Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Time passed slowly during the intense and exciting sparring. Many years later, standing in the Eternal Castle, Victor could still recall the days in the Altdorf Palace...

It cannot be said that it has a great effect, but it can only be said that it is completely useless.

The person who really frightened Victor was a gray-skinned elf with a gloomy and indifferent expression. His temperament was completely different from the elves around him, and his calm eyes looked as if he was a dead person.

And the incompatible purple-black armor also fully illustrates the uniqueness of this person.

"Kurran Blackhand, if you can survive ten moves from me, you will have passed this test."

Before he knew what the name meant, Victor's cheek had already been cut by the scarlet death.

The sword had not yet been taken out, and Victor could only be surprised... You have to know that when he faced the Phoenix King outside the city of Aldolf, he still had some ability to deal with it. It can't be said that this Druzy is stronger than the Phoenix King.

As it turned out, Imrik was just playing around outside the city and didn't take it seriously. Kuran slaughtered the witch hunter without any pressure, and the injuries he caused to him far exceeded those of the Flame Knights.

According to an incomplete statistics, the cost of sparring with Kuran is very high, with a mortality rate of up to 96.7%. Except for the order of the Phoenix King, if someone asks him to take out the halberd, it means an endless fight to the death.

And Victor was lucky enough to experience the grace of the weapon master Druzy...

The meeting had just ended, and Imrik cordially invited Agrim, who looked quite reliable as long as the bearded man wore the crown of Balaguer.

It is still New World beer, an unforgettable memory for the dwarves who have traveled in Lustria. Although it is not as rich and strong as Bergmann, the unique terroir gives it a different taste.

While drinking beer, Agrim glanced at the humans in the training ground with a curious look on his face: "I heard that you asked for a witch hunter from Carl, but... it's too weak."

"Didn't you almost fulfill your Butcher's Oath at the beginning? What qualifications do you have to say that witch hunters are weak?"

Agrim muttered a few words, using the great demon as the standard for judging combat power, are you a normal elf?

"If you have anything to ask me, don't ask me to be your sparring partner."

"You can teach him a few tricks if you like... but this is not the main reason why I came to you." Imrik wanted to try the beer, but after thinking for a moment, he decided to give it a try as it was not in keeping with the noble status of the Phoenix King.

"According to some... anonymous sources, Grimnir is still alive."

"What?!" Agrim stared with eyes as big as copper bells. The beer in his hand lost its taste for a moment, and he just stared at Imrik stupidly.

After the Butcher King mobilized his brain that had been unused for a long time beside the High King, his expression became very excited. You know, Tiemei had said among several senior officials that it was all thanks to Slan's guidance that they were able to find the Gate of Valaya.

That means... Imrik knows the whereabouts of the Ancestral God of War!

Agrim looked excited and was about to reach out to grab Imrik, but was immediately resisted.

Imrick held out his hand, signaling that he shouldn't mess around: "Don't get excited. I have two clues, one is farther away, and one is closer. Which one do you want to hear?"

"It's closer." "Gottrik, you should have heard of this name."

"Gotrek..." Agrim's brows were wrinkled like a caterpillar. Recently, the mercenary pair of Gotrek and Phoenix have gained some reputation between the Empire and the Dwarves. The Dwarf Butcher has repeatedly thwarted the rats' schemes and solved a lot of troubles for the Electors.

The failed butcher, this is Gotrek's title...

Agrim is not good at inference. This is the second note that the Caledor Intelligence Department gave to the Butcher King. The first note is that he is very good at fighting, especially good at fighting, extremely good at fighting, and he can fight with Cain's incarnation for a short time without being at a disadvantage.

Imrik didn't want to keep the secret, so he explained briefly: "What he holds is the Rune Axe that Grimnir left behind in the Chaos Wasteland... It's not the Axe of Hatred in Thorgrim's hand, but a divine weapon forged and wielded during the Chaos Invasion."

"What do you mean?" Agrim thought for a while. The battle axe that Thorgrim inherited was the weapon wielded by Grimnir in the emerging era of the Mountain Kingdom. Although it was extremely powerful, it was much inferior to the one used during the Chaos Invasion.

"Do you think a team exploring the Chaos Wastes can easily find the weapons that Grimnir left behind in the mortal world?"

A possibility that made Agrim's chest swell up suddenly, so Grimnir has never been far away from the Son of the Mountains, and Gotrek is the choice of the God of War.

He was too lazy to ask how Imrik knew about this. What he wanted to do most now was to use his connections to find Gotrek and ask him to go to the altar of Grimnir in Kadrin to prove that the ancestor had never left!

Agrim was about to start walking, but was forced to stay where he was by Imrik's words: "But this is only one clue. Don't you want to hear another one?"

With an awkward smile, Agrim urged Imrik to speak quickly, as he was anxious to find Thorgrin to report the matter.

"Another thing is, as I just said, Grimnir is not dead. He still stays in a corner of the Chaos Realm, fighting an endless battle with the demons...

Finding him is not an easy task. Apart from using black magic to perform an anti-summoning ritual, we have not found an effective way to enter the Chaos Realm."

"Dwarves can!" Overwhelmed by excitement, Agrim received Imrik's contemptuous gaze and said, "You can send another batch of Chaos Dwarves to the Dark Gods."

"There is a bridge between the Chaos Demon Realm and the Chaos Wasteland. From a physical point of view, the Chaos Demon Realm does not exist in the mortal world, but it is constantly transmitting a large amount of chaotic energy to the mortal world. This is a form of existence that is difficult to observe. If you actively look for it, you will probably get lost in the Chaos Wasteland..."

"Speak more plainly. I hate people with pointy ears and weird and incomprehensible words the most."

"The Eternal Castle is the bridge from the Chaos Wasteland to the Chaos Realm. It is also the area in the mortal world closest to the gods. If Grimnir is willing to respond to the dwarves' prayers, this is your only chance."

"Eternal Castle..." After repeating it to himself several times, Agrim found information about this landmark from the corner of his memory. Legend has it that this is a magical building that hides countless secrets. It stood in the far north before the emergence of Chaos, and those who pray can have their wishes fulfilled here.

"Yes, the Eternal Castle. Let me think about it. I will leave the opportunity to find the Eternal Castle to Victor. He may be able to find the anchor point for the Chaos Realm to stay in the mortal world."

"What you want me to do is definitely not just to explain these two pieces of information." Agrim became very calm for a moment. Imrik's intention was already very clear.

"Perhaps your son Gragrim can temporarily leave his position as War Undertaker and wander around the Empire for a while?" (End of this chapter)