Medieval Aurora: The Rise of the Dragon

Chapter 113 Drakon and the Direhorn

The Cossack feels that his recent days are getting more and more hopeful.

Although at the beginning, a group of strange humans came into my house and drove me away, and then I was caught by the unlucky old man during the migration and became its slave.

However, the Sons of Chaos never give in!
Unless the opponent is strong and strong.

But those are all in the past!
Walking out of the forest full of misfortune, what is greeted immediately is a full meal, everything is so prosperous, and everything is developing in a good direction.Facing the vast world, the one-eyed boss expressed his sincere emotion:

"Human, you have two legs, food, it's delicious."

Yes, this is the ballad that the self-proclaimed wisest pack leader in the Drakenwald Forest made up himself.

The only shadow still comes from those uninvited humans. The most annoying thing is that they even sent a lot of cavalry to chase and kill themselves.

But this is not a problem in front of the great Cossack, leading the herd, he easily repelled them.

Maybe they were pushed back by themselves on purpose?Whenever Cossack One-Eyed thought of the mocking human general and the huge firebird, he would shudder unconsciously, and never imagined such a scene again.

I'd better go and complete the master's task honestly.

High and big walls, old and little food.

One-eyed understands that the human beings he is facing have once again used the tactics of fortifying the wall and clearing the field to deal with him. He is by no means a brave man who has been able to fight the elector Boris several times.

And this is not the first time he has led the beast tide out of the forest. Whenever the tribe's newborns become more and stronger, the lord will immediately start preparing for a rising invasion, and then in Mi Deng Ling scooped up a wave of oil and water, so that the newborn would become a stronger fighter with sufficient nutrition.

Repeatedly, repeatedly tried and tested.

However, there is a condition for such a tactic, that is, the one-eyed tribe never competes with big cities, and never sets up the Wanmo Rock in the human territory that is too far away from the forest.

Caution and cunning are the secrets of Cossack One-Eyed Rampant.

But today he is going to break his principles. After exchanging freedom for greater power, his arrogant ambitions are also growing.

The small town named Weezer in West Territory has now become a paradise for beasts. Under the command of the shaman, the screaming beasts are building human heads into towers for the upcoming sacrifice.

And the horned beasts are busy committing worse crimes.

Cossack One-Eyed stood on the top of the ruins and looked at his tribe. In the past, even such a small town could rely on fortifications to block its own footsteps, but now, everything is different.

He rested his satisfied eyes on the two most robust behemoths.

The Minotaur, no, it should be called the Minotaur now.

Who would have thought that in the depths of Drakenwald, once the hometown of giant dragons, there is still a great creature of the old world that has awakened from a long dormancy.

Whether or not this is an exaggerated claim to be the first and oldest species in the world, it can be proven that they existed long before Sigmar wielded Gael Malaz .

Legends show that they were once servants of the mysterious Old Ones, but other records among the elves show that the Old Ones were their enemies and caused the decline of this race.

The wings of the giant beast, covering the sky, the dwarves call them "Draken", and the imperial people call them - dragons.

The lava thieving claw sleeping in the cave deep in the forest touched the power of chaos when he was wounded and dying.

So this one has left its own legend in the history of the scars of the empire hundreds of years ago, and even the book of hatred of the dwarves in the dark mountains has a page of legendary dragons about it.

Successfully ascended the magic.

The great Cossack One-Eye serves this greater tyrannical dragon.

Under the leadership of the herd lord, the son of chaos of the one-eyed tribe also devoted himself to the command of the blood god, and abandoned his former unified belief.

This is my destiny, just like the destiny of the majestic city of Marienburg, it will eventually crawl under the feet of its master.

The one-eyed boss thought of this and licked the corner of his mouth, as if the huge city looming at the end of the plain had become his possession, and he would also bring back the spoils the dragon wanted, a slender Pointy ears with tender skin.

"The sacrifice begins."

The plundered copper and rotten iron were thrown on the ground in bundles, including blood-stained rusty weapons and armor, and some spoils such as agricultural tools and iron pots.

And in the foundation of the sacrifice, there are layers of human heads and viscous lakes of blood.

In the chanting and calling of the shaman, the Myriad Demon Rock, like a meteorite from outside the sky, rose from the nightmarish surface, surrounded by dense white bones and rusty spikes.

Every Beastman felt a more bloodthirsty and more anxious desire, and that flowed to them from the lair-a stronger power.

Rooted Lair brings new Chaos Enlightenment.

And the screaming shaman is an expert at interpreting these ravings.

"The blood god wants more, more blood, more death, to start a war, the leader of the big city, who has offended the gods, tear him apart, sacrifice him, and satisfy him."

After the one-eyed boss heard these words, his eyes gradually glowed with blood, and the big curved horn on the top of his head naturally grew into the shape of Khorne's symbol, with sharp bony spurs and Thicker bone armor grew around his joints.

At the same time, the big horned beasts in the group are also being transformed by the forces of chaos. The transformation process is extremely painful, and even the majestic big horned beasts must use roars to vent the pain they feel.

A new scarlet eyeball was formed in the hollow eye socket of the Cossack, and at the moment when his eyes regained sight, the newborn right eye exploded into blood stains, and the lord fell to his knees trembling under the punishment that went straight to the marrow on the ground.

Cossack One-Eyed understands that this is the spur and gift of Chaos God, as well as dissatisfaction with his shallow knowledge.

Victory and war should be dedicated to Khorne, not to the unruly dragon.

In an extraordinary grace, Cossack One-Eyed was no longer a Beastman leader enslaved by a bloodthirsty dragon, but a champion Direhorn.

In the field of vision dripping with blood, the figure of Marienburg had disappeared, replaced by an oriental man with black hair and black eyes.

"If it's your will, I'll be happy to go."

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"Pope Walter sent the news that the Wanmoyan has taken root in the territory of West."

(End of this chapter)