Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Victor felt very strange. He seemed to hear Sigmar's call. The voice was vague, as if it came from the endless wasteland in the north, or like an inexplicable surge in the ocean.

With the might of Lord Kroka, the witch hunter's physique was sufficiently strengthened... but that was all.

Master Ke did not force his expertise in the Wind of Magic upon the five little warriors. Instead, Taibok shared the secret of the Wind of Magic with the first generation of Slan. If it was willing, it could immediately transform the three humans into geniuses with the talent to become archmages.

Apart from taking care of Sienna a little and teaching her some secrets of the Wind of Akshay, the remaining four little cockroaches only obtained physiques comparable to those of monsters.

The Lizardmen's biological transformation technology is the gift from Lord Kroka.

What Kroka is most concerned about is actually the guidance. It requires Victor to understand that it is impossible to find Sigma in the mortal world. Only by going to deeper realms, to the place where gods and mortals intersect, can he find the answer.

Victor, who already had a vague sense of the way ahead, bowed deeply to Lord Kroka for his selfless guidance. For the first time, he felt the grandeur and majesty in the mind of a creature that looked so funny.

"I seem to know the way forward... but I don't know if I can keep going and witness the arrival of Sigmar's Age of Honor."

“Trust him, Victor…” Kroka pointed to the southwest, and the mighty force made the figure of an elf man appear in Victor’s vision.

"Phoenix...King?"

When Victor was shocked that the Phoenix King might have an inexplicable connection with Sigma, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly disappeared from the endless grassland, and in the blink of an eye he came to a luxurious and exquisite temple.

"The Great Temple of Myrmidia? How is this possible?"

Sienna stared at the huge golden flaming eagle in the temple with astonishment. This completely overturned her understanding. Without any preparation, just a glance could send five people from Gollonie to Tyrell?
"I hate magic. It's like stuffing a pot of horse urine into my head, putting my whole body into a wine barrel and sending it to the ship, then shaking it for a long time waiting to die." Bardin rolled his eyes. His magic-averse physique brought him a lot of trouble, but no one would specialize in teleportation spells for dwarves.

"Stop complaining. I always thought that the Five Warriors of Uberrick were tough guys... but I didn't expect them to be just a few kids thrown together at random. How disappointing." Davion made the same frivolous complaint as Bardeen. He covered his forehead without disguising and walked out from behind the Myrmidia statue.

The Dragon Prince looked around, especially at Kerillian, he had no good feelings towards Asrai, Caledor's general attitude towards Druzil was to kill them all if he could, but Asrai was the same as always, he would kill them if he was unhappy.

"So there really is an elf... I remember you as someone from Alaros. It's a pity you didn't see what happened in Athel Loren."

"What's wrong with Alaros? He is Lord Tasain, a loyal subject of the Phoenix King!" Kerillian, contrary to her usual behavior, questioned Davion in a stern voice, regardless of her fear of the dragon prince in front of her.

"Really? It seems your intelligence is still a little behind, but it doesn't matter. What happened recently in the royal court will not have anything to do with you." Davion was very satisfied with Kerillian's reaction. He didn't see Alaros's expression of eating shit with his own eyes, but it seemed not bad to disgust his maid and good friend.

Under the curious gazes of the remaining four warriors, Davion leaned against the stone seat under the statue and said lazily: "Let me introduce myself. I am the former personal guard of the Caledor Dragon Lord and the attendant of the Dragon Palace... I am now the commander of the Phoenix King's expedition and the Watcher of the Dragonbone Wasteland, Davion."

Victor quickly went over the titles that Davian introduced himself as in his mind: personal guard, commander, and guardian of the holy land. This meant that the status of the elf in front of him was far higher than that of all the dragon princes he had met before, except Imrik.

He is a person who has the triple influence of politics, military and religion, and is an absolute top figure in Caledor. Bardin was a little annoyed by Davion's arrogant tone, and he pretended to introduce Marcus, who was a little confused, with his hand raised.

"This is the Imperial Knight, the groom of the Phoenix King, Marcus Kruber! Watch your tone, elf."

Davian laughed and walked back and forth between the dwarf and the knight in a mocking manner. He didn't care about the life and death of a few gangsters. If it weren't for His Majesty's insistence, he would definitely not focus his energy on the Five Heroes of Uberrick.

"Well, perhaps one day, Lord Marcus will be able to walk into the hall of the Dragon Palace, kneel before the throne, accept the conferment of the Lord of Caledon, and become one of us...

But now, you are six days later than expected. According to the military regulations of Caledo, those who delay the fighter will be severely punished. How should I deal with you?"

"We are not Caledorian soldiers... I never said I would obey the elves' orders." Bardin grumbled and handed the right to speak to Victor. The dwarf was sure that the witch hunter would not be defeated in his first communication with his superior.

Victor did not disappoint Bardeen's expectations. He first looked around and found that there was no trace of anyone except Davian. There were no religious personnel in a large temple. There were only two possibilities.

First, the Church of Myrmidia was destroyed, but this was not in line with the elves' usual style.

The second is...even the people in the Great Temple are unable to carry out normal religious activities due to some troubles.

"We are here with the order of the Phoenix King. If you want to punish me, I hope to get the Phoenix King's written order... But before that, tell me about Tyrell's situation and what we need to do."

Davian was noncommittal: "What about the situation... What can you do? I have countless people under my command who are more professional than you. Kerillian is the most experienced among you, and Caledor is just a new recruit who just finished the longbow stage. I doubt your ability."

"We can kill the Skaven, that's enough."

The witch hunter's firm answer made Davian look at him a few more times with a little surprise.

"I've heard about you, Victor Salzpyre... but you still did a lot of stupid things when you were drilling holes under Fort Dreadnought. Do you have the confidence to survive with the remaining four fools?"

"If I die for justice, I will be luckier than most people, and I am willing to sacrifice for it."

There was a strange silence, followed by Davian's inexplicable smile, and he seemed to have initially recognized the one-eyed human in front of him.

"Very good answer. I am beginning to like you, Salzpyre... Wear your gauntlets. I cannot guarantee that everything you will see next will be blessed by your gods.

You need to investigate a village that was attacked by the Skaven and bring me a map." (End of this chapter)