Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The rage of the son of Aenarion caused murderous intent to spread throughout the open space. He was much shorter than Ulfric, but his momentum was no less.

A golden light flashed from the ground, and Tyrion, rushing with a sword in hand, had already crashed in front of Ulfric.

The radiance of the Flaming Sun Sword was like the first ray of light at dawn that pierced through the darkness, but this light was by no means dim. Instead, it was the hottest and most dazzling, like a blazing flame that purified all evil.

The sword drew an arc that was difficult to see with the naked eye. The swift and fierce attack made Ulfric feel a lot of pressure. He thought to himself that the elf was very fast.

The octagonal shield was raised, and the Chaos warlord half-crouched, using the solid steel as a shield to block the heavy blow aimed at his head.

Ulfric's other hand was not idle either, ready to take advantage of the gap in Tyrion's attack and stab the elf's chest with his sword.

But the prerequisite for this is that he must successfully block the Flame Sun Sword with his shield. Unfortunately, the elf's body looks thin, but it is much stronger than imagined.

The Yanyang Sword swung out with both hands, successfully cutting a notch on the edge of the octagonal shield and shaving off a piece of iron the size of a head.

Tyrion suddenly exerted force, roared, and used his strength to throw the Chaos warlord's body out.

Although his arms were numb, Ulfric did not feel any discomfort, he just felt that he had found his opponent.

He licked his lips, first glanced at the shield with a hole in it, then stood up again from his squatting position, raised the long sword in his right hand high, and made a gesture with his limbs spread out.

This change made Tyrion stop temporarily and prepare to see what the Chaos Barbarian was going to do. Maybe he wanted to pray for blessings from the Chaos Gods.

Ulfric spoke in a high voice: "In the name of the Chaos Gods, I, Ulfric the Wanderer, Warchief of the Salli Tribe, Eternal Challenger, demand a championship duel in which only the victor shall live!"

He was not afraid at all, and seemed to have forgotten his original intention to kill the Phoenix King. After all, he couldn't even kill a descendant of Aenarion, so how could he dream of killing the Phoenix King who was heavily protected? It was simply a foolish dream.

Tyrion ignored him. In the eyes of the descendants of Aenarion, there was no honor in fighting the barbarians. Their best destination was only one, and that was death.

The rage of the Sunblade, wrapped in the coldness of Asuryan, rushed towards Ulfric together. Tyrion's superb martial arts were displayed to the fullest here, and every swing of the Chaos warlord would be easily seen through.

The fierce and swift attack of the Sword of Torgard seemed particularly slow and weak amid the death screams of the Banshee incarnation.

The frost was easily broken by the flames, and the octagonal shield was chopped into pieces, but Tyrion was still not hurt at all.

The elves were seen moving swiftly around the Norsemen, constantly creating scars on the surface of their opponents' bodies through changes in pace and attack.

Very strong...

Ulfric barely managed to attack. The feeling he got from this elf was completely different from any enemy he had ever seen. It was hard to imagine that a warrior with a monstrous physique would prefer to rely on his exquisite martial arts to break down the enemy's offensive layer by layer.

In terms of martial prowess, the Chaos warlord was at a disadvantage, and compared to the years of war the elves had experienced, Ulfric still looked a little young.

But the executioner of the Chaos Gods would not be defeated so easily.

Under the methodical attack, Tyrion seized an opportunity, and his pace changed from before, speeding up three times, shaking off Ulfric's arm for blocking, and easily stabbed the Sunblade into the Chaos warlord's flank. The elves' artifact can cut iron like mud. As a weapon used by Aenarion, the Sunblade has been endowed with many legendary colors, but the only thing that will not change is the nature of a killing weapon.

The magic plate armor forged by the Chaos Dwarves did not provide good protection for Ulfric. When the sun runes on the surface of the Sun Sword flickered, the blade cut through the butter and pierced into the steel.

Calmness was a quality that Tyrion had honed over the past hundred years. He did not follow his previous fighting style and immediately draw out the Sunblade to chop off Ulfric's head. Instead, he followed the force and cut a big hole in his abdomen with a loud bang.

Something strange...

Tyrion took a few steps back with such doubts in his mind. Judging from the feeling of the sword piercing into Ulfric's body, the Norse barbarian's body had not undergone serious mutations. There were organs inside, not a messy mass of flesh and blood.

He was not in a hurry. Even if Ulfric had a trump card, Tyrion would not have any concerns, because he also had a trump card.

"Oh, it hurts, it feels so good." Ulfric threw down the shield that had turned into scrap metal, covered his bleeding abdomen with his left hand, but his face was full of pleasure.

The Chaos Warlord spat a mouthful of blood foam onto the ground and spoke to himself with an unhappy look on his face.

"That bunch of rubbish, without that rubbish Malekith, they don't even dare to approach your island. All they want to do all day is plunder the Empire and Bretonnia. It turns out the elves are still capable..."

Ulfric's seemingly serious injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye after he finished talking to himself.

The fire poison of the Yanyang Sword did not have any substantial effect on him, but instead caused some changes...

The Chaos warlord tore off the shoulder armor that was in the way, his chest and abdomen bulged as if he was taking a deep breath, and an extremely rich Chaos aura burst out from his body.

His body gradually grew larger, and his physique, which was already much taller than that of an ordinary person, suddenly grew larger. His skin turned a terrifying red, and the brown hair that originally symbolized his northern ancestry was gradually replaced by bright red.

From a human to an ogre, this is Ulfric's current state. However, compared to the stupidity of the ogres, the Norse warlord is undoubtedly much more terrifying...

"Want to hear a story, elf..."

Tyrion looked normal, not surprised at all. It was normal for these Chaos scum to become whatever they wanted, not worth being surprised at.

The experienced descendant of Aenarion stared at the dark clouded sky in the distance, and a familiar breath flashed through the clouds.

A giant dragon?... Sure enough, he has a backup plan. I need to buy some time.

The elf stood still, waiting for the Chaos Barbarian to finish his words.

Ulfric's appearance gradually changed, and his tone became more terrifying and murderous.

“I was born with the mark of chaos… I led Sali to defeat Skylin in the Thousand Skulls Battle dedicated to the divine dog, and successfully obtained the marriage contract with the princess of the tribe and the right to inherit the chieftainship.

I was very happy that day, and I announced one thing to everyone... I can defeat anyone! Even the gods can't train a better warrior than me! After I fell asleep, the gods sent a messenger to make me an executioner..." (End of this chapter)