Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 1059 The Attacking Prince

Above the majestic city gate modeled after an ancient dragon, a breeze with a trace of blood smell blew by, raising the long golden hair of Prince Caledor.

Drachnir stood alone at the city gate for a long time. The attendants all vaguely guessed the prince's mood. In an important war that decided the fate of the kingdom, he was unable to participate because of his father's order.

This must be a great tragedy for any blood descendant who intends to prove enough to inherit the family honor.

"I feel a kind of sadness from the singing of the wind..."

"Your Highness?" Qenir, the son of the Dragon Lord Champion Warrior and the chief attendant of Prince Caledor.

He stood behind the prince. Although he didn't know the deep meaning of Drachnir's words, he couldn't help but nodded and said: "Yes, tragedies are happening all the time in Ulthuan today, but you, who have such power, stay behind because of your noble status. At the giant dragon gate.

But the prince will surely defeat Malekith and end the eternal tragedy. "

"Really..." Draconir murmured. He felt the fluctuations in the distance. Elvis, who would rather die than be humiliated, summoned Nakai with himself as a sacrifice.

But the son of Harlandur only needs one word. Even if his father orders Prince Caledor to stay at the Dragon Gate, Draknir will disobey the king's order and personally stop the incarnation of Kane.

Now that things have happened, is it still necessary to go...

"Quenir, if Elvis died at the hands of Drucci because of you, what would you do?"

Kunir was stunned for a moment, then remained thoughtfully silent for a long time, and said with a sad tone.

"Although I don't like that he always orders us in the name of the snake god, he is a respectable person. If he dies because of me, I will kill the Druzi who killed him and spend my whole life making up for this regret.

I'm sorry that my oath to you does not allow me to freely choose my life. "

"It doesn't matter. Emotions and responsibilities are always contradictory. Maybe I should be willful sometimes..."

"what do you mean?"

Drachnir nodded slowly and spoke to his trusted attendant in a calm tone.

"Elvis died trying to stop Tyrion. As the future lord of Hallandur, I have the obligation to avenge my subject.

To hell with those damn princely responsibilities! All I long for is victory, a victory without any sacrifice! "

Qunir lowered his head when Draknir's tone changed. He thought that he could not interfere with the prince's thoughts. Since persuasion was useless, why not act willfully.

After all, Caledor will be succeeded by him in the end. Drachnir has the right to request this, and he must personally participate.

"Yes, your will."

The elite soldiers of the Dragon Gate began to assemble as quickly as possible. Although Elvis had brought out most of the troops, the elite soldiers loyal to Drachnir never left.

As the prince with the highest expectations in history, there are countless elves willing to be loyal to Drachnir. During his rule, hundreds of elite warriors who were famous in Caledor voluntarily joined the retinue.

And the prince's expectations for these warriors have never been disappointed. The best horses and armor, as long as they can be satisfied within the scope of power, he will try his best to give these "rangers" a sense of belonging.

The long-term training has allowed the prince to have a group of attendants specializing in all kinds of battles. There are many types but everyone is elite, from the dragon prince to the archer.

After the attendants were assembled, the Dragon Gate did not open. Drachnir, standing at the front, guided Ulthuan's steady magical wind, allowing the energy that was originally like a stream to gather into a sea of ​​waves, and the violent wind raged. The call of the Chaos Demon Realm can be vaguely heard.

The dragon mage's attendants, who collaborated with the prince to cast spells, used Caledor's unique magic very quickly to prevent the Chaos Demon Realm from prying into the Dragon Gate.

Even in the ancient times before the establishment of the Maelstrom, only a few archmages could cast this combat-level magic.

Today, they may witness a miracle and turn the tide of the war with their personal power.

The staff was shaped from the iron of the stars, and was a red iron embryo that had just been released under the influence of the wind of magic in Drachnir's hand. When the wind of magic reached the critical point, an intense flash of light that could not open their eyes flashed in front of everyone, and a huge A roaring sound came from his ears.

With a buzzing sound, Kunir opened his eyes and saw a battlefield full of wreckage and bloodstains.

And the familiar mascot of the Knights, Pakar, was beating Druchi beside him with a hammer like crazy. Judging from the bloody scars all over the giant lizard's body, the battle was not as easy as imagined.

Elvis...Quenir vaguely understood the meaning of the prince's words. It turned out that the Grand Master used himself as a sacrifice to summon the incarnation of Sotek.

But is it all worth it...

Throwing aside the staff that turned into molten iron, Drachnir gave an order to the chief attendant.

"Quenir, lead the attendants to support."

Kunir immediately understood what the prince wanted to do, and he wanted to persuade him from the bottom of his heart. The meaning of a servant is to protect the master, not to let the master lead the way.

But when he saw the stern side face that looked exactly like His Highness the Prince, all his persuasion turned into anger and hatred.

"Yes! In your name, we will bring death to Druzi!"

"Um."

After responding softly, Draconir turned his attention to Pakal. He could clearly see the fierce battle between Kane's incarnation and Sotek's incarnation, but he was not prepared to provide immediate support.

Even if they join the siege of Tyrion, it still takes time to deal with the Sword of Kane, so you might as well focus on the other people.

For example...the witch Heliben bathed in Assur's blood.

When the teleportation spell allowed a group of thousands of attendants to arrive on the battlefield, even a crazy person like Heliben knew that the battle situation had changed. He temporarily put aside the massacre of Assur soldiers and chose to approach the God of Faith.

The witch is extremely fast, and even by the standards of elves, Heliben's movement skills are unparalleled in the world.

But there was always someone faster than her. The appearance of a golden dragon-patterned shield forced Hurley to block it with her double swords.

When the shield slowly fell, Heliben saw a face that seemed very familiar. She had faced the Lords of Caledor countless times, sometimes in bloody battles, and sometimes in narrow escapes.

But there is no doubt that she won in the end, and Heliben also believed that the gods would be on her side this time.

The witch's voice was as sharp as a knife, filled with viciousness and bloodlust, "Dracnir? I thought Imric would protect you very well and hide you in the deepest cellar of the Dragon Gate until the war is over." It's moldy, so you took over the identities and wills of those dead people, and fought like an ant against the great bloody-handed god."

"But it's a pity that you will never see that day... Witch Heliben. All the harm you caused to Caledor will be settled by me!" (End of this chapter)