Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

“It’s hard to understand…”

Imrick looked at the strange scene of chaos, faith and fanaticism in the corridor and shook his head and sighed, "If I had such a group of fanatics, I would train them into the best soldiers anyway."

In the hands of the Empire, the Conqueror is just a human shield to block tank shells. The thickness of the Conqueror's armor is not inferior to the walls of some small fortresses.

Tying up a group of human shields outside a fortress and calling it sacrifice is simply stupid.

"But it's worthy of respect, isn't it? Not everyone has the courage to be fearless in the face of death." With the help of Lao Mi's magic, Attila also clearly saw the situation in the corridor.

For the first time, she felt why the Empire could stand firm in the Old World with a group of second-rate warriors and third-rate magic, and why it had always been respected after two thousand years of suffering.

They have the most devout faith, which is the greatest courage...

"If you rely on external things to gain courage, it is nothing but a deception."

"But many see you as a sacrifice of courage... once in the name of the Dragon Lord, now in the name of the Phoenix King."

"These are two different things." Imrik answered stubbornly. Although in essence, there is not much difference between revering the Phoenix King and worshipping Sigmar... but there is still a little difference.

At least the Phoenix King can walk freely in the mortal world, but Sigmar can only stay in the toilet and play Landlord with the will of Nagash and the ancestral dragon tamers.

Atila chuckled slightly. She still couldn't change this habit. No matter when, as long as she thought something was wrong, it was definitely wrong without any reason.

"Then, my Majesty the Phoenix King, will you personally help rescue Karak Dreadnought?"

“I’m already helping.”

"Really? The harder you talk, the more I like it."

The two little guys seemed to have become one, which made Lao Mi shake his head speechlessly. It had been a long time since they last met. He had to worry about his face when there were outsiders present, but in front of him, the dragon seemed like air.

Although I don't want to interrupt this warm scene, Lao Mi still needs to give a reminder.

"Aidira, you have much time to spend with your lovely Phoenix King... but the dwarves are running out of time. Thorgrin is preparing to storm Karak Dreadfort."

"He's really anxious. There are still four days left." Atila pouted, looking a little unhappy. According to the plan, they must capture the Dreadnought Fort within three days. The High King has "less than" two days to convince the King of the Dreadnought Fort to give up his home.

Atila didn't know whether Tullinger would agree in two days, but what she knew was that if there were only two days, nothing could be done except evacuating the dwarves from the Dreadnought.

Suppose the High King was a little slower, and Turingen and the Council of Elders were a little more stubborn, then let the dwarves of Fearless Fort be buried with their home.

"As always, he was never a truly calm dwarf."

Imrik forcibly pulled his wife out of his arms and looked at the prince who was pouting like a little woman. He felt speechless for a moment. Why didn't I see this side of you before? You are an elf who is almost four hundred years old, but you are like a little girl.

"I'm leaving now. Mustache has helped a lot. I can't watch him do something stupid."

"Well, go ahead, I'll wait for you here..."

A light kiss symbolizes the wife's reluctance and support. She, as always, unconditionally supports her husband's decision, even if it will put him in crisis, but this is responsibility.

The illusory figure of the lizard was lying on the mountains not far away. The Venerable nodded lightly to Imrik, indicating that he would not let anyone threaten the mistress, and she could wait here quietly for the end of the war.

"Eltharion!"

With a loud shout, Stormwing flew out quickly. The Warlord stared at the anxious corridor, as if looking for a bloated body. The familiar monarch and minister nodded to each other. The decision had been made. Eltharion went straight to the direction where Karl Franz was. Perhaps today, the two most powerful griffins in Ulthuan and the Old World will fight side by side and create a legendary story.

And Imrik came to Lao Mi's back, without the support of the dragon saddle... Nowadays, it is becoming increasingly difficult to forge a dragon saddle that can fit Lao Mi. In the past two hundred years, the dragon has become larger than its original form.

"Let's go and meet our old friend."

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"Your Majesty, it's ready...but do we really want it?"

The captain of the Eternal Guard still remained a little hesitant about this secretive action.

According to the plan, all the dwarves except the butchers led by Agrim would join the final siege, but now the elite guards of Eternal Peak were led by the High King into a secret tunnel.

"We have no time..." At this moment, Thorgrim did not sit on the throne of power. He stood on the ground with the Eternal Guards, holding the Axe of Grimnir like a true warrior.

"I will ensure that the dwarves of Dreadnought Fort escape alive, even if it means sacrificing myself as a warning to those stubborn longbeards."

The captain wanted to say something, but the words in his heart fell to his lips and finally turned into bowing his head.

Only such a Supreme King can gain the respect and submission of the Sons of the Mountains. No Supreme King is afraid of responsibility. If they are to die, they will return to the temple of their ancestors in the most violent way.

"Little Mustache, you can't die yet...at least not yet."

"Imrick?"

The familiar voice made Thorgrin look towards the entrance of the tunnel. A thin figure, with a light illuminating the darkness, walked into the Eternal Guard.

The pairs of suicidal eyes and the extremely resolute beard made Imrik realize that these guys would definitely deliver the High King's order to Tullinger in the end.

You are so brave...

The Phoenix King stood with his arms folded, his expression somewhat sarcastic: "It took me a lot of effort to find you. Come on, I'll take you to the Dreadnought Fort."

The High King stopped the captain of the guard who was about to question him, and his eyes changed from confusion at first to clarity as if he gradually understood.

"The old way?"

"The old way, but the final result depends on you, unless you want me to kill Tullinger and replace him with an obedient King of Fearless Castle."

This cold joke did not provoke the Supreme King's reaction. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, thinking that the success rate of boarding with the help of the dragon might be higher...

But if the result is not satisfactory, taking the Phoenix King with you when you die seems to be a good choice.

Thorgrin was startled by the thought in his mind, but he quickly calmed down, whispered something in the captain's ear, and took off the Karaz Dragon Crown on his head.

But Imrick's words made him pause.

"I don't want to die outside the dwarven fortress. Wear your crown and don't bow your head. Fearless Fortress does not recognize the Phoenix Crown.

Find a way to say Fatullinger, I guarantee you can enter alive and leave alive. " (End of this chapter)