Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Time is running out... God."

"I know, but he's not ready yet."

"Do you believe in the five mortals who only appeared once in the world line... The anchor of the Chaos Demon Realm, we need it."

"You still like to think too much, Kroka... Isn't it a miracle that I can respond to you now?"

Master K was silent, and his head looking up at the starry sky gradually drooped.

The dark fate is gradually approaching. According to the prediction of the first generation of Shilan, there may be only ten years left before the coronation of the last Eternal God Chosen.

But in these ten years, they still need to do a lot... destroy Skaven and crush the biggest hidden danger of this world.

Crush the evil moon and restore the clarity of the world's magic wind. Shilan can predict the future.

But all these... take time, and the ancient saint is still obsessed with Lilith.

"I need some help, God."

"Act according to your ideas, Kroka... I am not as old as the original Slan, you are the real leader of the lizardmen."

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When a huge green and yellow toad and a huge lizardman army inexplicably appeared in Goronni, the five little strong men were terrified.

Who could have expected that on the way to the beach to find a boat, a white light flashed in front of them, and a super lizardman with a height of four meters, muscles as hard as marble, and a flick of his tail made the ground crack.

"Can you beat him... Bardin." Marcus whispered softly. Although the monster in front of him was not as big as the northern trolls he had seen before, his momentum was completely crushed.

Can you imagine the oppression of a monster dragging a heavy shield of the city gate and charging, with a club in his hand that could crush the troll's skull, walking step by step in front of him.

Bardin lifted the meteorite oak shield in his hand, compared it with the three-meter-high heavy lapis lazuli shield in the hand of the big white lizard, and swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

"You know, tough guy, just like Salzpyre always reminds me, dwarves are not invincible.

There are always some monsters that are difficult to defeat... This guy's scales can probably be used as a shield. Cannons are better than using an axe to scrape the dust."

The only one among the five who had seen a lizardman was Victor. He had seen sporadic lizardmen in the giant horned viper station in Lauren Loren, most of which were giant lizards and skin lizards, and there were very few Thoros.

In order to show the temperament of a leader, the witch hunter stood fearlessly in front of the Shield of Generations raised by the big white lizard. According to the etiquette of the empire, he placed his right hand on his abdomen and his left hand behind his waist and bent over to greet.

"Salute you, powerful lizardman warrior."

The big white lizard stopped and scanned the five hot-blooded species with his copper bell-sized eyes. The great lord ordered him to invite the five people to the throne.

Lizardmen have no concept of such things. Kroka made a series of roaring hisses, which made Victor feel a little urgent, but he still maintained a greeting posture and did not show any intention of confrontation.

The accompanying lizard priest faithfully translated the original words of the great white lizard. Although the unique hoarse tone of the lizardmen was unpleasant, it could be vaguely distinguished.

"The great lord wants to see you. There is something important to tell you."

The great lord... Victor thought about it. It seemed that in the archives kept by the Silver Hammer, there was a record of a lizard lord traveling thousands of miles from Lustria to Kislev to eliminate vampires.

Maybe the elves want their allied lizardmen to participate in the war against Bretonnia... But in this case, is the empire in danger?

He was considering it, but the great white lizard would not give too much time. Gorok glanced at him, as if forcing the remaining few to make a decision.

Marcus was the first to follow his heart. He didn't want to eat the obsidian stick that was thicker than a man. It would definitely smash old Kruber into a pulp.

Victor was embarrassed by the surrender of one person after another. Where did the leader's face lie...

When the Shield of Generations fell and hit the broken stones until the chain mail made a crisp sound, Victor immediately raised his hands.

"In the name of Sigmar, I am honored to meet your great lord, the ancient race that the empire respects and protects the world."

He had the idea of ​​meeting the lizard man, but what he met in the end was surprising. Who can explain why there is a frog bigger than a house in this world?

In addition to the giant toad, the huge beasts also kept the witch hunters alert. The impact of these physical siege beasts was probably no less than that of steam tanks. With the defense of the empire...

"Don't be nervous, kid... I don't mean any harm."

A strange and old memory entered Victor's mind. He subconsciously looked around and finally saw the big grinning mouth on the face of the giant toad.

"You are... the great lord?"

"You can call me Kroka... the elves are also used to calling me Master K."

Victor stood in awe. Who cares who Kroka is? As long as this guy doesn't attack the empire, and according to the speculation of the Silver Hammer, the lizardmen are tirelessly fighting against the chaos forces, they are a part that can be united.

"Greetings to you, Master K, I am Victor Salzpyre, the Templar Knight of the Silver Hammer. May I ask why you called us?"

"You have stayed here for too long... Are you looking for the god trapped on the other side of the world?"

Trapped on the other side of the world?

Victor didn't react to the meaning of this abstract noun at first, but after careful consideration, he suddenly realized that if the Lizardmen were as the legend said, their mysterious prophecies could predict everything in the world.

Then we know where Sigmar went to the World Edge Mountains after leaving the Empire.

The Empire has only two thousand years of history, the elves have a clearly recorded history of more than six thousand years, and the antiquity of the Lizardmen is difficult to measure with time. At least when Bardin boasted about the glorious history of the dwarves, he always took pride in the mysterious relationship between the ancestors and the ancient saints.

"You know where Sigmar went. I... I really should believe this, I really do, but I can't believe it. This... is too incredible."

"Go find, ask, trace... I can guide you to find the destination of your soul. When you are confused about everything, there will always be an answer."

In Victor's confused state, Master K used his mind to take down the wooden box that the five little strong men had been carrying. The gods had arranged their fate, but it was not enough.

He didn't want to force things. There was still some time, which was enough for those who could find the Eternal Castle to have enough ability.

But Kroka couldn't wait any longer. Shilan, who had seen the world on the brink of destruction with his own eyes, needed to find any feasible way to save this world that his master had high hopes for.

The magic potion made from the seeds of the Oak of Time, under the power of Kroka, echoes back to the ancient times... (End of this chapter)