Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Time is running out... God."

"I know, but he's not ready yet."

"Do you believe those five mortals who only appeared once in the world line...the anchor point of the Chaos Realm, we need it."

"You still like to think too much, Kroka...Isn't it a miracle that I can respond to you now?"

Master Ke fell silent, his head slowly drooping as he looked up at the starry sky.

The dark fate is gradually approaching. According to the prediction of the first generation of Shilan, there may only be ten years left before the last Eternal Chosen is crowned.

But in these ten years, they still have a lot to do... destroy the Skaven and crush the biggest hidden danger in this world.

By shattering the evil moon and restoring clarity to the world's magical winds, Shi Lan can predict the future.

But all of this... takes time, and the ancient sage is still obsessed with Lilith.

"I need some help, God."

"Act according to your ideas, Kroka... I am not as old as the original Slann. You are the true leader of the Lizardmen."

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When a giant green and yellow toad and a huge army of lizardmen inexplicably appeared in Gollonni, the five little warriors were terrified.

Who could have expected that on the way to the beach to find a boat, a white light flashed in front of them, and a super lizard man appeared in front of them. He was four meters tall, with muscles as hard as marble, and his tail could make a big crack in the ground with a flick of his tail.

"Can you beat him... Barding?" Marcus muttered softly. Although the monster in front of him was not as large as the Yankee troll he had seen before, its momentum completely crushed it.

Can you imagine the oppressive feeling of a monster dragging a heavy shield at the city gate and charging forward with a club in his hand that can crush the skulls of trolls, walking step by step in front of you?

Bardin raised the meteorite oak shield in his hand, compared it with the three-meter-high heavy lapis lazuli shield in the hand of the great white lizard, and swallowed subconsciously.

“You know, tough guy, as Salzpyre always reminds me, the dwarves aren’t invincible.

Some monsters are hard to defeat... This guy's scales can probably be used as a shield. A cannon is better than using an axe to scrape away the dust."

Victor was the only one among the five who had seen Lizardmen. He had seen sporadic Lizardmen at the Giant Horned Viper Station in Lauren Loren. Most of them were Giant Lizards and Skin Lizards, and there were very few Thoros.

In order to demonstrate his leadership qualities, the witch hunter stood fearlessly in front of the Shield of Generations raised by the great white lizard. According to imperial etiquette, he placed his right hand on his abdomen and his left hand behind his waist, bending forward to greet.

"Greetings to you, mighty lizard warrior."

The big white lizard stopped and scanned the five hot-blooded creatures with its copper bell-sized eyes. The great lord ordered him to invite the five people to the throne.

The Lizardmen had no idea about such things. Kroka made a series of roaring noises, which made Victor feel a little urgent, but he still maintained a greeting gesture and showed no intention of confrontation.

The spiritual lizard priest who was traveling with them faithfully translated the original words of the great white lizard. Although the unique hoarse tone of the lizardmen was unpleasant to hear, it could still be vaguely distinguished.

"The chief wants to see you. He has something important to tell you."

Lord... Victor thought about it. It seemed that in the archives kept by the Silver Hammer, there was a record of a lizardman lord traveling thousands of miles from Lustria to Kislev to destroy vampires. Maybe the elves wanted their allied lizardmen to participate in the war against Bretonnia... But if so, would the empire be in danger?

He was considering it, but the big white lizard would not give him too much time. Gorok glanced around, as if forcing the remaining few to make a decision.

The first one to follow his heart was Marcus. He didn't want to be bitten by the obsidian stick that was thicker than a man. It would definitely smash old Kruber into a pulp in one blow.

Victor was very embarrassed by the surrender of everyone. Where would the leader's face be...

When the Shield of Generations dropped, hitting pieces of gravel until the chain mail made a crisp sound, Victor immediately raised his hands.

"In the name of Sigmar, I am honored to meet your High Lord, the ancient race that the Empire respects and protects the world."

He wanted to meet the lizard man, but what he met in the end was shocking. Who can explain how it is possible for a frog bigger than a house to exist in this world?

In addition to the giant toad, the huge beasts also kept the witch hunters alert. The impact of these physical siege beasts was probably no less than that of steam tanks. With the empire's defense power...

"Don't be nervous, kid...I mean no harm."

A strange and old memory came straight into Victor's mind. He subconsciously looked around, and finally saw the huge grinning mouth on the face of the giant toad.

"You are... the great lord?"

"You can call me Kroka... The elves are also used to calling me Master K."

Victor was in awe. No matter who the hell Kroka was, as long as this guy didn't attack the Empire, and according to the Silver Hammer's speculation, the Lizardmen were tirelessly fighting against the Chaos forces, so they could be a part of the group that could be united.

"Greetings, Master K. I am Victor Salzpyre, a Knight Templar of the Silver Hammer. May I ask what you may have in mind for?"

"You have stayed here for too long... Are you looking for the god trapped on the other side of the world?"

Trapped on the other side of the world?

Victor didn't react to the meaning of this abstract noun at first, but after careful consideration, he suddenly realized that if the Lizardmen were as the legend said, their mysterious prophecies could predict everything in the world.

Wouldn't that mean we know where Sigmar went in the World's Edge Mountains after leaving the Empire?

The history of the Empire is only two thousand years, the clearly recorded history of the Elves is more than six thousand years, and the antiquity of the Lizardmen is difficult to measure by time. At least when Bardin boasted about the glorious history of the Dwarves, he always took pride in the mysterious relationship between the ancestral gods and the ancient saints.

"You know where Sigma went. I...I should really believe this, I really do, but I can't believe it. This...is too incredible."

“Go and search, go and ask, go and trace… I can guide you to find the destination of your soul. When you feel confused about everything, there will always be an answer.”

While Victor was in a daze, Master K used his mind to take down the wooden box that the five little strong men had been carrying. The God had already arranged their fate, but it was still not enough.

He didn't want to rush things; there was still some time, enough for whoever could find the Eternal Castle to have sufficient ability.

But Kroka can no longer wait. Having witnessed the world on the brink of destruction, Slan needs to find any feasible way to save this world that his master has high hopes for.

The magic potion made from the seeds of the Oak of Time, under the power of Kroka, echoes back to the ancient times... (End of this chapter)