Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Since the eldest son of the ancient saint intervened on the battlefield, the pace of the holy war expedition has been further delayed.

When the Holy Grail encounters the Ancient Blood Warrior, the expedition encounters the Cold Lizard Rider, the Remains encounter the Resurrection Crystal, and the serfs encounter Thoros, a war far more cruel than the imagination of humans in the old world officially begins.

The Lake Fairy's invincible command tactics are completely ineffective when facing the lizard people.

These cold and savage scaly creatures have no normal tactical planning at all. Under the leadership of Lord Ku·Gha, they directly crush the backbone of humans with unstoppable frontal strikes.

Behemoth, a rare war beast in the old world, in the minds of the Bretonnians, even if the massive northern barbarians invade, there will only be two or three war mammoths following them.

But when the red-tailed tyrannosaurus appeared with more than ten of its compatriots, the Holy Grail Knights, who were proud of killing beasts, couldn't help but wonder how many terrifying creatures these cold-blooded creatures had raised.

In Jurassic Park, this is jokingly called the most powerful tactic of the lizard people, and it was used to its fullest extent by Ku Ga.

The lizard lord discovered that the hot-blooded species could withstand Thorosh's big club, mostly due to the unknown corpse held on the wooden frame. Under the protection of the shining golden corpse, the hot-blooded species who had lost their courage were still able to hold their own. few minutes.

But after the beasts of war are being thrown in, a triceratops piercing the body of a horse-riding hotblood, and a tyrannosaurus tearing through fancy flags, everything becomes extremely simple.

Attack directly to the coastline by point Arrancar, taking advantage of the hot-blooded species' unfamiliarity with the eldest son of the ancient sage, crushing the enemy in one fell swoop.

The second-generation Slann Lord with a blue body was drowsy, and the noisy battlefield could not disturb his meditation. These hot-blooded spellcasters were too weak for him.

The saints gathered their minds to resist the magic of the Slann lord. There were hundreds of pure girls, led by the prophetess, forming a whirlpool in the sky. With the permission of the lady, lightning that could crush the army of cold-blooded creatures would fall. .

But Lord Slan just squinted his eyes and raised his palms, supreme divine power forming in his mind.

The greatest first-generation Slan was a sacred being responsible for assisting the ancient saints in adjusting the orbit of the planet. Although the second-generation Slan did not have such power, its mission was to adjust the continents and oceans.

The annihilation of the army and the adjustment of the continental shelf were non-comparable events, which made Lord Slann feel troubled. He just wanted to quickly eliminate the hot-blooded species who did not obey the big plan.

The whirlpool in the sky returned to calm, and thunder fell, but it was not aimed at the lizardmen, but at the Bretonnians who were waiting for the lady's miracle.

Countless rays of thunder flashed at the junction of the sky and the ground. The beams of light as thick as buckets only made people feel desperate. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

Those saints who stared wide-eyed and were in disbelief at Slann's magical power. After remaining surprised for a moment, without exception, all their heads exploded and scattered on the ground like watermelons.

If we use an inappropriate metaphor to compare the world to a system, the Chaos Gods are intruders that are difficult to deal with, while Slann is the defender with extremely powerful authority.

And these saints who use poor magic are just a group of low-level system learners. It is easy for the second-generation Slan to erase them.

There was no progress in magic. On the level of physical confrontation, the lizardmen, who had giant horned vipers as their guides, focused their attacks on the hot-blooded ones on horseback. Whenever a hot-blooded creature with a golden sword in his hand appeared, he would often be greeted by an ancient blood warrior riding a tyrannosaurus.

The lady's divine power is invincible against evil creatures. After piercing the tough skin of the Tyrannosaurus, it only made the ancient predator more furious and aimed its big mouth at the thin hot-blooded creature.

The melee continues, and the Tilean city-state legions provide long-range support for the holy war. A large number of muskets and crossbows from the Malorian Chamber of Commerce are aimed at the cold-blooded species. No matter who the original owner of these weapons is, as long as the trigger is pulled, a fatal arc of death will The line will emerge.

What makes the Tilean people despair is that the projectiles sold by the Malorian Chamber of Commerce are sworn to be able to pierce any armor. When faced with the black armor covering the surface of the lizard men, they often only leave a shallow dent. And some who are unlucky can only leave scratches.

Cursing the dwarves for the unfairness of their weapons, the Tyrells chose to support the holy war in their own way, and immediately ran away, preparing to return to the fortress protected by the city wall to fight against the cold-blooded creatures.

As the commander of the Holy War, the Duke of Bastogne had reason to angrily curse the Tyrells for their betrayal, but at this moment he no longer had the energy to pay attention to the situation on the battlefield.

An ancient blood warrior who was much larger than a normal lizard man raised his left index finger made of pure gold and made an invitation for duel on the back of the red-tailed tyrannosaurus.

"Davion, stay away from this ancient blood warrior. He is not an opponent you can defeat..." The voice of the fairy in the lake made the Duke of Bastogne smile bitterly. The reality would never allow him to leave.

The battle line has almost collapsed under the pressure of the behemoth legion. From time to time, noble Pegasus falls from the sky. The vultures that were revered in Bretonnia are like chickens waiting to be slaughtered when facing the bloody dragon Sklarzak. The half-gryphon knight who came out of nowhere stopped the Holy Grail Knight from trying to push back.

If he, as the coach, leaves, it means that the Holy War has failed. At that time, the Great Master of the Great Horned Viper Elf, who has raised his will to fight, will use a navy far more powerful than Bretonnia to directly land on the territory of the Knight Kingdom.

Whether it was a shameful reprieve or a glorious end, the Duke of Bastogne chose the latter.

He stood on horseback, took off his helmet to reveal his angular and resolute face, pointed the blessed lance in his hand at the lizardman war lord, and his hoarse roar resounded in every corner of the battlefield.

“Davion Bastogne, in the name of my lady, declares to the cold-blooded creatures who believe in barbaric gods that all enemies of Bretonnia will die under my lance!

For the ladies! For Bretonnia! "

"For the lady! For Bretonnia!" The knights roared, making the battle line barely stable. This made Davion know that the only chance to reverse the situation was to defeat the lizardman lord.

Of course, Ku Gar didn't know Davion's intention, nor did he understand what the hot-blooded war cry meant.

But some experiences still let him know that the best choice at this moment is to answer the call of the warrior and tell the name of the lizardman war lord.

But Ku Gar did not do this. He only summoned Quimok to crush him forward. The lizard people had no concept of fair competition. They were serving the big plan by eliminating their opponents as quickly as possible.

Soon after, the god's spear pierced the chest of the heroic knight, leaving only a place of despair... (End of this chapter)