Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Kuran Blackhand, Malus Darkblade, and Roxia the Fallen Heart are now the three giants of Druz.

After a long time, the Witch King's right hand, champion warrior and naval admiral gathered together again, but this time they were not discussing how to attack Ulthuan, but to serve a Caledor Phoenix King.

"Malus, it's rare that you finally left behind the curtains of Yasmiel and Nagaira... Is it that the carnal desires of your sisters cannot satisfy your regained senses, or do you want to get a few Asur women from the Dragon Prince?"

The struggle between land and sea is an eternal topic. Malus, formerly the commander of the Witch King's army, naturally has an uneasy relationship with Loxia. In addition, before the Battle of Finuval Plains, Black Blade always maintained a good relationship with Lakas and was eager to obtain more powerful beasts from the great beastmaster, which indirectly interfered with the status of the Loxia family in Carl Caronde. With so many factors added together, the fact that there was no fighting between the two sides was that the Witch King's iron fist was too powerful.

Dark Blade had no intention of responding to the Corrupted Heart's sarcasm. Although his relationship with the sisters was already known to everyone, it was completely acceptable in Druzi society. After all, there were rumors that the Witch King had also done it with Morathi.

Although Malus doubted whether the Witch King's physical condition could satisfy Moras, who was begging for mercy with a group of Norse chiefs.

However, Hei Ren had no interest in worrying about two dead people.

"Prince Caledor promised me a free identity, but I think this is suspicious... The matter of the Noble Council may be a show."

"Let's agree for now. This is one of the few chances we have." Kuran refuted Malus's implication without hesitation. The three of them were always thinking about independence and leading Druzil away from Ulthuan.

Even though the Shadow King's agents are everywhere in Nagarythe, the secretive Kuran still maintains a team that can escape from Ulthuan at any time, with just one opportunity...

But the choice between leading Druzil to escape like a wild dog or avenging the Witch King created a strong conflict in Kuran's heart.

Both opportunities are at hand. Caledor and his son have already arrived in the Old World, and their army is drifting on the vast ocean, waiting for a full-scale war to break out. Druzil, who has gained the right to fight independently, can return to Nagarythe and lead the remaining people to flee into the distance.

But in other words, Ulthuan has devoted a lot of effort to Bretonnia. From the intelligence obtained by Kuran alone, there are at least three countries involved in the war, Caledor, Saffrin and Nagarythe.

This was no longer the tentative prank of the past, but an invasion war determined to destroy the Bretonnian regime.

Locksia laughed coldly. He was the first person who truly surrendered to the Phoenix King, Druzy. After serving under him for a hundred years, he found that it was not as hard as he had imagined.

Compared to the taxes and various conspiracies required in the Witch King era, Imrik only required the blessed evil party to report the situation regularly, stop plundering friendly forces in the royal court, and reduce the number of slaves sacrificed to the gods on the battlefield.

Many years ago, the only sea dragon left of his blessed villain gang, but a hundred years later, the Behemoth Chamber is now filled with sea beasts, and the infamous Black Ark has undergone multiple iterations and upgrades.

What really made him make up his mind was a secret letter from the Phoenix King not long ago.

"I don't think it's reasonable to consider leaving now... Cherris and Terenlock are always watching us. As long as the Black Ark is activated, the chariot and the white lion will rush into Druz's 'homeland'."

"You betrayed, Loxia..." Malus's raised brows reminded people of his appearance long ago. The Lord of Terror who possessed the power of the great demon was unpredictable and was one of the most deadly figures in Druz.

"Malus, you and I both know that Imrik let us live because we have irreplaceable value. Your Cold Lizard Knights, I am the Black Ark Pirates, but none of us is as important as Kuran in leading Druz. The leaders of the Cold Lizard Knights and the Black Ark Pirates can be replaced at any time. You don't want your sister's bed curtain to be opened by other men, do you?"

Kuran forcibly interrupted their passionate discussion. Black Blade and Fallen Heart seemed to be arguing fiercely, but they were just testing his attitude.

But now Blackhand has only one idea in mind, to attack Bretonnia.

"In three days, the Dragon Court will send a formal declaration of war to Cologne... Loxia, you should be familiar with the customs and practices of Bretonnia."

The admiral understood what he meant, and a knowing smile appeared on the Kraken mask. Kuran wanted to quickly bring this war into a white-hot stage.

"Of course, at your service, Right Hand of the Witch King."

"..."Kulan left without saying a word, leaving only two Generals Druzy who were still guessing. But soon Malus and Loxia reached a secret cooperation, and no Druzy was willing to be inferior to others.

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A group of guests came to Le Angoulême. If the elves who came with a declaration of war could be considered guests, then they should be treated with the highest courtesy.

The Duke, who already knew the intention of the elves, did not send anyone to greet them. Instead, the knights were fully preparing to deal with the upcoming attack on the coastline. Under Admiral Druzy's terrifying plundering, no seaside in Bretonnia was safe.

The declaration of war was carried by Rex, and when he saw a group of kingdom knights holding lances standing near the port, with their shining spears pointed at him, he simply curled his lips in disdain.

"It's as bad as ever. I really hate to be on the same ground with monkeys... Bretonnian monkeys, of course, and nothing to do with you, Lord Yoneyama."

Mishan, holding a halberd and standing behind Rex, squinted his eyes and looked at the knights who were ready for battle. Judging from the first glance, these guys were... good.

The forces that can survive in this cruel world all have their own unique characteristics. The tradition of generations of martial knights makes the Bretonnian nobles far stronger and more resolute than their neighbors.

Their birthright is to fight for the lady rather than the interests and reputation of their family. Countless warriors have embarked on an adventure to find the Holy Grail, and the few who have returned are all famous warriors in the Old World.

The Holy Grail Church, sensing the crisis, has now recalled all the adventuring heroes outside. The tradition of hunting monsters to obtain the Holy Grail will likely be transformed into hunting elves.

Perhaps killing a dragon prince can seal the Holy Grail, and correspondingly, killing a Holy Grail can seal the dragon prince?
Mishan thought with a rather evil amusement in his heart, and responded to Rex's words: "I am used to your double-standard tone. Persuading by force is far more effective than verbal talk... Be careful, this trip will not be safe."

"But with you here, I have full confidence in the strength of His Majesty's guards."

"I can guarantee your survival, but that doesn't mean I can deliver the declaration of war to Cologne... Let's go, the war is about to begin." (End of this chapter)