Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 266 The purpose of the battle

Damian felt a little confused. After all, this place covered by ice and snow was too familiar. The white snow mixed in the cold wind scratched the faces of everyone who passed by. Wood can not find a trace of cheerful color.

He put his hand on a wall, and found that it was still the same as before, just like the calm and firmness on his father's shoulders. The cold passed through the palm of his hand and entered his heart. These stone bricks that build the wall are already strong. After being baptized by the cold wind, its appearance is even more uneven, with traces all over it.

Just when Damian was in a daze, a familiar palm had already slapped him on the back. Although the man's voice was old, it was full of vitality and enthusiasm.

"Little guy, why are you still staying here and not going to the glacier with the others?"

Damian, who was a little dazed, turned his head to look at that person, and found that it was the very familiar Aunt Mara, but he was not in Erengrad, why did he return to Hagaros?

Seeing this little guy in a daze, Mara picked up a wooden stick and hit him hard on the head, "Hurry up, you don't want to miss this hunting ceremony either."

Damian, who was hit on the head, was a little angry. His heavy breathing and clenched fists showed that he was extremely dissatisfied with Mara's actions, but he realized in a blink of an eye, what happened? He was actually angry at the aunt who had taken care of me for so many years .

Mara didn't notice his nephew's movement, and turned around and took out a large sword in a scabbard from the bag and handed it to Damian, "Hurry up, Maddock doesn't like waiting for others."

Maddock?This name made Damian even more surprised. Isn't this kind of hunting ceremony usually led by Qualkek? How could it be the ancient barbarians guarding the Worldstone Fortress?

But it was obvious that Mara had no intention of explaining. After handing the great sword to Damian, he turned around and planned to return to his warm home to avoid the wind and snow.

The barbarian who took the big sword pulled it out a little, then narrowed his pupils, and realized that it was his grandfather who had fought with him for a long time, but why did this weapon appear here?He began to have doubts, but in the voice of a passing compatriot, he chose to put aside his doubts first, and came to the gate of the city together to meet Madock.

It was the second time for Damian to see Madock, and he found that he was just like the legend, sitting on the ground and staring at the sky. Maybe he noticed that Damian had come this time, so he stood up, and took the rest of his body without saying anything. Seven people walked deep into the mountains.

Damian is very familiar with this kind of hunting ritual. It mainly hunts some crazy beasts hidden deep in the glaciers, a kind of giant beast called the Snowdrifter. In contact with each other, there are still some who have gone crazy and will choose to actively attack people and livestock in the past.

And their goal is only to kill these crazy snow drifters, not to kill all the beasts in the glacier.

Along the way, Damian felt the long-lost cold breath, passed through the small hills, entered an icy highland with extremely strong cold wind, climbed from the cliff to the Arreat Plateau, and finally came to a cave more than ten meters high Before, there was not much communication among people along the way. There was not much to communicate in this cold land. Often, one look and one movement could tell what each other wanted to express.

And this is one of the reasons why Damian chose to go to Ulthuan with Imric. He was a little tired of this unchanging life. He had never been truly satisfied with a battle, especially after the demons were paid. .

"We're here, and it's still the same as before. First communicate with the snow drifters, and then hunt those crazy ones." Maddock finally said a word during these five days, and Damian didn't know if he was really the one. The ancient barbarian guarding the Worldstone Fortress, or a person with the same name.

Everyone nodded to express their understanding, then lit the torches and walked into the cave.

Damian followed Maddock's footsteps closely, trying to find some familiar shadows from him. The others were very familiar to Damian, but the only difference was the leader.

He didn't understand what happened, why he came here instead of fighting those chaotic believers in Erengrad, the barbarian vaguely remembered that his task was to stop the Kurgans who landed on the city wall, and then support Mishan And Iron Wolf, it seems that something happened after that, but I don't have any impression.

The barbarians who were familiar with the path of the glacier quickly found the secret passage where the snowdrifter was hiding, and led them to set off towards the places where the crazy beasts were hiding. There were no conflicts along the way, and both parties were very familiar with this cooperation mode. Well, the mad Snowdrift not only attacks humans and animals, but even attacks fellow humans, tearing them into pieces to satisfy their bloodlust.

After passing through many secret passages and hidden corners, Damian saw the snow drifters who were fighting the crazy beasts, and then under the command of Maddock, he started to attack, and the target was the beasts whose eyes had turned scarlet.

Damian pulled out his grandfather's great sword behind him, and vaguely felt that something was coming from the great sword into his body. He didn't think much about it, and immediately rushed to the beasts, using whirlwind Tear it to shreds.

After hacking to death a huge beast whose body was several times bigger than his own, the slightly warm blood dripped onto the body, and smelling the liquid that he hadn't touched for a long time, the barbarian felt that something seemed to appear in his mind. call.

Fighting, yes, only fighting is the meaning of life, other than that, it is worthless, and killing is the accompaniment of fighting.

The figure of the fluttering snow beast in front of him began to overlap with a Khorne bullhorn, which made Damian feel even more furious, killing!Only killing can solve everything!
He dealt with most of the ferocious beasts by himself, facing the terrified eyes of those Piaoxue beasts, intending to point the butcher knife at them. In the eyes of this man who has become crazy, all life in sight will be destroyed.

A person stopped in front of Damian, and the two battle axes in his hands blocked the grandfather, the oldest sword. The ancient barbarian chose to stop this man who didn't distinguish between friend and foe.

But in Damian's eyes, the barbarian ancestor in front of him had become the Khorne Chaos Lord who was fighting with him. He began to fall into a real state of madness, roaring and roaring incessantly, saying what he thought was a barbarian battle cry.

If heard by the people of the medieval Warhammer world, the roar of the barbarian has become exactly the same as the deadly battle cry of those bloodthirsty monsters who chanted the name of Khorne, and even the eyes full of anger are similar.

The surrounding environment began to freeze, and the barbarians who were shocked by the battle between Damian and Madock stayed where they were, and the snow drifting beast that was trying to escape also kept running. Fight in a narrow space.

Maddock's battle ax hit his grandfather, and after the sound of violent metal impact, it seemed that something on it dissipated, and he began to speak. Even this fierce battle still couldn't affect his calm tone,

"Why are you fighting like this? Heir of Bulkelso, answer me!"

Damian, who was slightly repelled by Maddock, held the big sword, slightly bent his legs, and said hoarsely and firmly, "Kill."

After finishing speaking, he immediately launched another attack, but was stopped by Maddock in an instant, and was knocked back a few meters away.

"No, killing is just an accompaniment to fighting, and the purpose of fighting is never killing." Maddock started to take the initiative to attack, and knocked Damian back with a single axe. "What do you want to gain from fighting, honor? Victory? Wealth? Strength ?The purpose of the barbarian battle is to protect the World Stone, so what is your purpose? Just to meet the needs of the evil god? Choose to abandon everything that your ancestors left you, and become a mad dog with only killing and blood in his mind?"

But Damian was not stopped by these words. He was still attacking vigorously. In his eyes, the Khorne Chaos Lord had to die. No matter what the method was, he turned on the Berserker mode and gave up all defenses to gain unparalleled attack power.

But in a blink of an eye, a battle ax cut into his chest interrupted the action, followed by another battle ax cut to the shoulder, and an ancient spear piercing him.

Even though he was pierced by the ancient spear and fixed on the rock wall, he still frantically waved his right hand in an attempt to kill the "enemy" in front of him.

Finally, after a weapon that was exactly the same as his was swung by the ancient barbarian Madok, he cut off his arm, and he regained his composure.

The barbarian's field of vision began to become clear, and the blood mist dispersed from his eyes. He saw that the figure of the Khorne Chaos Lord had faded away, and the resolute figure of Madock appeared in front of him, while the shocked comrades and fleeing Piao The snow beast reminded him of what he had done.

He raised his right hand that had been severed from the forearm, looked at the arm that was constantly spurting blood, and murmured, "What's wrong with me?"

The spurted blood reminded him of everything, from the beheading of Scarbrand on the Fennuvar Plain, to the battle at the walls of Erengrad, and then killing those Kislev hussars, and Mi Shan and the others fought and almost killed Iron Wolf in the end.

This made Damian feel even more confused. He never thought that he would do such a thing. Looking at the blood-stained grandfather on the ground, he continued to murmur, "Why would I do such a thing to Iron Wolf? .”

No one answered his words, the world gradually faded away, the dark glacier caves became the streets of Erengrad, the surprised fellow barbarians became the blind Vaal priests, and the fleeing snow beasts became nothing. There is no green tree, and the ancient barbarian in front of him has also turned into a rice mountain, and the blood in his hand is no longer flowing, but the black and green tattoo is extremely eye-catching and emitting a faint light.

Mi Shan maintained a high level of tension. After stuffing the world stone fragments into Damian's throat, the black and blue tattoos on the barbarian's body began to shimmer, fighting against the scarlet marks covering the surface, while Damian himself was also twitching and struggling. , and even his right hand has broken free from the chains.

He had already prepared for the worst, killing Damian here, even if he was charged with killing his comrade-in-arms, Mishan would not allow Khorne to manipulate the barbarian's soul.

Staring at the tattoo on his arm for a moment, Damian seemed to understand something. His ancestors were never far away from him, and he was driven mad by Khorne's gaze and his desire to fight and kill.

The fragments of the World Stone that Mishan fed to himself temporarily isolated the brand of Khorne. The illusion just now was made by the black and blue runes on his body, and the one that made him fall into this madness so deeply was probably that knife. The supreme treasure of the Arreat Mountains, Grandfather's Great Sword, was already filled with the aura of the Blood God. Every time he used it, his bloodlust would intensify, and every time he used it, he would become even more insane.

The barbarian raised his head, and instead of looking at Mishan, he looked at the position of the city wall. He could clearly feel the woman carrying the blessing of Khorne.

"Bring the armor and sword of the ancestors, it's time to make a break."

(End of this chapter)