Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 596 In the Name of Imrik

He was a little dazed by this heavy blow. After carefully recalling the scene during the air raid for a while, it seemed that a black shadow escaped from his eyes. Because it was too fast, there was no time to catch it.

"Magic? Or magic..." Sklarzak asked in a low voice. After his mind cleared, he remembered that war rituals are not life and death battles. Friendly communication is an essential part. Will can usually be expressed in words, which is often the case. Talk nonsense.

Imrik jumped off the dragon's head, and the old punch was quite satisfying. Unexpectedly, Skalazak seemed to be fine. It seemed that the dragon that dominated the area was really capable.

"No, I'm just a warrior with full strength and speed. I don't know magic, nor am I good at divine arts."

"incredible……"

Sklarzak suddenly understood something. Seeing that the elf had no intention of evading, it seemed that he wanted to confront him head-on.

The tactics he usually used were seen through. Perhaps he was more familiar with the dragon's fighting style than the dragon itself.

"I never thought that a war ritual would be like this, but it's not easy for me to admit defeat."

"Of course, of course, this is a solemn ceremony. If it is too dramatic, it will inevitably appear casual." Imrik nodded. The dragon is a kind of creature that has a good face. Just like stroking a cat, you have to tame the dragon. You also need to understand your temperament.

Skalazak began to attack, this time it was no longer a charging dragon car.

Claws lashed, wings flapped, jaws snapped, tail swept, and the mountains burned with his fury.

But the attacks one after another were in vain. He saw the elf dodge with agility, and then launched some painless counterattacks.

"Face me!"

This time, Sklarzak finally couldn't bear it any longer. He looked like he was teasing a toy, and it was better to fight happily. Even if he was beaten half to death, it was better than being teased like this.

Exhaling a very obvious flow of air, Imrik knew that the next step was to get serious.

"Then let's get started!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his feet had already stepped on the ground and exerted force, trampling the ice to create spider web-like cracks. Swift skills and amazing strength were always the key to victory. He held the long sword in his hands with both hands and raised his lance. The charging posture, without the help of the mount, has become an unstoppable steel spear.

Looking at the elf charging for the first time, Sklarzak finally felt a sense of satisfaction.

He first flapped his wings vigorously and controlled the airflow to float forward. The white snow and gravel turned into whirlpools under Long Wei's power.

The obstacles that can confuse the field of vision cover a hundred meters. If an ordinary person is hit, he may return to the embrace of death.

The Steel Spear did not stop charging, just like the bloody dragon knew that it was impossible to cause substantial damage. It flapped its tail vigorously again, but the target was not the elves, but the ground.

The mountain, which had been weakened by repeated attacks in advance, formed a landslide under this deliberate attack.

The multiple attacks just now were just preparations for now. The path of Imric's charge suddenly collapsed, and pieces of ice and rocks the size of a human head kept rolling down towards him.

The most troublesome thing is not the impact damage. After the surrounding environment is shattered, it is difficult for the attacker to find a foothold. Not only do they have to face the snowflakes flying in the air, but they also have to deal with the sudden environment on the ground.

Suddenly, snowflakes covered the entire sky, and the white snow covered the field of vision like cotton wool.

Skalazak does not have any strange abilities, such as clearly seeing people inside through physical shields, but his years of living environment have allowed him to adapt.

"Now!" He once again used his hind legs to support his body, so that the attack could cause greater damage with the impact. The red figure in the white snow was so obvious.

The giant dragon suddenly pounced on the ground, and the palm missing a dragon claw once again acted as the main attack. The snowflakes were scattered by the airflow, and the broken ice and rocks were crumbled from the size of a human head. In a trance, the sound of the mountain shaking was heard again.

But the premise of this terrifying power is to hit the enemy. The target will not fight back, and the shocking power is just a waste of physical energy.

A sharp pain came from the palm of my hand, and the flawless white ice and snow suddenly oozed red and scattered in all directions as it rolled.

He didn't roar in pain. He could definitely feel his palm touching the elf, but he was cut open by a sharp blade in the blink of an eye.

Scales, muscles, and bones were cut into a long and narrow channel from the head end by a sharp blade.

He raised his palm and silently looked at the injury that penetrated into his bones. He couldn't help but think of how long it had been since he had been hurt like this.

It may have been struck by a dwarf butcher with a giant ax 1000 years ago, or it may have been a penetrating wound left by an artillery strike.

The blood turned into a stream and fell to the ground. Imrik looked at Sklarzak who was meditating and knew that he might not have the desire to continue fighting.

First of all, I already have a vague sense of identity with my bloodline. As long as I show corresponding strength, the possibility of taming it will not be too low.

Unlike other people, who beg and sing dragon songs in exchange for resonance, when encountering a bloody dragon, they may have to fight desperately to get a chance.

"Well, I hope my martial arts did not disappoint you."

"Very good. Perhaps I have been entrenched in this narrow land for too long and have forgotten some of the past. Lord Caledor Dragon, you won this war ceremony." Sklarzak lowered his head and said To express obedience.

Combat effectiveness is not determined by how much the environment can be destroyed. Being able to kill any enemy you want to kill is the strongest.

And Imric's bloodline also allowed him to win the war ritual with this ability. He didn't want to lose too badly, so he had no choice but to surrender.

The dragon said the last condition, "I will sign a contract with you as an ally, but not with your family."

Imrik nodded, agreeing with the proposal, not because he was pretending to agree at the moment, but because he really didn't care about the status of signing a contract with Sklarzak.

Judging from the lifespans of both parties, the duration of this contract is enough to last until the end of the most important war.

"I agree with this proposal and sign an alliance with you in the name of Imrik, not in the name of the head of the Dragon Tamer family."

"Very good, you are more sensible than I expected." Sklarzak put down his palm, stretched his fingers inwards, and touched Imrik with his knuckles.

Imrik also clenched his fist against the knuckles. The preliminary dragon training plan had been successfully completed. Caledor held a war ceremony after a thousand years and won.

This is a chapter worth remembering. Looking back, the relevant scenes will be reproduced and engraved on the palace murals.

When the ceremony was over, Ingersolls roared from the top of the mountain, announcing to the world the winner of the battle.

By the way, he mentally scolded the nosy Minas Nir. He originally thought that Imric would forcefully subdue Sklarzak, but he didn't expect that after knowing that it was difficult to tame, he actually used a trick.

(End of this chapter)