Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Victor felt very strange. He seemed to hear Sigmar's call. The voice was vague, as if it came from the endless wasteland in the north, or an inexplicable surge in the ocean.

In the mighty power of Lord Kroka, the witch hunter's physique was sufficiently strengthened... but that was all.

Master K did not force the five little strong men to be blessed with his expertise in the Wind of Magic. Taibok shared the secret of the Wind of Magic with the first generation of Shilan. If it wanted, it could immediately turn three humans into geniuses with the talent to be promoted to the Grand Mage.

In addition to taking care of Siena a little and guiding her in the secrets of the Wind of Aksha, the remaining four little strong men only obtained a physique comparable to that of a monster.

The biological transformation technology of the Lizardmen, this is the gift of Lord Kroka.

What Kroka was most concerned about was actually guidance. It required Victor to understand that it was impossible to find Sigma in the mortal world. He could only find the answer by going to a deeper realm, to the intersection of gods and mortals.

Victor, who had vaguely sensed the way ahead, bowed deeply to Lord Kroka, who had selflessly guided him. For the first time, he felt the grandeur and majesty in the thinking of a creature that looked very funny.

"I seem to know the way ahead... but I don't know if I can go on and witness the arrival of Sigma's era of honor."

"Believe him, Victor..." Kroka pointed to the southwest, and the figure of an elf man appeared in Victor's vision.

"Phoenix... King?"

When Victor was shocked that the Phoenix King might have an inexplicable connection with Sigma, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly disappeared from the endless grassland, and in a blink of an eye he came to a luxurious and exquisite temple.

"Myrmidia Temple? How is this possible?"

Sienna stared at the huge golden flaming eagle in the temple with astonishment. This completely overturned her cognition. Without any preparation, just a glance could send five people from Cologne to Tyrell?

"I hate magic. It's like a pot of horse urine is stuffed into my head, and the whole person is put into a wine barrel and sent to the ship, and then shaken for a long time to wait for death." Bardin rolled his eyes. His magic-averse physique brought him a lot of trouble, but no one would specialize in teleportation spells for dwarves.

"Don't complain. I always thought that the five heroes of Uberrick were all tough guys... I didn't expect them to be just a few random little ghosts. It's really disappointing." The slightly frivolous complaint was exactly the same as Bardin. Davion covered his forehead without concealment and walked out from behind the Myrmidia statue.

The Dragon Prince looked around, especially at Kerillian. He had no good feelings towards Asrai. Caledor generally had the attitude towards Druzy that he would kill them all if he could, but Asrai was the same as always, killing them if he was unhappy.

"So there really is an elf... I remember you seemed to be someone from Alaros? It's a pity that you didn't see what happened in Athel Loren."

"What happened to Alaros? He is Lord Tassain, a loyal minister of the Phoenix King!" Kerillian, contrary to her usual behavior, questioned Davion in a stern voice, regardless of her fear of the Dragon Prince in front of her.

"Really... It seems that your information is still a little behind, but it doesn't matter. What happened in the Royal Court recently will not have anything to do with you." Davion was very satisfied with Kerillian's reaction. He didn't see Alaros' expression of eating shit with his own eyes, but it seemed good to disgust his maid and friends.

Under the curious gazes of the remaining four strong men, Davion leaned against the stone seat under the statue and said lazily: "Let me introduce myself. I was the personal guard of the Caledor Dragon Lord, the attendant of the Dragon Palace... Now the commander of the Phoenix King's Court, and the watcher of the Dragonbone Wasteland, Davion."

Victor quickly went through the titles Davion introduced himself in his mind, personal guard, commander and holy land watcher, which shows that the status of the elf in front of him is much higher than all the dragon princes he has met before, except Imrik.

He is a combination of political, military and religious influences, an absolute Caledor top.     Bardin was a little unhappy with Davion's arrogant tone. He held his hand up and pretended to introduce Marcus, who was a little confused beside him.

"This is the Imperial Knight, the Phoenix King's groom, Marcus Kruber! Watch your attitude, elf."

Davian laughed and tauntedly wandered back and forth between the dwarf and the knight. He didn't care about the lives of a few gangsters. If it weren't for His Majesty's insistence, he would definitely not focus on the Uberrick Five.

"Well, maybe one day this Lord Marcus can walk into the hall of the Dragon Palace, kneel before the throne to accept the conferment of the Lord of Caledor, and become one of us...

But now, you are six days later than the expected arrival time. According to Caledor's military regulations, those who delay the fighter will be severely punished. How should I deal with you?"

"We are not Caledor soldiers... I never said I would listen to the orders of the elves." Bardin, who was muttering and complaining, handed the right to speak to Victor. The dwarf was sure that the witch hunter would not be defeated in the first communication with his superiors.

Victor did not disappoint Bardin's expectations. He first looked around and found that except for Davion, there was no trace of anyone. There were no religious personnel in a large temple. There were only two possibilities.

First, the Church of Myrmidia was destroyed, but this was not in line with the usual style of the elves.

Second, even the people in the large temple could not carry out normal religious activities due to some troubles.

"We came with the order of the Phoenix King. If you want to punish, I hope to get the Phoenix King's handwritten order... But before that, tell me about Tyrell's situation and what we need to do."

Davian was noncommittal: "What's the situation... What can you do? I have countless people who are more professional than you. Carilian, the most experienced among you, is just a longbowman who has just finished his stage in Caledor." New recruits, I doubt your abilities."

"We can kill the Skaven, and that's enough."

The witch hunter answered firmly, making Davian look at him a few times in surprise.

"I have heard about you, Victor Salzpyre...but you still did a lot of stupid things when you were drilling holes under the Fearless Fortress. Do you have the confidence to survive with the remaining four fools? ”

"If I die for justice, I am luckier than most people, and I am willing to die for it."

There was an eerie silence, accompanied by Davian's inexplicable smile. He seemed to initially recognize the one-eyed human in front of him.

"That's a good answer. I'm starting to like you, Salzpire... Wear your gauntlets. I can't guarantee that everything you see next will be blessed by your gods.

You need to investigate a village that was attacked by Skaven and bring me a map. "(End of chapter)