Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Victor, it's time to work!"

Gragrim didn't care whether human knees could withstand the feedback of a 30-meter jump. He threw away the chain axe and began to spin on the spot, turning into a whirlwind top and lashing at the approaching ratmen.

"Damn it." Victor felt pain in his knee. Even though it was cushioned by the roll, it was by no means without any impact.

He bit his lip, looked at the countless pairs of scarlet eyes in the darkness, took off his hat and put a candle on the end of his hat.

"In the darkness, we still need a ray of light to guide us...to avoid being lost forever."

"Stop your fucking mumbling. Sigmar despises people who talk nonsense before the war."

Hearing Sigmar's teachings from the dwarf's mouth made Victor feel very gratified. The teachings he had been telling along the way were not in vain. The dwarf recognized the greatness of the Hammer of Heroes.

"Brother Dwarf... In the name of Sigmar, I will fight to the death with you!"

The light guided the witch hunter's path. When Gragrim slowly retracted his chain axe, Victor already had two swords in his hands and accurately and fatally stabbed a black-haired rat that was trying to sneak attack the dwarf butcher.

The countless stench and gazes only excite the witch hunters and butchers.

The fanatical eyes under the hood reflect the witch hunter's determination to eliminate evil at all costs.

"For Sigmar, for the Empire!"

The orange hair that soared into the sky as the fight was stirred grew higher and higher in the dwarf's rage. When the blood splashed on the surface of the skin and when the heart beat more vigorously, it was the end of the butcher's search for the meaning of life.

"I am Gragrim the Warbreaker, son of King Agrim of Karak Kadrin! Give me a glorious death, you rat!"

The loud call caused the shrill death knell above the cave to shake slightly, which made Chuan Kui Luo somewhat unhappy. He was a ratman who claimed to be the greatest grey prophet. He was the closest to the Horned God and was deeply loved by the horned evil god. How could he let a dwarf steal the limelight?

But before dealing with the dwarves, Tsanquilo decided to first get rid of the giant rock snakes rolling on the ground. The red-skinned elves knew the Skaven very well, but the Skaven knew them better.

The human riding on the snake's head and controlling it should be a high-ranking member of the Horned Viper priesthood. His hands are stained with the blood of countless rats. He is a good sacrifice to the Horned God.

"Power, endless power surges!"

As Chuan Kui Luo raised the triangular dimensional stone staff, the shrieking death knell that gathered the power of darkness became louder and louder, causing the rock snake's body to almost collapse in an instant.

The priest gritted his teeth and persisted, his mask had been dyed red by his own blood. Judging from his hard power, his control over magic was not as good as Chuan Kui Luo. Moreover, this was the home ground of the rats, and there was a lot of interference from chaotic energy, making it difficult for the God to perceive the believers' prayers.

With the help of Screaming Death Knell, fighting with magic is just a pipe dream.

But fortunately... I have a backup plan.

After a round of heavy artillery bombardment and the spells cast by the Grey Prophets led by Tsanquilo, the giant rock snake was close to collapse. Several Eshin Assassin Rats hid in the corners, waiting for the priests to find it difficult to maintain the stability of their magical creations before they pounced forward and killed them.

"Surrender, damned human, you, you shouldn't believe in a lizardman god and go against the Skaven. We are the greatest, the masters of the entire world!"

The sharp rat-like voice only made the priest laugh. He pulled out the short obsidian blade that was stuck in the head of the giant rock snake, but he was by no means ready to give up the spell to awaken the earth spirit and run away.

On the contrary, he wants to destroy the enemies of the God in a stronger and more violent way.

The priest grasped the short blade in his backhand, raised it in front of his eyebrows, and quickly stabbed it into the mask. A round eyeball was already standing in the air.

His eyeball was pressed by the priest's short blade and squeezed into the gap of the giant snake. His only remaining eye stared at the Gray Prophet a hundred meters away, his grinning mouth full of hatred.

"Next, it's time to have some fun, you rat..."

This eyeball endowed with divine power may be one of the priest's trump cards. The magic that could effectively affect the giant snake has almost no effect after a thin layer of dark red scales covers its surface.

The strengthened giant snake is no longer in the state of being dull and stiff, and can only use its body to crush others physically.

It arched its body like a real snake, with colorful light flashing in its open mouth, and a blood mist like cold air was gushing out.

The blood mist was only half a meter in diameter and looked like the flame of a young dragon's burp, but once it splashed to the ground, it would instantly ignite any ratman it touched.

This fire was a double torture, a burning sensation on the physical level, and pain on the spiritual level. Fire rats ran around like mad, spreading the fire to the surroundings, successfully filling the caves in the mountain with a burnt smell.

Victor dodged a fire rat's pig and rushed forward. Looking at the rat burning along with the house, he felt more and more in awe of the priest. With just one move, the ratman's camp was in chaos. Should the church also consider combining the soul flame with the magic wind?

Unlike the witch hunters who were shocked, Gragrim had a solemn expression. Relying on the dwarf's thick skin and flesh, he stood on a burning wooden stake and stared at the colorful lights flashing in the deepest part of the camp.

"Don't be distracted. The priest won't be able to hold on for long... He must be using his eyeballs as a sacrifice to stimulate the power of the earth spirits. What a bunch of lunatics."

"Eyeball..." Victor suddenly remembered that he still had an ancient sacred text in his right hand. Could it be that when necessary, he could burn himself in exchange for power?
Glancing at Victor's gaze at his arm, Gragrim guessed what the witch hunter was thinking. "Don't think about these stupid things. Only your own strength is the most reliable. You are... Never mind. The churches of humans and elves are the same anyway. They believe that the more pious people are, the closer they are to God. They like to do things that move themselves the most."

Before Victor could explain that this was just a backup plan, Gragrim pointed to a cliff on the left and said, "Cut off that iron chain first. If you don't want the priest to die here, you'd better get rid of the screaming death knell above your head as soon as possible."

There was no time for hesitation. Under the rational and crazy cover of the priest, the two men only encountered some obstacles from black-haired rats and reached the location of the iron chain smoothly.

With the crisp sound of the iron chain breaking, Chuan Kui Luo's already somewhat angry mood became even more agitated.

"Damn it, you, what on earth did you do? How dare you interfere with the plans of the great Gray Prophet Chuanquilo!"

In anger, he ordered the elite black-haired rat guards brought from the Skaven City to attack the witch hunters and butchers. As for the little giant snake, Lord Chuanquilo believed that it could be captured soon.

"Guys from the Eshin clan, guys, yes, yes, stay by my side and take the opportunity to kill that hairless thing!" (End of this chapter)