Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The giant snake was writhing, and the air it spewed out was like flames and poisonous fog. After a wave of outbursts, it quickly became weak and could only curl up to avoid attacks from all directions.

The priest was not panicked, and his one eye was always keeping an eye on the witch hunter and the butcher. When he heard the clanging sound of the iron chain being cut and the wailing death knell above his head shaking the falling rocks, he changed his defensive posture and coordinated with the giant snake under him to launch an attack.

The roiling flames burned through like a dragon, igniting pieces of fur waiting to be burned. Even without the guidance of the gods, the priest was still a good wizard...

With a move of Fire Skull, hundreds of slave rats were burned to ashes like an approaching volcano. The priest was just thinking about casting some finishing spells to buy time for Victor and the other two, but suddenly his expression changed again.

"Damn it, I knew there was something wrong with that old bastard Tielang's magic..."

The honorary noble Iron Wolf compiled a guide to teach the Giant Horned Viper Mages, and the effect was amazing. These barbarian mages, with their natural tenacity and courage without fear of sacrifice, were very suitable for taking risks and making overloaded choices.

Anyway, after the battle, you have made a sacrifice to the God. As long as you are not dead, even if your brain is turned into a paste by the wind of magic, you will most likely recover.

The rigorous elven wizards call this type of spellcasting greenskin-style. The path of spellcasting without strict training and learning is extremely dangerous, but the priests don't care. Their fanatical hearts guide them to find the fastest way to get the attention of the gods.

Some more extreme priests even tried to study traditional ice and snow magic when learning the Wind of Aksha... The results were also very gratifying, probably all gone.

The wind of chaos was introduced into the priest's body. He looked down and found that the ground where the rock serpent touched was covered with an imperceptible green mist.

Binding the Wind to the Earth, this is a skill that every magician must learn. Extracting the energy from the earth veins is far safer and more stable than using the magical winds floating free in space.

When the priest was extracting the energy from the earth veins and binding it into shape, he had already been prepared by the ratmen. This layer of green mist was definitely the result of dimensional stone magic.

The aura of chaos surged in the priest's body, and his empty eye sockets began to itch a little, as if buds of flesh were growing.

The priest looked calm, which was the impression he gave people. Because he was wearing a mask, it was difficult to detect his true thoughts.

But at this moment, everyone can feel his determination. A truly ruthless person is not only ruthless to his enemies, but also to himself.

He reached for the mask with his left hand, bent three fingers, and dug hard, leaving blood stains.

An eyeball covered with hard granulations was firmly pinched between his fingertips and then turned into powder.

In order to prevent the chaotic energy from surging out and affecting the control over the rock snake, the priest ignited the blood on his fingertips, and a ball of flame pierced into the mask.

The smelly black smoke from the burnt meat slowly rose from the mask.

On the other side, Victor, who had just cut the iron chain, relied on his keen eyesight to see the priest's self-mutilation and couldn't help but have more respect for him.

If he were in the same situation, he would dig out his eyeballs without hesitation and suppress the chaotic aura with his flesh and blood, but he would probably hesitate for a while.

The black-haired rats gradually approached Victor and the other man. Leading them was an extremely sturdy ratman who stood on the platform carried by the Bonebreaker Rat Troll, with scarlet eyes and sharp teeth that kept chirping.

"Damn it, damn it, you bastards! You have ruined the plan of the Great Prophet!"

Three hundred black-haired rats... This was Victor's preliminary estimate. Only Sigma knew why so many elite ratmen could be hidden in a mine.

Judging from the experience of the previous assault, he and Gragrim were already under some pressure facing a dozen black-haired rats. Now with the addition of a huge leader riding a rat troll, they might be doomed. On the platform, Victor gripped the hilt of his sword and turned his back to the butcher who was full of fighting spirit.

"Brother Dwarf, you shouldn't die here. You are the only son of King Agrim..."

"What do you want to say? Cover me and let me retreat? If I die here, the eternal contradiction of the Sons of Balagu will disappear, and my father will not have to be entangled in oaths and responsibilities!"

He might swear another oath that he would never stop the eternal conflict until he had dealt with the rats who killed the child...

Victor had some understanding of Agrim, and he lamented in his heart, but it soon turned into fighting spirit.

"In the name of Sigmar, and in compliance with the ancient covenant between our races, we shall die together today!"

"In the name of Kugan Ironbeard, the Dwarves shall die alongside the Sons of Sigmar!"

The two people who were full of fighting spirit only made Shadow Walker want to laugh at them. He really didn't know why humans and dwarves always liked to ignore the elves.

"Get out of here, you two idiots."

The faint voice of the elf replaced Victor's fighting spirit with doubt. The witch hunter was still thinking about killing the rat troll first, and then having a bloody battle with the black-haired rats.

Gragrim's reaction was faster than Victor's. His eyes flashed and he immediately realized what was about to happen.

"Damn elves, they always like to butt in when I'm about to have a good fight!"

The chain axe wrapped around Victor's waist and abdomen. Relying on his amazing jumping ability, Gragrim tightened his legs and jumped to the side of the platform.

Almost at the same time, a barrel of high-concentration dimensional stone residue turned into a beautiful parabola and hit the platform.

Before the clan leader on the Bone Crusher could react, the unstable dimensional stone residue had already begun to react, and the chaotic energy that could annihilate almost all matter turned into a thick ball, covering the entire platform.

After a sharp and piercing cry, a large part of the mountain disappeared, and the number of black-haired mice standing nearby also decreased by one-tenth in an instant.

While the witch hunter and the butcher were surprised that the shadow walker's rescue was so timely, the elf spoke calmly through the magic stone that he had prepared in advance.

"Go left. There is a beam forty-four meters away. Have one person cut it."

"Don't command me, Pointy Ears!" The Butcher roared. Without thinking too much, it must be that the Shadow Walker attacked the ratman's artillery camp after deploying preparations to blast the dimensional stone warehouse, which could provide effective long-range support.

The Shadow Walker ignored the Butcher's reaction and said calmly, "There is usually an iron chain on the right side of 110 meters. The priest can drag you until you cut the third one. If you don't want his efforts to be in vain, you'd better hurry up."

Although he had some opinions about the elves, the butcher did have some respect for the priest, so he could only grit his teeth and approve the command plan.

Gragrim swung his arm and swung the iron axe on the head of a black-haired rat. He turned his back to Victor and growled, "Go and cut the iron chain. Shadow Walker will stop the assassins chasing you... I will stop the rest of the rats for you."

Victor stared at the butcher solemnly, and what he wanted to say became silent actions. He patted Gragrim on the shoulder and ran in the direction pointed by the shadow walker without saying a word. (End of this chapter)