to say sweet words, but everyone is in a hurry now." Istharion's emotional intelligence has never been very high. As long as it interferes with the normal operation of things, he will definitely interrupt.

"Warlord, I suggest that you reflect on why so many people say you are inhumane!"

Atila's gnashing of teeth finally ended as the couple separated, and she and Eltharion helped Agrim together...

But even with the help of the two elves, it was difficult for Agrim to determine the winner. The Butcher King, who was already somewhat exhausted, had become extremely tired physically and mentally after a whole day of fierce fighting.

Dwarves are beaten, but that doesn't mean that after being tempered over and over again, they will only become hard. Another possibility is that they will become more brittle.

The battle here will continue for a long time, but the battles in other places have never stopped. Carol, the Flame Knight who is in charge of the guard on behalf of the Phoenix King, saw a vague and ethereal red figure flash before his eyes.

The figure ruthlessly took the life of a greenskin, only glanced at the Flame Knight, and continued to hold the lance under his armpit, continuing to kill with his equally illusory blood brother.

"That's, my ancestor... Cahill?"

Carol was so shocked that she almost forgot where she was for a moment. She stared blankly at the figure gradually disappearing in the tide of greenskins.

"Don't be in a daze! Even if your ancestors were here, you have to kill the greenskins honestly!"

The roar of his colleagues only made Carol feel an inexplicable sadness... and joy.

It is certainly not a happy thing to see the spirit of a dead hero reappear, but if it reappears in the name of Asuryan, then it is sacred and inviolable.

Besides, that was his blood ancestor, the Dragon Prince, who was famous for his handsomeness and loyalty. How could he live up to his glorious past? Carol raised the flag and was determined to prove that he had never lived up to his ancestors' expectations. He must prove in this battle what it means to be a servant of the Dragon Lord.

"Where's Kuran?"

"There is still some distance to go. Suddenly, a group of goblins appeared in the middle. The Black Guards are trying their best to cooperate with the Wild Riders to encircle and suppress them."

Carol didn't dare to think deeply about how long a distance was... He had an impulsive idea to follow the monarch's footsteps, put aside those cumbersome tactics, and just move forward.

The Phoenix flag suppressed the restless heart of the Flame Knight, and the cold light shone on the raised arms. In front of Asuryan, no one would be affected by emotions, and rational and absolute will would dominate the world.

"Fight where you are and wait for the team behind you!"

Carol gave an order and forcibly restrained the Flame Knight's desire for victory. Perhaps a round of killing would make the Caledor Royal Guard famous throughout the world, but victory was never determined by the amount of honor.

If the guards suffered heavy losses, they would inevitably be criticized.

……

"Where are the elves?"

Elspeth stroked the staff that had been with him for a long time. This item, which was born in the land of death, was very mysterious. It was brought by the Crimson Dragon from the other side of the World's Edge Mountains...

The staff with a dragon bone handle gathers the powerful aura that is difficult to dissipate after the death of a dragon. The obsidian from Nehekhara on the top can make the Amethyst Master's spells even more powerful.

"They have fought their way out... It looks like they are preparing to support the High King and allow the dwarves to move freely."

"It's a choice that really fits their habits." Elspeth was naturally willing to believe that the elves trusted the dwarves more than the empire.

The relationship between the elves and the Empire is pretty good, but they seldom experience large-scale battles together. The few sporadic Chaos invasions were nothing more than the elves providing support, and the end result was extremely gratifying. The Yankees are somewhat overly dependent on the elves' support.

But it's different in Wiesen County. The Elector Countess, who owns the most powerful industrial base in the empire, has the most powerful war machine... which is not inferior to the powerful army of Rick County.

"Tell Kurt to wait a moment. The Pious Legion is preparing to enter."

The attendant looked embarrassed: "Grand Master, Marshal Kurt's order is very urgent... The people of Rick County urgently need to see the emperor."

"But the people of Wissen are also eager for victory and Sigmar's favor."

With a wave of his hand, Elspeth quickly disappeared from the spot. The scarlet dragon that had been waiting for a long time, exuding the immortal breath of death, came to the sky belonging to the empire.

The cold expression of Grand Master Amethyst was as deep and unyielding as death. His voice, amplified by magic, fully demonstrated the confidence of Lord Wisen.

"In the name of Warhammer, for Sigmar and the Imperium, the Sons of Magnus march!"

The ragged Whippers gathered around the three Conquerors in an unpredictable movement trajectory, forming a coordinated infantry and tank formation.

These human cannon fodders will serve as cover for the truly elite armored troops in the rear, achieving the sacrifice they desire... I just hope that a few bullets won't land on the back of the fanatics' heads. (End of this chapter)