Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 598 The Dragon’s Past

"They have a disease, a disease called stubbornness." Sklarzak, who was licking his wounds, suddenly said suddenly as he looked at the backs of several dwarves leaving.

"A long time ago, when I was still young, I came to the World's Edge Mountains to find a place to stay. I was accidentally seen by those butchers who were seeking death..."

"You just kill those butchers, write down your names in the book of hatred of the dwarves, and gradually become the bloody dragon of natural disaster." Imrik concluded smoothly, and this situation should not be too common.

"Dwarves will only believe what they see. Those butchers did die in my hands, but this is their mission, and these stubborn dwarves are delusional that the World's Edge Mountains are still under control, and are in a tug-of-war with me. It's really ridiculous that the night goblins have a chance here."

Skalazak didn't mean to be sarcastic, he just explained the grievances over the past thousand years, his tone was flat, but it is worth speculating how many lives were lost behind it.

"Don't worry, I'll protect your life. When it comes to killing dwarves, only the greenskins can match the number Caledo kills."

Although Imrik had great confidence, he was still ridiculed by the Glory Star Dragon.

"But the opposite is also true. Our compatriots who died at the hands of the dwarves are hard to match even Druzi."

Shaking his head and sighing at this inappropriate remark, it was impossible to say that he had no estrangement against the dwarf at all.

But in the final analysis, the origin of the Long Beard War is the conflict between elves. It would be a bit unreasonable to rely entirely on them.

"Let's go. The Battle of Longbeard has overdrawn too much of both sides' strength. The final beneficiary is Malekith's dead dog. It's unlucky to say the least."

Feeling a little puzzled, Imric spat on the ground. It was a pity that Malekith didn't spit on the face last time when he was running for his life.

A skilled pulling movement jumped on the back of Yaoxinglong. Looking at Sklarzak, who still had some scars next to him, he said worriedly,
"But if we have to fight vampires, can you do it with your crippled appearance?"

"You don't need so much nonsense. What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger."

Although Sklarzak's injuries could not be healed in a short period of time, through some unknown means, in addition to the broken dragon horn and the gap in the palm, flesh sprouts had actually sprouted.

This situation makes Imric secretly interesting. Sure enough, the dragon that can dominate an area has something. The physical brute force that crushes the mountain, the terrifying rapid healing speed, and the excellent use of the terrain. This time the effort was not in vain.

The three of them flew towards the west, still passing by the Red Eye Mountain along the way. The night goblins that originally came out in large groups had disappeared, leaving only a few scattered goblins following the path of the large army, picking up shit and playing with it.

Their short stature, cowardly and crazy character make these farts the lowest level of green-skinned society, but once they gather in large numbers, they can also become a nightmare for the village.

One spirit and two dragons have no interest in the grunt. Unless they meet on the battlefield, it is impossible to pay attention to this vile microorganism.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere a little, or because he was more interested in Sklarzak's past, Imrik opened the topic.

"I heard from Ingersolls that he met your father once. When did this happen?"

Skalazak said he didn't know how the dragons could have any family ties. It was already difficult to remember their names in such a long life.

Talking about the past with his old qualifications, "The first time I met his father was during the Great Invasion of Chaos. At that time, there was a colony in Caledor in what is now Tyrell. Minas Nir and I were ordered to deal with it. The Chaos Barbarian met Elliot once. As for the second meeting, it was during the Battle of Longbeard."

Yao Xing Long, who was showing off his qualifications, seemed a little proud. The giant dragon also had social characteristics similar to those of the dwarves. The older he got, the more majestic he became. Even if he slept for half of his life, he still had a long beard in the shape of a dragon.

But Sklarzak had no similar concept and did not notice Ingersolls's sense of pride. He only explained some of his life events.

"My father... was relatively safe in the World's Edge Mountains at that time, but since the war between the elves and the dwarves broke out, he had no choice but to go to the Mourn Mountains and become neighbors with the ogres."

"Then what?" Imrik found it a bit interesting. Assuming that Sklarzak came from the Mourn Mountains, there would be quite a lot of scenery along the way.

"He died in the hands of an ogre tyrant. As a young man, I could only hide towards the north, looking for the protection of the frost dragon." Sklarzak was reluctant to explain these things, especially about the situation in mourning. Regarding the mountains, I chose to skip this experience briefly.

"After gaining the ability to hunt alone, I returned here from the Mournful Mountains, and many things happened along the way."

He glanced at Imric and seemed to know what he wanted to ask, "Burial Ground, I suggest you don't get close to this place. It has become an absolute forbidden area for life. Vampires will occasionally send people to Warrag The fortress holds evil rituals and only dares to dig out shallow remains. Ignorant people passing by may only hear vague neighing, but if it is you..."

Thinking of Imrik's bloodline and the power he might have, Sklarzak thought it would be best to stop him from going.

"This is something that must be done. I have sworn an oath to purify the souls of all trapped dragons in the Boneyard."

"I hope you understand what you are doing..."

The bloody dragon, who was playing riddles, refused to answer anything about the Bone Burial Ground. He didn't like that place. In addition to symbolizing the end of life, it had also become a twisted paradise of life.

If the soul can be considered life...

After repeated inquiries to no avail, Imric could only choose to give up and consider whether to organize manpower to scout the Boneyard first.

The baggage thrown to the dwarf ranger was actually urging Thorgrin to implement the plan to recover the Eight Peaks Mountain as soon as possible, preferably within this hundred years.

If the High King still cannot give an accurate answer, he will start planning an expedition to the Badlands. Even if it is for the Dragon Horn and the exchange of the Eight Peaks Mountain for the remains of Caledor II, this operation must be carried out. On the agenda.

He stretched out on Yao Xing Long's back and looked up at Xie Yue Moslieb, who was getting closer to the ground. He knew that the war would be in two days at the latest, and the vampire would not miss the period of rising chaos energy.

Suddenly something occurred to me, so I continued to ask Sklarzak,
"I heard that there is also a giant dragon in Longya Castle. Do you recognize it?"

"If you are asking Gragg, I do know him, but it was already a thousand and three hundred years ago. He seemed to have died at the hands of a dwarf king."

"it's a pity."

(End of this chapter)