Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 890 Would rather die than be humiliated

I am Imrik, the leader of Caledor, the oldest kingdom in Ulthuan, and the famous hawk among the three elves.

The first thing I do when I wake up every day is to break away from the bear hug of the maid, rummage through the magic stone on the bedside table, and check whether Princess Adira of Tyranloc and Alarielle, the Eternal Queen of Avalon, have sent an oracle.

After breakfast, he continued to practice his martial arts with Yoneyama and Ocasitas, to avoid being provoked by some ignorant boys. Because he was unfamiliar with martial arts in a high position, he could not hold the spear in his hand firmly and made a joke of letting his subordinates get ahead of him.

After handling government affairs, he would chat and quarrel with Minas Nir in his free time. The greatest pleasure in his life was teasing dragons. Not one of the dragons awakened in Caledor has escaped its poisonous claws.

If I had a choice, I would like to be surrounded by a bunch of dragons instead of a blind dragon prince.

But now, the champion warrior of Eternal Peak, nicknamed Dragon Slayer, is in conflict with the high-level Dragon Prince, the backbone of Caledor. He threatens that if the elves do not apologize, the dwarves will not mind changing the name of Dragon Slayer to Dragon Slayer...

Support me with five hundred dragons. When I seize Fenubar's bird position, kill Malekith, obtain the power of Asuryan, and become the destined Phoenix King, Tyrion's position as war lord will naturally become yours. None other than.

If there are another five hundred, the position of regent of Ulthuan can only be held by you.

The above is purely Imrik's own imagination. It has been ten minutes since the conflict at the camp gate. The two parties' violent tempers made the Dragon Prince, who originally wanted to mediate, sit back and watch, and shouted at Mimul to fuck this trash dwarf. a lesson.

As long as he is not beaten to death, and we jointly submit a letter to the prince to take responsibility together, and the law does not punish everyone, everything will be fine.

Expecting plans and words to alleviate thousands of years of deep-seated hatred, it is better to hope that the Sigma War Priest will have long shining golden hair, which is a whimsical mentality.

In the young dragon prince's passionate eyes, Imrik poured a bucket of cold water on him.

"Just stay here."

Whether they win or lose has nothing to do with the overall situation. The short-term conflict will soon be transferred from the long-cherished wish of the race to the greenskins. There will be no dwarves leaving the greenskins unkilled and turning to the elves to cause trouble.

This honest and unabashed thought made Imric sigh, even though he expected that when the Eternal Peak army arrived, there would definitely be a big storm.

"Stop it, don't tell me that you want to fight this Noglin."

"Your Highness, look at Mimul's actions..."

It seems that Thor Green the Mustache is not willing to hand over the leadership to the elves.

Just fight, as long as no one is killed, there is always a way to weaken the dwarves.

The general meaning is, how can Mimul get in? You should give me the opportunity.

But is it all the fault of Prince Long? Not entirely true. The leader of the dwarf army who joined forces with the dragon kingdom Caledor was nicknamed the Dragon Killer.

And the elves will not risk the punishment for rebelling against military orders and go out of their way to fight with the dwarves.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the young high-level dragon prince Abu Yudi who had just entered the camp and was excited to fight. Imrik motioned to sit down and talk, looking for a sense of presence all day long, for fear that someone would not know that he had a dragon companion.

The two sides had a friendly exchange. After a full exchange of views, some dragon princes who could not get involved expressed dissatisfaction and secretly conveyed information to the prince.

Continuing to pick his nails with the dagger, Imrik seemed indifferent to the conflict between the two sides.

"It's a very good idea, so..."

Abu Yudi nodded with difficulty. This was a good opportunity. Dwarves regarded elves as targets of hatred. Don't elves have a similar situation? The reputation of defeating the champion warrior of Eternal Peak is enough to establish the status of a new high-level dragon prince.

Abu Yudi panicked and took the tea brought by Phyllis...the eldest sister. The shadow of his childhood seemed to be flooding back into his heart. He could only lower his head slightly in the eyes of the maid and stared at the monarch on the throne with longing eyes. ,

Abu Yudi could not sit still, his body kept shaking, and the sound of creaking wooden chairs kept coming from the originally quiet camp.

This made Imrik very dissatisfied, he put down his dagger and scolded sternly,

"Now, let me check the situation. If Mimul wins, bring me Noglin."

"What if Mimul loses?" Abu Yudi carefully expressed his thoughts, eager for a possibility to appear. But as Imric tilted his head, the young man's thoughts were completely shattered.

"Occasites, you shouldn't mind fighting against the champion warrior of Eternal Peak."

Like a sculpture of armor, there was a sound of metal friction, like a sharp weapon that had been laid aside for thousands of years, flashing in advance when it was functioning.

The voice of the legendary warrior was slightly cold, "This is my honor, Your Highness."

As Abu Yudi sent back the news of Mimul's defeat, with Imrik's expected expression, Occestes slowly walked out of the camp with a sharp blade and shield.

Killing greenskins or ratmen was just a matter of duty in his eyes, but when it came to killing dwarves, the flames in his heart that had been silent for thousands of years surged up again.

The legendary warrior clearly remembered how his companions, the Star Dragon, were shot through the wings by rune ballistae, imprisoned by iron chains and wire mesh, and then faced the siege of a group of dwarf butchers.

In the end, he was dying and took himself to escape from the mountains, heading towards the end of his life.

The passage of time has made him somewhat forget the beautiful figure of his companion flying in the night sky, but what he can never forget is the boiling blood seeping into the dragon armor...

Noglin, who had just defeated Mimur, did not feel proud in his heart. The great ax in his hand chose to stop at the edge of the elf's head after shattering the strong shield of the Dragon Prince.

This dragon prince faced the battle in the most traditional way, giving up the dragons and war horses that were naturally disadvantaged by the dwarves. He stood upright with his feet on the ground, using his sword and shield as weapons to defend the glory of Caledor.

In the intelligence, the newly obtained tricks of the dragon princes did not appear. Even though Mimur had blood soaked between his teeth when fighting against the giant power of the dwarf, he still did not give up the ancient tradition and relied only on martial arts to fight against the dragon killer.

Mimul saw the giant axe, which was only five centimeters away from his head, and the blue runes that flickered like breathing, seeming to be thirsting for the blood of elves.

He sighed, knowing he had lost.

Dragon Slayer does have two brushes. It seems that although the number of dwarves has dropped sharply, the gold content required for some titles is still sufficient.

But it was impossible for the Dragon Prince to apologize.

Mimuor showed a hint of coldness and turned a blind eye to the giant ax that was about to fall on his head. There was no shame in life but no shame in death. Things that tarnished the family's honor could never be allowed to happen.

"If you don't want to be a butcher on Karak Khadra, then kill me and my family will remember what happened today and it will have nothing to do with the Dragon Court.

After His Highness fulfills our long-cherished wish, everything that happened in the past between Asul and the dwarves will finally be settled. "

"as you wish……"

Noglin kicked the ground with both feet, and two clearly visible spider web-like cracks appeared under the dwarf's feet. This brutal force was enough to show that the dwarf was prepared to provide the elf with a decent death.

The dwarves cannot accept the verbal insults of the elves, and the elves cannot accept the reality of losing to the dwarves. The conflicts ultimately need a way to resolve in order to enter the next stage of conflict.

At this stage, it seems that only the death of one of the parties involved can resolve the grievances accumulated over thousands of years.

The dwarf's giant ax didn't need to be raised again. In the face of Norglin's incredible martial arts, the five centimeters distance was enough to break through the defense of the dragon helmet and open the elf's head.

In Mimuor's increasingly cold and undisguised eyes of hatred, the distance between the giant ax and the dragon helmet became shorter and shorter. The giant dragon beside him had already opened its big mouth, preparing to provide the young boy with a breath as quickly as possible, but It seems too late...

As the dwarves cheered and Asul sighed silently, this young and vigorous dragon prince might have answered the call of Nisu and the Pale Queen before even decorating the dragon saddle with some patterns...

(End of this chapter)