Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"What? The Karkengard Slayer Warbeasts?!"

Kurt slapped his forehead, feeling like all the shit had come together.

There are many legends about beastmen in the empire. After all, they are different from ratmen. The villages that have been attacked and the roars that are often heard in the forest are truths that cannot be covered up.

But in other words, the Empire is also one of the accomplices of the Beastmen. Corrupted by the energy of chaos, some children will become Beastmen cubs with horns and bipedal legs when they are born.

The church has always stressed that if such a child is born, it must be killed on the spot, rather than having a little pathetic parental mercy and throwing the child into the forest, where it will turn into a monster of human remains.

Although there is no specific research data, according to some gossip, these beastman cubs born by humans are much smarter than those twisted from wild beasts and those born by female beasts, and can initially understand complex concepts.

As for the Minotaur... there is still no accurate conclusion about its birth experience and origin. After all, no one has ever seen a female Minotaur.

Whatever the premise, the Karkengard Slayer Warbands are unlike their weaker, more cunning brethren; they are one of the few Beastmen warbands capable and daring enough to raid large settlements of humans.

According to the information Kurt knew, the origin of the Kakengard Slaughterer Gang was a doomsday bull.

There is a well-known story circulating in the towns surrounding the Shadow Forest, starring a minotaur named Bloodhorn Lagush.

This special doomsday bull was so strong that he was considered a giant even among his kind, so Lagush gradually became a living legend among local humans and animals.

Lagush's cruelty and barbarity were well known to everyone, but his most heinous act was the crime he committed in the town of Kakangad.

The Bull of Doom summoned a powerful herd of braying beasts, including hundreds of minotaurs, each armed with a pair of serrated knives. In a bloody night, the herd invaded the city, burning down buildings in sight and slaughtering the fleeing defenders.

The abundance of corpses and remains made it impossible for Lagush and his kind to clean up all of them in one night. After enjoying the feast, Doomsday Bull ordered his subordinates to hang the uneaten remains upside down on tree branches, rock peaks and building ruins, which served as a bloody monument to prove Doomsday Bull's strength and a "meat warehouse" for Lagush and his followers.

They could return to Karkengard at any time, following the bloody aroma, and feast on human flesh. From that day on, the ruins and the area surrounding the city were called Karkengard Meat Storehouse, and it was said that some of the "meat" hanging between the branches had not yet completely died.

"Bloodhorn Lagush, the Doomsday Bull... Moonclaw, son of Mosrib, things are becoming more and more interesting." Imrik moved the report away from his crossed legs. This time he really couldn't stand by and watch. Moonclaw was at best a beastman freak with strong appeal and infectiousness. Killing him in a short period of time would not cause much trouble.

But the appearance of Doomsday Bull seemed to have turned things around, but only for the worse.

"North, how many people do we have hidden in Uberrick?"

North pondered for a while. This was a confidential matter of the royal court. His Majesty seemed to be playing a big game, sending some very sensitive weapons and armaments to Rick County through many channels.

"There aren't that many of them, and they are all disguised as craftsmen, artists, and other occupations. Ordering them to fight this time will expose their identities to the Empire."

"That's a real headache." Sighing, Imrick did not consider letting the guards confront the Minotaur's charge head-on. Only a fool would think of using flesh and blood protected only by steel to face hundreds of bulls with bodies over five meters long and muscles as strong as iron. Although the result would definitely be the victory of the Phoenix King's Guards, it seemed unnecessary... Beastmen don't have brains, but that doesn't mean the elves don't have brains.

"Send a machine gun weapon team from Qingyan Port. I want to see which is harder, the heads of these beasts or the bullets of Caledo."

"Your Majesty, the machine gun weapon group is still in the testing phase."

"There's nothing to test. I gave them the best technical support. The barrel that heated up too quickly was forged with Dragon Armor's forging skills. I provided a brass mine at no cost just to produce bullets that met the standards.

Tell Bronte... I forgot who the technical director is now. If this acceptance is ineffective, I will find a few professionals from Nuen to replace him as before."

"Your will."

North hurried to report to Teclis that Teddy was the only wizard who could perform cross-sea teleportation. If he wanted His Majesty's baby to arrive at the empire safely, he had to think carefully.

In response, Teclis simply nodded calmly without asking any questions about the beastmen, and seemed to be completely unconcerned about the matter.

Although North was somewhat puzzled, he did not ask further questions. Judging from his position, the Supreme Mage was the magical advisor to the royal court, the highest-ranking among the court officials. A mere herald would not dare to offend him.

After North left, Teclis turned his attention to the south. He didn't care much about the situation in Karak Dreadnought, and believed that with the abilities of Carl, Thorgrim and Imrik, they could easily deal with the green-skinned orcs coming and going.

Or the efforts of only one side could crush the noisy waaagh of the greenskins. This war at Karak Dreadnought was just an opportunity for the three parties to increase their trust in each other.

What really concerned him was the situation in Bretonnia. The Shadow Evil had come again. It had been a hundred years since he was expelled by Alaros and had not harmed the world.

After a long period of governance, Athel Loren has adapted to the absence of Orion and Ariel and has returned to the distant cycle of life...

But this also means that the shadow that was bound to Athel Loren from another level has also returned to normal.

If Athel Loren represents the normal state of reproduction, the alternation of life and death, then Morgul represents chaos and disorder.

Teclis's thoughts were not on the Beastmen. He never thought that the Beastmen were a real threat. Their lack of brains, low manufacturing capacity, and lack of strategic vision made the Beastmen lack actual threat.

His eyes were always on the goddess, and even though he had abandoned her, the remaining traces would always remind Teclis of who had allowed him to glimpse the outline of the magic gate and who had provided help when he was weakest and helpless.

And who was it that made him bear the undeserved stigma when he should have enjoyed the fruits of victory in the battle... Who focused his attention on his closest flesh and blood brother.

Lilith, here I come... (End of this chapter)