Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"I don't like alarmist rhetoric, Imrik."

"I feel the same way, but if you die, it will have a great impact on the situation in the Old World... Besides, given our friendship, it seems a bit awkward for me to watch you die."

When Thorgrin followed Imrik's gaze and looked to his side, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine and his pupils trembled as if there was an earthquake. He could not remember the last time he had this feeling.

After being crowned the High Queen, he experienced many difficult battles, but he was always supported by elite dwarf warriors, and the real life-and-death struggle was very far away from him.

In the wasteland outside Dulong City, there are Norse hunters hiding in the glacial gullies!

The High King suddenly remembered the scene of escaping death. The warrior's blood awakened his long-dormant body, but it seemed to be a step too late.

The chaotic green blades scraped hundreds of marks on the ground. The strange runes with the evil power of the ratmen made the dwarf's body unable to move for a while. All Thorgrin could see with his naked eyes was a thin body with a sneaky darkness and the deadly warpstone Tear Sword...

Not only Thorgrim, but also Turinger and a group of long-bearded elders were also facing assassination. These assassins who emerged from the shadows did not know where they came from or how they entered the ancestral hall protected by the Valaya runes. Thick smoke bombs containing highly toxic substances went off one after another, making the hall completely invisible.

"Little mustache, don't be too nervous..."

Thorgrim, who was grabbed by the collar of Skedur's armor, narrowly avoided the fatal attack by brushing his body against the Dimensional Stone Tear Sword. One blade was aimed at his neck, while the other was aimed at his heart. The tail blade hidden in the darkest place was his eye socket.

In the confusion of his vision, the dwarf only heard two clanging sounds, which must have been Imrik who had blocked the assassin's continuous attacks.

The raging flames spread in all directions like waves of lava. In the area centered on the Phoenix King, the poisonous smoke disappeared at a very fast speed. Asuryan's gaze of cold will made all the rats unable to move for a moment, making it difficult for them to escape into the shadows.

In just a few seconds of chaos, the Dreadnought Fort had lost many elders. Except for Tullinger, who was given special attention by Imrik and had no injuries, all the surviving dwarves were seriously injured.

"Damn it!" Thorgrin, who was being held by the collar, was filled with endless anger. This act of rushing directly into the ancestral hall was the greatest blasphemy to the dwarves. The smoke obscured the faces of the ancestors, and the blade stained the sacred stone bricks!

"Calm down, these assassins are not simple."

The assassins, whose bodies were mostly covered with black masks, stood in orderly rows throughout the hall, forming a formation that could support each other. The bloody Tearful Swords showed that they would not attack easily, but if they did, it would certainly bring death.

The thirteen assassins were like a sharp blade hanging at the dwarf's throat.

Thorgrin tilted his head, thinking that Imrik would look frivolous when he said this, but he did not expect the elf to be so serious, with a look full of murderous intent.

"Sixteen years ago, I received a report about a sentry tower in the Southern Kingdom. All the hundred soldiers stationed there were killed, but the murderer has not been found yet... Perhaps I can avenge them today?"

Release Thorgrin, Imrik took out another sword that symbolized sacred orthodoxy. The pure and empty light gradually dissipated as the sword was pulled out. He was really angry. These rats always liked to do sneaky things, which were even more disgusting than Druzy.

"There's a change of plan, pointy-eared Phoenix King, retreat, retreat!"

It was not the sound made by the thirteen rats present, but it made Imrick's smile even colder. Master of Death?

Let's see if a rat-like death messenger like you can kill the elven dragon lord.

Without explaining anything to Thorgrim, Imrick ran directly towards the direction where Black Thirteen retreated. His extremely fast speed did not give the rats any chance. The two rats who left through the cracks in the main gate had already become sacrifices for the cold holy fire. Tullinger looked at the chaotic ancestral hall and fell into despair for a moment. Longbeard had already suffered heavy losses in resisting the greenskin attack, and now several important clan leaders had died in the Elder Council. Could it be that the Dreadnought Fortress...

With a blow of his fist, Thorgrin hit the King of Fearless Fort in the face, and abandoned all the red tape, shouting at the top of his lungs, demanding that Thuringer must do something.

"Gronni's Hammer, did your father leave the mountain fort in your hands, just to wait for death here?! Thuring, you must shoulder the responsibility of the King of the Dreadnought and lead your people out of this tomb.

Whoever causes his homeland to sink will have his homeland buried with him. The dwarves must settle all hatreds with blood and gold, not with daze and despair!"

Two more powerful punches hit Thuringer's cheeks, but this reminder made him suddenly realize that there were still more than 100,000 people staying in the mountain fortress...

He grasped the fist that the High King was about to hit him with again, his cloudy eyes turned into determination: "The dwarves will not surrender. Even if all the sons of the Dreadnought shave their heads and swear an oath, I will kill all the ratmen!"

The Hammer Guards rushed over and saw two kings seemingly fighting and corpses lying all over the hall. They were shocked beyond words.

They were just about to collect the bodies and send these long-bearded men who died unjustly to the grave forever, to sleep with their ancestors.

"Angk, open the ancestral treasury, replace all the usable items with the clan warriors, and take out the most precious rune treasures! Prepare to break out!"

The captain of the Hammer Guard stayed where he was. This...

"No time for nonsense. Prioritize women and children, use the Hammer Warriors as the vanguard, and send them away first!"

"Thorgrin, how much time do we have?"

"Less than three days."

"Three days, very good, very good..."

Tulinger nodded with a gesture that contained countless sadness, but it instantly turned into determination.

He ordered everyone to pick up all the items immediately within half a day, discard all the treasures that were difficult to transport, and resolutely go to the Warriors' Hall to summon the warriors of the Dreadnought Fort to make a final effort.

Tullinger's back was firm and sad at the same time. Thorgrin had seen similar figures before. They appeared countless times in the history of the dwarves, such as Rune, Erickson...

The High King could only hope that everything went well in his heart. He still had three days left, and after convincing Tullinger, he had to use his words and fists to get all the clans to agree to leave.

This process is definitely tortuous, but it is also necessary...

After this time, the rats must be regarded as the biggest threat. They are far more planned than the greenskins, and there will inevitably be more conspiracies behind every step they take.

If an assassin can easily step into the hall guarded by Valaya runes, it means that... all mountain forts are threatened, and the heads of all kings depend on when the Skaven demons come to take them. (End of this chapter)