Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"How much longer?"

"There are still two days until the Phoenix King says that the ship will completely sink..."

Kurt's words made Carl suffocate. If he had been given a little more time to prepare, to prepare more ammunition, to summon more combat priests, and more...

The runes on the surface of the Dragon Tooth Sword have lost their luster. The weapon forged by the Mad Blacksmith ultimately failed to break through that barrier and could not bear the weight of an empire.

After a long period of fighting, it must be maintained before it can return to its tough state.

Gail Maraz...At this moment, Carl was so eager to hold that artifact in his hands.

"Where is Warlord Eltharion?"

"Still fighting with the Big Belly King. His strength and courage make us feel awe." Kurt felt the determination of the elven warrior for the first time from the bottom of his heart. When the Big Belly King appeared, the Watcher declared the ownership of Gollum's Head in an almost arbitrary manner.

The goblin warlord could chop the Reik's guards into human sticks with just one axe, and a few swings would kill dozens of people, but Eltharion still fought with Stormwing despite the greenskin's strange power.

And judging from the situation, it seems that he is not far away from beheading the greenskin warrior...

Carl nodded, not denying the marshal's praise for the elf.

"The Empire needs to have a deeper understanding of the elves. We have focused all our attention on Caledor in the past, but we didn't expect that the warriors of other kingdoms are just as capable."

"Your Majesty, we have made contact with the Dreadnought Fort! A group of Hammer Warriors are escorting women and children to break out!"

Rick's guards' joyful call lifted Carl's spirits. He tightly grasped the Dragon Tooth Sword, as if he felt the dawn of victory.

"Let the artillery of the Pious Legion pay attention to the movements of the Dreadnought Dwarves and make sure not to accidentally hurt our ancient allies... The Rick Guards are ready to engage in battle again!"

"Yes!"

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"What should I call you, Fly Eater?"

Atila sat on the cold stone. After watching the live battlefield for a whole day, she inevitably wanted to find someone to talk to.

Although the guy next to her was not a human, nor an elf or a dragon, she had already gotten used to having a bunch of strange-looking "pets" at home.

The lizard spoke in a calm tone. His huge body should have made his words sound like thunder, but at this moment his voice was as weak as that of an ordinary person.

“This is an inside joke… The years have passed by mercilessly and I have forgotten my original name. Many memories have been lost in the endless waves of the Hall of Illusions.

When I woke up, time calmed down and fell into a moment of silence. A tear like raindrops slowly dissolved above my head, and Lustria was peaceful..."

The corner of Atila's mouth curled up. She didn't expect that this lizard was quite literary and knew how to use rhetoric to describe the process of awakening, instead of just saying like Shi Lan that your cerebellum is underdeveloped and can't be understood at all.

"Which ancient saint gave you the gift? I heard from Imrik that you seemed to live at the dawn of creation... But the elves have never made a definite guess about the time period of the dawn of creation, and Minasnir seems unwilling to narrate this history."

"Of course he doesn't want to. This involves a lot of things... that hot-bloods shouldn't know."

"Then how did Imrick know?"

The Venerable remained silent in response. An ancient saint once taught him that if a question was difficult to answer, he should change the subject. If it was really difficult to change the subject, he should not answer it.

"Your husband may have known it through Asuryan. It is not surprising that he is an ancient god and knows the Dawn of Creation." "But he seems to have known about the Dawn of Creation before he became the Phoenix King."

"It may also be through the revelation of Caledor Dragon Tamer. No one knows how profound the wisdom of this most powerful elven wizard in history is."

"Can……"

"Look, the dwarves are coming out."

The Venerable pointed forward, reminding the hot-blooded women who were looking for fun out of boredom to divert their attention.

Sure enough, after this pointing, Attila immediately looked towards the distant mountain fortress. The dwarves, who were originally struggling with the greenskins for the gap in the peak gate, had changed their tactics and gave up the emergency repairs.

The Hammer Warriors, wearing meteorite plate armor with rune halos flashing, advanced toward the periphery step by step, protecting the "fragile" women and children in the center with an indomitable attitude.

"Your Excellency...Imrik asked you to keep an eye on me, right?"

"It's protection. Watch your words, hot-blooded woman."

How could the Venerable not see what this elf girl was thinking? She must be too bored watching from the sidelines, so she wanted to go down and give it a try.

"How about?" Atila's expectant eyes fully demonstrated that she wanted to fight "side by side" with the Devil Lizard. Although there was no chariot that Terenlock was most proud of here, who could refuse a giant ancient creature that could crush the enemy into minced meat?

"I am not Kukulza. I have no reason to fight alongside you."

The Venerable refused without hesitation. He was a noble ancient lizard, on the same level as the Dragon Emperor in terms of seniority. How could he let an elf girl sit on his head?

"You have three minutes to think about it. This is my bottom line."

After saying this, Atila quickly dug out the light armor she carried with her, took off her bulky fur coat, picked up the longbow and drew it once.

Over the years, she has advocated for the restoration of the glorious traditions of the elves, such as vigorously supporting the revival of archery or chariot driving competitions.

The princess is an expert archer, or it can be said that every elf is a natural archer. Even the blind Val can shoot arrows fluently.

Though not as skilled as the Maidens of Avelorn, she is still a skilled archer in western Ulthuan, capable of hitting the great carrion-feeding herons of the Dusk Sea.

But it will take some time to reach the level of Shadow King's humanoid crossbow...

The Venerable was half dead, and was originally in the gray area between life and death. He was far less obsessed with bloody battles than his younger compatriots. If it were not for the call of Lord Kroka, relying on a few second-generation Slann, he would never leave the Hall of Illusion.

"I am not your pet dragon..."

"Really?" Atila nodded in confusion, then jumped and fell to the bottom from the thousand-meter cliff.

"This elf girl is really crazy."

After shaking his head and sighing, the Venerable One passed through the extremely solid rocks, like a majestic shadow flying in the sky, and easily caught the falling Atila.

"Just this once, troublesome hot-blood."

"I'm looking forward to your performance. You can't be weaker than Kukulza, right?" Atila grabbed the gap between the scales of the lizard. Only by personal contact with the giant beast could he feel how huge this terrifying creature is. Just one scale was as big as an adult.

The Venerable did not respond. He controlled the wind of magic, moving like a ghost across the sky, and transformed into a mountain that pressed down, smashing heavily below. (End of this chapter)