Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Teacher... the disturbances in the mortal world are increasing. I can already sense the signs of the coming of darkness."

After a short nap, Mazdamuddi followed his teacher's instructions and pondered over his century-long plan in his dream. However, no matter how he calculated, the endless darkness eventually annihilated the entire world.

Sitting on a floating chair on top of the Southern Star Pyramid, Master Ma looked up at the starry sky that could once reveal the future.

Long ago, before the Evil Moon Mosrib appeared, the Slanns were able to predict what would happen in the world through their deep thinking, unique understanding of the world, and the power of the starry sky.

Today, Mazdamuddi can see some vague impressions with the help of the Southern Star Pyramid, but the influence of the Evil Moon has never disappeared. Whenever the second generation of Slan Lord wants to find a way to save himself, that strange smile always appears.

Just like the dark gods mocking mortals and tempting their souls to fall in various ways, the evil moon Mosrib is the perfect gift from Chaos to the Lizardmen.

"Huh..." Master Ke's snoring made Mazdamuddi feel helpless for the first time. Since his teacher woke up, he only explained some things to him and then sat in the emerald pool to nourish his body. Except for occasional communication, he was almost isolated from the world.

Simply put, being alive is the same as being dead.

"teacher!"

"Hmm, Mazdamuddi, you are already a mature Slann, you should learn to think independently."

Master Ke's unclear voice made Master Ma feel very sad. You might as well lie down in Itaza and be a mascot. At least the lizardmen still have something to hope for, instead of having an elf kid showing off over their heads.

After fiddling with it for a while, Master Ke, who was barely sober, responded to the student's greeting.

"Maybe, it's time..."

Upon hearing this, Master Ma immediately understood that the teacher must be pondering some extremely profound and important propositions in the emerald pool that could save the world.

"How to seal the bipolar portal, or completely cut off the reproduction of the descendants of the long-horned evil god in the mortal world, or..."

"Itaza's leeches are ripe... they taste great, would you like to try them?"

Feeling the fresh air above the Southern Star Pyramid with his skin, Mazdamuddi moved the cobra scepter in his hand, and disappeared into Hexota in a flash of white light.

When Master Ma arrived in Itaza after a long time, he saw the legendary elder who was holding a wine gourd, leaning lazily against the emerald pool with the fan served by the spirit lizard leader, the first generation Slann on whom the eldest son of the ancient saint placed all his hopes.

"teacher!!!"

The Slanns have almost no ordinary human emotions, but that doesn't mean they won't be angry. The end predicted by Mazdamuddi is only twenty years away, and now Master K is still bathing in a pool of wine, and the elf boy is busy with some boring political activities, completely ignoring the truly important things.

A minute later, Master Ma drank up Master Ke's wine jug. The big red-skinned toad burped and thought that the leech wine tasted really good.

The lizard leader then took out two giant gourds that matched the size of the Slann and asked the lords to enjoy them slowly and remember to give them a good review.

Drinking and chatting... This is not the case for Slan. The various exotic animals and plants in Lustria have given rise to a unique dietary characteristic for the Lizardmen. The wine that Slan drinks often has a strong effect of replenishing magic power, which can concentrate attention and control the wind of magic.

But for this master and apprentice pair, this was just a side item in the discussion.

Master Ke leaned against the edge of the pool and felt his buttocks itchy. He stretched out his short hands to scratch it, and dug out a piece of emerald green crystal the size of a human head, which he casually threw to the giant lizard guard who was waiting for God's gift.

After being nourished by the pool and with the tremendous power of Master Ke, these gadgets must be priceless items.

Seeing the student who was dejected and disappointed about the future, Master Ke softened his heart. "Imrik is preparing to seal the bipolar portal. He thinks the key is to find the connection anchor point between the mortal world and the Chaos Realm... This is a good idea, much more ambitious than Caledon's plan to solve the problem of the Great Vortex."

Upon hearing that it was a plan to deal with the end of the future, Master Ma suddenly became interested and his dim eyes sparkled again.

"Is it possible to seal the bipolar portal? There is no such powerful seal in the mortal world. Even if all the temple cities in Lustria are transferred..."

The flying temple city is one of the Lizardmen's black technologies. There are four cities left over from the dawn of creation, all of which contain enormous power.

Mazdamuddi could only think that by using the Temple City to seal the power from the Chaos Gods, combined with the treasure placed in the mountains of the Old World, there might be a glimmer of hope.

"Imric has his idea, and I think it is feasible. The eldest son of the ancient saint needs to prepare two giant pyramids to stabilize the matrix... But things are more difficult than imagined. Before fighting against the sources of the North and South Poles, we need to isolate the chaos corruption of the mortal world."

Kroka pointed his short hand at the ceiling, and Mazdamuddi followed the direction his teacher pointed and saw the dark green moon that was eternally orbiting the planet.

"Evil Moon..."

"Not only the Evil Moon, but also the Withered Swamp, the Northern Mountains, the Antarctic Ice Land, and the Endless Grasslands in the East... The eldest son of the Ancient Saint must complete the responsibilities that have not been fulfilled in ancient times and eliminate the races that do not conform to the grand plan."

Speaking of the big plan, Mazdamuddi was excited. He was a radical among the Slann. After the Lizardman hatching pool was rebuilt, the grandeur of the ancient army reappeared.

If there weren't two guys above him who had the power to interpret the grand plan, he would have already launched a genocide plan and called on the eldest son of the ancient saint to eliminate all inferior races.

"Ku Ga, Tehenhoin... they are all actively serving the Grand Plan. Solos and Shijiank have proven their belief in the Grand Plan." Lord Kroka sighed and said with a hint of regret, as if it was a sigh of emotion or a precursor to deception.

"The Slann can no longer hatch. This is a pity for the eldest son of the Ancient Ones... Mazdamuddi, you should serve as the leader of the Slann and prove the power of the Grand Plan."

Without waiting for Master Ma to react, Kroka waved his hand, and after a flash of white light, a huge giant lizard carrying a Tyrannosaurus Rex appeared, with its mouth wide open, looking blankly at everything around it.

The loud noise of the Tyrannosaurus being thrown away ended with the monitor lizard lowering its head.

"Honorable Lord."

Kroka waved his hand gently, teleporting the Tyrannosaurus to the Temple of Ichi, and then spoke to Mazdamuddi and Nakai.

"Mazdamundi, Nakai, follow the guidance of the ancient saints and work hard to help the mortal world survive the future dark catastrophe. Go."

The ignorant Master Ma, along with the equally ignorant Nakai, left the Emerald Pool.

The red-skinned toad lowered his eyes and glanced at the scarred monitor lizard. He wanted to ask how to try, after all, Nakai was close to his teacher.

But in the blink of an eye, Master Ma gave up and asked Nakai what hard work was. He might as well point to a few Chaos Demons. At least his well-developed muscles would be more useful.

After thinking for a long time, Master Ma found an excellent target. He had been unhappy with Tehenhauin for a long time since the Sotek sect did not follow the plan of the eldest son of the ancient saint and organized an attack on the Withered Swamp on its own.

Hesiota must be the defender of tradition, continue the honor of the ancient saints, and take back the lost lands of the past.

On top of the Southern Star Pyramid, Master Ma issued an imperial decree.

"Ku Jia, gather the army of the eldest son of the ancient saint and capture Albion Island." (End of this chapter)