Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The mountain shook violently, and with several thunder-like sounds, it became real.

Cracks suddenly appeared from the ground, turning into an abyss that swallowed everything and forcefully intervened in the war in the form of a natural disaster.

The devout army that had already entered the venue, after swallowing up a large number of Whippers in the rift ahead, these fanatical religious believers now showed signs of being difficult to manage, and they all prostrated themselves on the ground, begging for Sigmar's forgiveness.

This change startled Elspeth. Looking at the mountain collapsing suddenly and the canyon beginning to break apart, he didn't know how to react for a moment.

Grand Master Amethyst was keenly aware of the strong evil aura in the cracks, as if an insidious underground evil god was laughing sneerfully at mortals.

The boys suffered heavy losses, as the sudden collapse of the ground made a large number of people vanish into thin air. They wailed and stretched their hands to the sky, or hung on to the rock walls with their powerless hands. In the end, as the mountain shook more violently, everything turned into nothing.

The same was true for humans. They were surprised by this sudden change, and a large number of people fell into the bottomless abyss along with the greenskins.

The only thing to be thankful for is probably the high level of human organization. With the emperor's roars and the empire's captain setting an example by standing in front and turning the front line into a strange shape that was probably five meters high, everyone began to evacuate to the rear.

Carl did not choose to board the Death Claw that came for reinforcements. He threw several seriously injured soldiers onto the back of the griffin, tore off his cloak into strips and tied them up tightly, and spoke hysterically to the panicked crowd.

"Tighten your formation! Evacuate to the rear in an orderly manner! I will face the natural disaster with you!"

Panic is a kind of herd mentality. The emperor's passionate voice and the ever-calm Rick Guards standing beside him made the soldiers in the earthquake seem to have grasped the backbone.

In order to make the soldiers safer when evacuating, the emperor personally led the Reik Guard back to the front line, regardless of the earth still being torn apart. The shining Dragonfang Sword was as dazzling as himself, and he protected every son of the empire with absolute iron will.

The evil moon began to laugh grimly, and a trace of deep aura emerged from the abyss of the rift, as if delaying the people's evacuation...

"Damn it, Sigmar, protect us! Keep us safe from evil!"

Ludwig used his sword to cut off the strange aura wrapped around his ankle. As a champion swordsman who had led troops to encircle and suppress the beastmen in Duncanwald Forest many times, he was very familiar with what would happen next.

The stones will turn into lumps of juicy meat, and the humans who fall into the abyss will quickly grow tentacles and claws, climb back from underground to the mortal world, and share the pain they have experienced.

Ludwig couldn't judge whether Sigma would respond, but there were always some strange guys who would save the situation at critical moments.

A huge black dragon that obscured the light of the evil moon suddenly flew over the top of the canyon and spewed flames that were powerful enough to burn everything into the abyss cracks that were filled with the breath of the evil moon.

The shadowy tentacles gradually disappeared after being burned by the tarsal maggots' flames, giving the retreating people some breathing space. However, the continuous shaking of the mountain might not be able to completely sink Karak Dreadnought, but it was enough to kill everyone on the spot.

"Oh... Damn it, how long has it been since I saw such a big scene?" Carol laughed as he faced the crack at the horse's feet. Looking inside, he found only endless darkness. This was obviously not a naturally occurring earthquake.

Rather than a game of mortals, it is more like an amusement park for gods.

"This reminds me of Clarkalond... You know, after seeing it sink into the underground sea with my own eyes, I was so happy that I didn't sleep for three days." Curtis also expressed his happiness. With a good horse by his side and a giant dragon in the sky to rescue him at any time, the elf was not panicked at all.

Carol looked up at Minasnir, who was still using flames and magic to save the situation a hundred meters above the ground. He knew that His Majesty was preparing to recover the losses. He turned his head and looked at the gray mountains that hid infinite shadows. "But... Lord Slan should take action. Only they can stop the further spread of the earthquake."

"It should be soon. This reminds me of something interesting..." Curtis smiled mysteriously, pointing at the dwarves retreating in an orderly manner not far away and muttered in a low voice.

"I heard from His Majesty that after the Battle of Longbeard, the devastating earthquake that caused the Dark Ages was caused by Shilan's dream in which he thought that the structure of the continent was not right, and he sent a great gift to the dwarves across the vast ocean...

It's really interesting to think about it. Those dwarves are grateful to the Lizardmen, but they don't know that the Slann killed as many dwarves as the elves and greenskins. "

Carol's eyes lit up, and he also whispered, "We can talk about this secretly later... Now, let's send Atila away first."

"Ah."

The royal guards began to perform their duties. The Flame Knights in the sky did not care about the lives of humans. They just let the dragon breathe a few times as support to avoid being bothered later.

Etila is the wife of the Phoenix King and a member of the royal family of Caledor. Saving the princess is more important than saving humans.

Attila's expression was also extremely serious. The three people who had been struggling with the Big Belly King for a long time and failed to defeat him, now that the earthquake was coming, had only two choices left.

Betting on how long Gollum will last taking drugs, and continuing to drag it out at the risk of danger, now that the green-skinned guys are gone, it's only a matter of time.

The other option is to leave... But Agrim doesn't want to give up. He personally participated in the Great Crusade and even joined the Cursed City Operation, which could be called a suicidal operation. He will never be afraid of a small natural disaster.

The Butcher King, whose chest was covered with several scars so deep that bones could be seen, stood on a rock that had risen up due to the earthquake. He had no time to worry about how many people his side had lost, and his fiery face was still full of fighting spirit.

He leaned forward and took a roaring stance: "Greenskin, continue our fight! Nothing can stop me from killing you!"

Atila... hung on the rock wall with her sword, and there was an endless dark abyss below her, but she did not panic. She frowned and looked straight at the Butcher King who still wanted to fight.

This idiot is just like Damian. He doesn't care about anything else when he gets angry.

An iron chain that passed by her side was successfully caught by Atila. She nodded to thank Creon who came to catch her, and then said in an unquestionable tone.

"Separate Gollum and Agrim. We need to take the dwarves away."

"Maybe he would rather die here..."

Having said that, Creon still carried out the order. The Star Dragon flew across the sky above the dwarves and goblins, and an extremely hot purple-red flame obscured the vision of both sides.

Atila took advantage of the situation and grabbed Agrim's dirty cloak as a symbol of the end of this natural disaster. (End of this chapter)