Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Holy Grail Church...Motelius, do you think we should pay homage to this lady?"

At the junction of the plain and the lake, in the refreshing moonlight, the Elf Knight strolled on the quiet grass. He had no intention of hiding his identity. Although the Caledor Armor was severely damaged in the battle with the four rat-like demons and had been sent to the Val Anvil for emergency maintenance, it did not mean that Imrick could not come here in the Phoenix King's regular clothes...

Of course, every Phoenix King can customize a unique red-gold scale armor wing helmet in the Val Anvil. Although it is not as good as those artifacts that have been passed down through the ages, it is definitely not a defective product. In other words, it is all exchanged for the lives of Caledor women in the past...

The proud dragon lord will naturally not continue the tradition that he used to dislike. Even if the red-gold scale armor is placed in the royal court, he is unwilling to try it on once.

On the regular clothes, there is a golden thread embroidery with the pattern of blazing phoenix. This robe, which is loved by the Phoenix King, is made by the hands of the best craftsmen in Avalon and with precious materials provided by Athel Loren. Except that it is not as reliable as conventional armor against physical attacks, it almost meets all of Imrik's needs.

The most basic point is that the blood will evaporate automatically, which alone makes the Phoenix King very satisfied.

The edge of the dragon-shaped horse armor is inlaid with many small gems, and a huge fist-sized ruby ​​hangs on the neck of Mortelius. The firm mount whines. It doesn't know the master's attitude towards the Lady Church, but the tone sounds like disgust.

The whining sound makes Imrik smile slightly, and he strokes the head of the firm mount through the horse armor.

"Let's go, let me see the style of the Bretonnian knight."

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"Kruber?! You didn't betray!"

Marcus, carrying a bag of precious treasures, is anxious to find the source of the chaos. Although he has eaten sugar-coated bullets for three days, it doesn't mean that he will forget some things.

If he dared to kneel down in front of the Holy Grail, Judith would fly over from Kislev in three days and take off the soldier's head to use as a chamber pot.

In order to make up for the losses of the past few days, Marcus had to tearfully inquire about the church's property storage point. After feeling the vibration from the ground, he knew that he had to take action.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he knocked out two gatekeepers and borrowed a few treasures from the church based on his experience of visiting the treasury of the Erengrad Embassy for a long time.

Since the prophetess said that his ancestors were Bretonnian nobles, they must have donated a lot of money to the church. Marcus just took it back, how could it be considered stealing.

Victor looked at Marcus at the corner of the corridor in surprise. He really thought that the soldier could not bear the temptation and was ready to be a grandfather.

When he saw the clanging sound of the bag of objects moving, he immediately understood that this guy was pretending to be confused. He had been enjoying the benefits of the Bretonnians for the past three days, and he didn't forget to touch them before leaving.

"Oh, Marcus, come and help."

"You can always trust old Kruber, Sienna."

Marcus, who tied up the treasure, naturally drew out his great sword. He found a sword that looked good in the treasure house. Although he couldn't understand the inscriptions on the surface, he thought it was good, at least better than the previous one.

The blade easily cut through the body of a ranger knight. In the shocked pupils of the young noble boy, Marcus effortlessly shattered the steel armor and made the knight loyal in front of the lady.

The witch hunters and mages were enthusiastic. The former was unhappy about being locked up in the dungeon, and the latter had the fire of Aksha in his mind and just wanted to set fire to have fun.

Only Bardin had a slight complaint about this practice, and kept muttering when he used his shield to block the flashing beam shot by the saint.

"It doesn't seem right for us to do this. After all, this is also the territory of the gods... You know, we always have to be in awe of strange things. Valaya warned the dwarves to understand moderation."

"Don't talk nonsense, dwarf brother! We didn't harm anyone when we set foot on the land of Bretonnia, and we also solved a beastman warband, but they actually used swords to repay the help of their fellow humans.

Serve Sigmar and kill them!"

"Okay, tough guy, who made Sigmar an imperial man."

The complaining dwarf, just like the long beard in the inherent impression that cannot be crossed, just standing alone in the corridor, relying on a shield and a not-so-strong chain mail, can block the attack of the pilgrims alone.

His shield technique is superb. Whenever the defense is successful, he can also take out a gap to hit the enemy with the edge. Although it is not fatal, creating space is far more important than some casualties.

The prophetess did not appear at the first time, and no one knew what she was planning, which made Victor think that the possibility of escape increased a little.

This church is not very big, and there is no holy place around. If the prophetess did not take action, the biggest threat would be the Kingdom Knights who came to inquire and the Adventure Knights who set up cash before. It would be difficult for the Holy Grail Grandpa to get out of Montforge...

But a golden light passed through the brim of the witch hunter's hat, and the sharp light cut the hard wall of the church like butter, and cut off the Akshay fire flashing on Sienna's head.

The old man without a helmet walked slowly to the escape exit of the five little strong men with a vicissitudes of life. His godly eyes and wrinkled face showed a great contrast. His shriveled body could hardly support the heavy plate chain mail, but no one would doubt the powerful power contained in that thin body.

Kerillian tried to shoot an arrow, but before it reached the knight, it was cut off by the long sword and fell to the ground.

The knight walked slowly with a sword, and every step he took seemed like a god pressing closer, causing the pressure on the shoulders of the five people to rise suddenly.

"Imperians, dwarves, elves... you have desecrated the lady's territory!"

"Holy Grail Guards... are in trouble." Victor squinted his eyes to observe the knights, trying to find weaknesses in the old body. Each Holy Grail Guard is the best among the Holy Grail Knights. When they grow old, they volunteer to guard the Lady's Holy Land until death. .

These saints never appear in the Empire's occasional disputes with Bretonnia, but every rumor suggests they are more ferocious than the human charioteer Grail Knights.

Victor tried to swing his sword, using the cover of pistol bullets to poke a hole in the eye socket of the Holy Grail guard. However, the sword grid that could block most attacks in the past lost its effect at this time and turned into a black shadow under the power of the knight. Hit the wall.

Not as powerful as those monsters... there is still a chance.

The witch hunter, who had fought against many legendary lords, had rich experience in fighting powerful enemies, and he quickly came up with a method.

The dwarves stalked and held back, and he and Marcus moved around to guerrilla. Although it would be more effective to incorporate the elves' bows and arrows into the plan, he did not want the elves to get involved.

"Marcus..."

Before the witch hunter could issue an order, the big-headed soldier had been slapped into the air by the knight with a shield blow. As for Bardin, he could only rely on his shield to fight back, and he had no chance to fight back.

"Tough guy, we... are having a hard time."

Badin felt that the shield was hit by a troll instead of a wizened old man's sword. Why did he encounter such trouble after coming out of the mountain? This knight must not be simple.

In three minutes, everyone except Victor fell in the rubble of the ruins, and the knight's sword of golden light also aimed at the witch hunter.

The guard of the Holy Grail said in a sonorous and forceful tone: "You are still useful to ladies. I will not kill you, but you must atone for this mistake for the rest of your life."

"Really, but unfortunately, they already have a backer..."

The calm male voice came out, causing the knight's pupils to vibrate suddenly. He didn't notice anyone approaching at all!

A sword without any flashy decorations bypassed the witch hunter's body and slowly moved towards the Holy Grail guard... (End of this chapter)