Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The Colonian Knight Arena is the largest man-made battle venue in the entire old world. Compared to the Yankees who decided to build temporary shacks to determine the barbaric customs of tribal warlords, Grandpa Knight's taste was undoubtedly much higher.

In a venue large enough to accommodate a hundred knights charging in melee, King Raun announced the arrival of a group of terrifying elves under the gaze of his fellow dukes.

"Children of Bretonnia, loyal followers of the Lady, today we unite under the guidance of Morgiana, the nymph of the lake, to listen to the Lady's oracle.

Since Gilles unified Bretonnia, we have experienced countless twists and turns and tribulations, each time with the stubborn resistance of the heroic knights. Thanks to our gift, the ten principalities stand proudly.

We have had disputes in the past hundred years, and our different understandings of the doctrine of ladies have made us fight each other with swords and guns, but we have always been Bretonnians, descendants of the noble Holy Grail Knights, and every noble has the blood of the honor of their ancestors flowing in their bodies. .

The elven army has arrived, and their terrible dragons cover the sky. Under the guidance of the miserable monarch, they vainly hope to win the false glory of their ancestors... The lady is protecting Bretonnia, giving us enough time to fight against the enemies from the island. Elf.

They are powerful, with countless magics, magical weapons, ferocious beasts, and strong ships and cannons, but Bretonnia..."

The Lionheart King drew the Sword of Coloni. This sword was made of the best mithril of Baator and quenched in the lake of the great forest. Whenever the king stood under the sun and declared the lady's will, the refracted light was enough. Confusing enemy vision.

The bright light reflected on the cheeks of knights hundreds of meters away. Knights from all over Bretonnia felt the gaze of divine will.

"Ma'am...I saw her."

"Ma'am, ma'am, my everything!"

The dispute caused by Erd Cape may be temporarily dormant at Lawn. Through the mouth of Morgiana, the knights will face the elves with the same hatred.

The lake fairy floats above the mist, with long golden hair and an olive branch symbolizing peace and love. Her flawless ankles are exposed to the air, but no one appreciates this beauty.

Every knight is looking for the Lady of the Lake, and it is said that this most outstanding of the prophetesses is the incarnation of the lady in the mortal world.

In the light refracted by the silver sword, Morgiana slowly spoke, and the peaceful and clear voice flowed into people's hearts like a lake.

"Knights, noble and heroic knights, I have learned of the Lady's will. Everyone who has done heroic deeds to protect Bretonnia can find the possibility to go to the Lady's Holy Land!"

this……

Dull breaths were heard one after another in the arena. Too many kingdom knights could not leave behind the territory left by their families and could only give up their adventure to protect their homeland. However, they also always drank the water of the Holy Grail and got the chance to get closer to the lady.

Fanaticism, jihad, declaration...

Morgiana was very satisfied with the countless passionate sounds. The only threat now was the Phoenix King who still maintained a high degree of mystery... The lady was very afraid of him.

As for Prince Caledor, who foolishly sent several teams of envoys to Cologne to declare a declaration of war, no one took him seriously.

When the crowd is excited, there will always be someone who likes to sing the opposite. Usually such a person will have his head pressed down and told to shut up immediately and not interfere with the spread of the lady's will.

But if the person has pointed ears and the person accompanying him holds the flaming phoenix flag, some changes will occur.

"Fellow knights, how about you first listen to the thoughts of the hypocritical elves in your mouth, and then consider the Holy War?"

Kuran did not carry the scarlet death that never left his body. He looked around the knight monkeys up and down the arena with a playful look. Black Hand couldn't wait!

Aralos and Morgiana looked at each other. Although their calm gazes did not change, it was obvious that they knew each other and did not show any surprise.

But Morgiana still frowned. As a lady, she knew the true identity of the gods she believed in... and couldn't let the elves mess around.

The Holy Grail guards who were always following the Lake Fairy, at Morgiana's signal, slowly walked towards the arena gate, pure golden sword light emerging from the sheath little by little.

"Aralos, don't you plan to say anything." Kuran crossed his chest and watched more than a dozen Holy Grail guards approaching, his teasing eyes never changed, and he was already a little relieved.

"My mission is to declare His Majesty's will. How to get the plan to this point is a matter between you and Kazuoin."

"In the past, I would have immediately killed you idiot for misinterpreting the monarch's order, but now... I hope you will not regret it."

Kuran clamped a gemstone on his collar with his fingers, and the volume-amplifying spell that he had already prepared went through the air unbridled, spreading his voice to everyone's ears.

"Ron Leo Cornwall, you are always looking for answers, and this time, we are here with the answers."

The Holy Grail guards speeded up their pace, hoping to quickly deal with this group of heretics. Only Raun frowned after hearing Kulan's words, as if he was thinking about something.

In just a few seconds, a vulture wearing the coat of arms of the Cologne Lion rushed down from the sky and stopped in front of the Holy Grail guard.

Under Morgiana's puzzled and angry gaze, Raun said in a deep voice: "Batonnia is not a barbaric northern barbarian or elf pirate. They did not show any hostility, and they should have come with the order of the Phoenix King. I have an obligation to listen to what they have to say.”

"You..." Morgiana was anxious. For the first time, she felt that the knights who could be used at will were like hard stones. The prerequisite for honor was to abide by some noble moral character. The elves had not yet declared war.

Even though everyone knew that Kuran and others were not here to give gifts, the Bretonnians still wanted to hear it.

The Mirror of the Lake Lady appears in Morgiana's hands, and she must do something to prevent things from developing in the most embarrassing direction.

Deep and unintelligible language floats out from the fairy's mouth, and the light of malice, which can turn those who disrespect ladies into frogs, is Morgiana's best trick.

Kazuoin can't speak, and Aralos won't betray...the only target is that Druzi!

The light floated out from the pure and flawless mirror, and under Morgiana's increasingly bright chant, it seemed that it was about to reach Kuran, who was not very proficient in magic.

But someone moved. Kadroin, holding the flaming phoenix flag, gently shook the holy object from Ulthuan, and his dry lips opened slightly.

A cold voice like the murmuring of the other side floated out of Kazuoin's mouth, and the indifferent gaze only made Morgiana feel cold in her side bones.

"quiet."

Under Asuryan's cold gaze, the biggest obstacle was removed, and a secret letter was handed over to Alaros.

When Alalos roughly scanned the strong and powerful handwriting on the surface of this expensive silk, he felt sweat gradually appear on his forehead.

He glanced at Kuran and Kazuoin in disbelief, their expressions filled with suspicion... and a hint of fear.

"This... you."

Kuran stood beside Aralos, his eyes still looking around the Bretonnians, his tone calm.

"You only have one chance to prove your loyalty, Araloth...to prove Asrai's worth to the Phoenix King, or to say that the blood oath you swore to Her Majesty was just to survive."

Countless thoughts flashed through Aralos's mind, and he attacked Kadroin who controlled Morgiana, allowing the Lake Fairy to cast spells to resolve the crisis.

Or tear up this handwriting in public, return to Athel Loren and prepare to face... No, if I disobey orders, that madman will not hesitate to destroy anyone who threatens his rule.

With cold sweat on his forehead, he gritted his teeth and read word for word the oracle with the phoenix flame mark on the back.

"In the name of Asuryan, the supreme god of elf creation and creator of Mandala, the lady you believe in in Bretonnia is Lilith, the moon girl of our race... I inherit the legacy of the late king and shoulder the great responsibility of the elf race. , vowing to liquidate the traitors hidden in history.

Lilith, the daughter of the hunting god Kunos and the mother goddess Elsa.

Crime 1: Conspiracy to split the elves during the Great Invasion of Chaos, deceiving Malekith, the son of Aenarion, the then Prince of Nagaryth, to fight against the Phoenix King, and actually attempted to usurp the rule of Ulthuan through murder. .

Crime 2: Lure our Caledor ancestor, the Conqueror King, into boarding a mortal ship. We were attacked and killed by Druchi assassins, keeping the elves divided in order to shamelessly pursue their selfish desires.

Sin three, sin four, sin five... sin twenty-two..."

The more Araloth talked, the colder his heart grew. Imric was throwing all the problems that were not conducive to the unification of the elves to Lilith. Who the hell would think that Malekith's betrayal was entirely Lilith's responsibility.

But Kuran nodded from time to time and closed his eyes in deep pain. He must have thought that most of the stigma of the former monarch had been washed away, and he was slightly touched...

Amid the surprised, puzzled, and doubtful looks of all the Bretonnian knights, Araros finally mentioned what Lilith had done in the old world two thousand years ago.

"Crime 31: Deceiving the humans of the old world, threatening eternal enslavement of souls, concealing the name of God and establishing the Holy Grail faith..." (End of Chapter)