Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"It seems we are early."

Relying on his excellent eyesight, Boca Chiri keenly saw the battle situation below.

The anxious beach landings are still going on. This situation has been going on for a long time. Since the founding of Bretonnia, the Norscans who moved south have never given up this fertile land.

Chief Egil of the Skelling tribe was the Chosen One of Khorne who took pleasure in plundering Bretonnia.

Corpses were scattered on the once green grasslands. These grasslands that Cologne once regarded as proud had now turned into slaughterhouses, and the remains of bodies were destroyed by artillery fire...

"Wait, when did Bretonnia have artillery?" Boccachiri was stunned. This was unprecedented. He always thought that the monkey was still continuing the divine catapult.

"Don't underestimate them... What's up with that mercenary?"

Imrick's eyes were much sharper than those of the guards. He had already discovered an unusual team in the Bretonnian army. Soldiers were arranged neatly with a gap of three meters between them. Carriages carrying artillery were placed on the spot like barricades. The muzzles of guns protruding from the rows of shooting holes looked like a hell waiting for food.

What caught the Phoenix King's attention was that this mercenary group was clearly occupying an important position and could form effective fire suppression, but there was no movement for a long time. The knights around them kept roaring and scolding, but still failed to achieve the effect of opening fire.

"Ice Eye, a war dog composed of Caledor... retired human veterans, was founded eighty-three years ago with the purpose of pursuing war and honor." Bokachiri pays more attention to some special areas than Imrik, and knows the situation of the war dogs like the back of his hand.

"Gros is their current leader, the human who took the Naggaroth Pioneer Medal from you."

"Gros..." Imrik thought about it and seemed to have a little impression of him, but there were so many people to be awarded every year, so he could only remember that Gros's achievement was to successfully destroy a plan of the wandering Shadow Tribe to infiltrate Naggaroth and develop.

"So?" The Phoenix King was a little puzzled. This seemed to have nothing to do with their not opening fire. After all, the purpose of the Dogs of War was to talk with money.

"They are eager for an unprecedented war to show their loyalty to you... Don't forget what you always said, the Kislevites' admiration for strength is deep in their bones. They can accept a tyrant, but they cannot accept weakness."

Imrick soon understood that this was a self-funded standing army, with elite troops that could be recruited from the Old World at any time. The policy of equal treatment over the years was worthy of the fact that even after retirement, they still wanted to fight at all times.

"It's a sad story. Two hundred years ago, their ancestors fled from war, but now they are seeking it."

Boccachiri nodded, not intending to continue talking about the matter.

"What should we do now? Kill them or wait? With Bretonnia's reconnaissance methods, they should not be able to sense altitudes above a thousand meters."

Adding icing on the cake is far less important than providing timely assistance. Boccacci believed that His Majesty's move was intended to ease relations with Bretonnia.

But Imrik's actions are always unexpected. He always raises the Star Lance and points it at the Norse fleet below.

"Go on, Minasnir and I will deal with the Yankee fleet, and you and Hazerslev will provide cover."

"Wait, you are..." Boca Chiri wanted to emphasize, if you have to appear every time, what is the purpose of establishing the Flame Knights.

Without waiting for the Flame Knight to complain, Imrik had already told Lao Mi to charge in his mind.

"Go ahead, Lao Mi, let these weaklings become the victims of your awakening!"

Lao Mi remained silent. He really wanted to throw the Phoenix King away and let Imrik face the Norse fleet alone, but since he was already here, he couldn't just be used as a means of transportation.

The giant dragon looked down at the sea below, and the endless Norse dragon boats. He was increasingly confused as to whether to use dragon breath or magic...

After three seconds of hesitation, Lao Mi chose to use dragon breath as an opening.

The soaring figure of the giant dragon, with the wind blowing across the face of the Phoenix King, his cold eyes were still the same as before, and the tip of his spear was forever shining with the fury of a volcano. …………

"Chief, there are signs of a giant dragon moving around!"

Egil, who was on the flagship, heard a scream and subconsciously looked up at the sky. A shadow covering the sky was looming in the clouds, as if a city was rushing towards Skylin.

"Giant dragon? Do you really think Norsca and Kurgan, like those rubbish, will be defeated by a giant dragon?!"

Egil's rage caused the guards to cheer wildly. The warriors who believed in Khorne had never known what fear was, and they couldn't wait to behead a dragon as a sacrifice to the Blood God.

"Spear!"

The chief roared and took the three-meter-long spear from his follower. These weapons were made of fine steel by Chaos Dwarves, and the blood of deep-sea monsters was still stained on the tips of the spears.

The Norse people value hunting, and successfully killing a monster will gain high prestige in the tribe. The proudest among them is the Siren Hunter.

Those who survive the life-and-death battle with the North Sea beast will use the monster's bones as raw materials to create an extremely sharp special attack weapon.

Egil was extremely tall, just like the Chaos warlord that mortals imagined to be a monster. The spear, which was as thick as an ordinary man's arm, looked like a toothpick in his hand.

The strong body under the brass plate armor was tensed, and his right arm was raised to his shoulder. When he saw the figure of the giant dragon plundering diagonally above him, he suddenly ran forward two steps and threw the spear.

The feedback force of the Chaos warlord's spear made the ship seem to shake slightly. He was very confident in this throw. Even the swiftest griffin would fall from the sky when encountering this shot blessed by Khorne.

The spear flashed like a meteor, sparks flashed during the friction, and there seemed to be a sound of breaking through the air.

Lao Mi was originally brewing dragon breath to attack the Norsemen, but he didn't expect that someone could rely on brute force to fire a spear as fast as a cannon.

He didn't intend to waste time dodging, he just raised his eyelids slightly and whispered in his heart.

"Kid, cover."

The positioning of the dragon seemed to have changed. In the past, Minasnir provided non-physical assistance, but now a white light flashed, and the spear that was supposed to hit the dragon's chest quietly changed its trajectory.

The Phoenix King, who had succeeded, was naturally very proud. He lowered his raised right hand and extinguished the light in his palm.

"This is the power of Asuryan... You must be envious, right, Lao Mi?"

"It's ridiculous. It's just a rough understanding of fate. You should really learn from the old toad in Itazari how to use the majestic spiritual power to distort the material world."

Lao Mi complained that the power of Asuryan, which determines the fate of all things, was so complacent about changing the trajectory of a spear. I really don't know where his confidence came from.

The dragon then directed its flames at the Norscan fleet below, releasing its anger without restraint.

A breath of dragon passed through and burned the sea, creating a beautiful scorched and smelly zone of death.

Ignoring the wailing below, Imrik rubbed his chin and thought carefully.

"Master Ke... maybe it's time for him to make his debut." (End of this chapter)