Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Creon, we suffered heavy losses!"

"Hold on a little longer, damned human-monkey!"

The Flame Knight gritted his teeth. God knew why a group of night goblins would attack a dragon and even dare to throw feces on the dragon armor that the greenskins were so terrified of. It was so disgusting.

But he couldn't move even a step because of his psychological aversion, because this was the location of the most important firepower group for humans. Those manpower-carrying flamethrowers, large-caliber hand cannons, and even the monkey version of the Troll Hammer rocket launcher were all concentrated here.

The captain of the guard watched as the Phoenix Guards rushed into the gap in the peak gate, supporting the elven monarch with endless honor. He also saw the White Lion Guards and the Black Guards meet the dwarves as they left, proving with practical actions that the elves were countless times stronger than the dwarves.

And he can only stay in this broken...

The sudden commotion caused by the falling meteorites once again caused serious damage to the mountain of Karak Dreadnought. The heavy firepower team, which had been in a terrible state under the attack of the Night Goblins, was surprised to find that the threat had been lifted. However, no one knew whether the huge shadow beside them would be another huge threat.

Seeing the Devil Lizard made Creon feel relieved. Although it was not a dragon, it was at least a half ally and at least not on the side of the greenskins.

But the next voice made him angry again.

"Crion, hurry up and get into the Dreadnought Fort. Imrik may be in danger."

Attila?
Creon looked at the back of the lizard in confusion, only to find an ant-like figure pulling a bow and arrow to cooperate with the giant beast to kill some key enemies.

"But my mission is..."

"Which is more important, the mission or your Majesty?"

This is not an option. Creon suddenly felt a little relieved. Since Atila brought the terrifying lizards to block the attacking night goblins, it means that there is no problem at all.

"I will escort His Majesty safely out of Karak Dreadnought."

"Yes, but that includes you. I don't want any less Flameborn Knights when we return to Ulthuan. We want every Asur who wants to go home... to go home."

"Your will."

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"Your Majesty, the Flame Knights are attacking the Dreadnought Castle."

It was bad, but not unexpected news, and Carl's brows were relieved a little. Although the Flame Knight abandoned the heavy firepower team and ran away, at least he left behind a giant lizard, so it was not considered a change of mind at the last minute.

Moreover, the elves' inexplicable fierce charge on the Dreadnought Fort also reduced a lot of pressure on the Empire. It is no exaggeration to say that the Phoenix King's guards alone attracted a quarter of the greenskins' attention, but they totaled less than a thousand people...

Is the combat power ratio so exaggerated?

Carl couldn't help but think in his mind, if the Rick Guards fought with any of the Elven Guards, how much a painful price would they have to pay to get close to the Phoenix King.

What a huge price would it cost to drag the Dragon Lord from the sky he dominated to the range of artillery.

The emperor shook his head, thinking that all this would take time to prove, but the empire did not need to regard the elves as potential enemies now. As long as the dragon lord sat on the throne, the oath with Magnus would not disappear.

"Where's the Big Belly King?"

"He was chopped off his limbs and dragged into the sky by Eltharion, apparently intending to kill him by dropping him to the ground."

The terrifying regenerative ability is even more terrifying than that of the troll. This is the Big Belly King.

Asuryan's rage made the War Lord roar as well. Eltharion cut the Big Belly King's body in half with an unstoppable momentum, and watched the monster heal again.

The lack of a magic furnace forced the War Lord to use a clumsy move, cutting off the Big Belly King's limbs, letting Stormwing drag him to the sky, and using gravity to smash Gollum into a pulp. "It's almost over..." Carl judged. He hadn't slept for three days. The intricate mountain roads made all kinds of situations possible, such as fighting, evacuation, encirclement, and interweaving... The emperor's judgment was tested at all times.

Kurt nodded seriously, he looked very tired, the energy consumed by real-time command on the battlefield was no less than fighting, not to mention that he had personally organized Rick's Guards many times to do some actions that seemed to be futile.

"But we still don't know why the elves completely abandoned their previous tactical arrangements and rushed to the Dreadnought Fort."

"You think the Phoenix King is in danger."

"This is the most likely possibility, otherwise we should have seen that arrogant figure at the peak gate instead of just his dragon ally."

While the king and his minister were considering this, news came from Rick's guards.

"Your Majesty, most of the dwarves in Karak Dreadnought have been evacuated, and the High King is organizing a steel wall to shield the civilians from leaving."

"Where's Thuringer?"

"The High King has stated... that he has returned to the Hall of the Ancestors."

After a moment of silence for the young dwarf king, Carl's brain quickly turned around and the evacuation was at least one day faster than expected.

But... the dragon showed no signs of leaving, and its movements were much more violent than the previous two days, no longer caring about the extent of the damage to the castle.

"What about the Phoenix King? Is there any news? We can't let our allies get into trouble."

Rick Guard shook his head. He couldn't find any trace of the elves at all, and the magic stone left behind didn't respond at all, as if all of them had disappeared.

"The Empire has fulfilled its duty as the shield of the Old World and has left a valuable impression on the elves... The Phoenix King has important matters to attend to in Karak Dreadnought Fort. You don't need to worry about it. The Empire can decide on its next move."

The herald's calm voice bypassed the surrounding Rick Guards. Judging from the knights' surprised expressions, they didn't even know when this elf entered the command post.

"Emperor Franz, Marshal Kurt." North nodded in greeting and continued the previous topic: "I will convey your concerns about the Phoenix King to His Majesty truthfully... Please rest assured that the Phoenix King has encountered countless times more dangers than imagined, but he has successfully overcome them every time."

"This doesn't sound like something a herald would say." Kurt narrowed his eyes. It didn't make sense that all the elves were rushing towards Imrik like crazy while the herald, who should have been the most loyal, was staying behind.

Taking the glorious deeds of the former Herald of the Phoenix King as an example, Elvis would definitely be buried with the monarch even after his death, leaving all his damn duties aside.

"Indeed... I have also brought news from His Highness Draknir, Regent of Ulthuan and Lord of the Dragon Court. I would like to inform the Emperor that Caledor will declare war on Bretonnia in seven days and set out to attack the Knight Kingdom from the Bay of Young Dragons."

This shocking news made Karl speechless for a moment. He had just fought the greenskins and rats in the Grey Mountains, and now Caledor was going to declare war on humans? Moreover, it was Bretonnia, which was closest to the Empire?

North didn't care about the two humans' reactions, and said to himself: "This is a joint decision made by the nobles of Caledor. The Kingdom of Knights has been bullying the Kingdom of Dragons for a long time. Since Caledor was forced to surrender the Sartosa pirates two hundred years ago in order to regain the legendary dragon horn, the country's sacred artifact, and restore peace to the seas of the Old World, Bretonnia has been secretly causing trouble.

His Majesty Imrik, who was still the Dragon Prince at that time, was unwilling to make things too difficult for Bretonnia for the sake of the overall situation and the feelings of the mountains and the empire. However, he did not expect that King Laun would openly humiliate Caledor and disregard the dignity of the Dragon Kingdom. Under the calls of ministers and parliamentarians, Prince Draconir had no choice but to use the strongest way to restore the dignity of the court.

Now I am informing the Empire that this is just to express Caledor's respect for the Empire. His Highness Draknir has absolutely no intention of violating the Great Crusade Alliance Agreement. On the contrary, Caledor is preparing to deepen his ties with the Empire..."

"What is the reason for Caledor to declare war on Bretonnia?" Kurt asked in a deep voice. The reason is very important, which is related to whether it will be recognized by the people and other countries.

There is no need to deal with such boring questions when fighting against evil races, but Bretonnia is by no means an enemy of order.

"Knight Gisor de Pato of the Lermontov Monastery completed the Holy Grail Trial by slaying a dragon sixteen years ago.

After much research, it was found that the dragon he killed was an immature Caledor Fire Dragon..."

Carl and Kurt looked at each other and they understood that the reason for the declaration of war was not important at all. What was important was that Caledor was really ready to attack Bretonnia. (End of this chapter)