Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Dragon Bone Wasteland is a desolate place located outside the civilized world.

There are often visitors here, with different purposes, coming to the ancient dragon cemetery.

The undead coveted the huge possibilities contained in the dragon's corpse, and took great risks to conduct a resurrection ceremony in an attempt to make the ancient beast succumb to the dark will.

Dwarves are also very interested in the treasures found in dragon graveyards. After a hundred years, an expedition team will come from the World's Edge Mountains, looking for valuables that can gain fame in the mountain fortress.

The greenskins and ogres that occasionally wandered around were frequent visitors here. The greenskins were very curious about the huge skeleton and took great pains to drag it back to the tribe and smear it with feces and mud as a great totem symbol.

Ogres occasionally bring bones back to the mouth of the Maw God in the Mourn Mountains, hoping to use the dragon's remains to satisfy the god's ever-hungry appetite.

For the elves who went deep into this place, they fell into silence when they saw the huge white bones exposed among the gravel ravines on the endless desolate plains, as well as some familiar metal objects they accidentally discovered.

The exploration team entered this holy land with passion, but after witnessing how the dragon's body was desecrated, they were filled with sorrow and occupied every corner of their souls.

Many elves couldn't stand the fact that when they wiped out some green-skinned tribes, they found dragon bones smeared with feces and mud. As a symbol of barbarism, their already sensitive hearts swore a blood oath, and their emotions gradually became extreme.

From detecting specific information in the Dragon Bone Wasteland, to killing every creature that desecrates the dragon's remains.

The person who led this idea was Creon, captain of the Flame Knights.

The simple stone house is a perfect match for the dust-faced crowd inside. Creon, who has just returned from chasing a team of Chaos Dwarf slave hunters, has a golden dragon armor that is extremely dazzling in dim light. At this moment, it is covered with too much dust. And became dirty.

The captain of the guard gnawed on the meat that was as hard as stone and cursed fiercely.

"The damn Chaos Dwarfs are more hateful than their cousins. They actually use the souls of demons to drive machinery. Val's hammer should kill them all."

When he and his colleagues kept insulting how hateful the Chaos Dwarfs were, the wooden door that was originally buzzing in the wind was pushed open, and the wind carrying volcanic ash blew over the dried meat in the guard captain's hand. The dark red color was... It becomes even more difficult to see.

Davian opened the door and had no compunction about disturbing the meal of the Flame Knights. As the gray wind kept pouring into the house, he continued to stand in the center of the door and look at the disgraced people inside.

"Hey, you're back. I thought you were going to attack Nazarond."

Creon patted the volcanic ash on the dried meat and was not impressed by Davian's contemptuous attitude. He continued to eat two mouthfuls in the wind, picked up the water bag from the table and took a quick sip before asking about the purpose of coming here.

"Don't say useless things. Why did you come here?"

The reason for the tense attitude between the two is that they don't like each other. Creon thinks that you, a speculator who has been staying in Saffrey all year round, have the qualifications to lead an important exploration team and deliver news about the Holy Land back to the kingdom.

Davian, on the other hand, was also very dissatisfied with the arrogant attitude of the Flame Knight, and repeatedly pointed fingers when organizing survey operations.

In this case, the two sides combined and clearly divided the responsibilities. The Flameborn Knight led the Dragon Tomb Order to drive away the hostile forces in the Dragon Bone Wasteland.

The survey team led by Davian continued to identify the specific identity of each dragon, the wasteland terrain and the flow of magical winds.

Davian closed the door, took out a compact document from his bag, and shook it in his hand. "I shouldn't have delivered this document, but it is of great importance. You and I must discuss it in detail in person."

After swallowing the last bite of dried meat in his mouth, he saw Davian's solemn tone. It must be that the document was very important.

Creon waved his hand, signaling to go elsewhere to talk.

Under the watchful eyes of the devouring Flame Knights, the two of them walked towards the basement of the stone house, a simple residence for the knights to rest.

More than twenty beds are arranged in a compact layout in the basement. There are no decorations in them, only a few wardrobes and wooden shelves used to hold some daily necessities.

Creon first went to the corner of the basement, took down an iron basin from the wooden frame, and filled some water from a solid stone jar half a man's height. He put his face into the basin and began to rub the dusty soil with his hands. face.

If people knew that the living conditions of the most famous Dragon Prince in the kingdom were similar to those of farmers in Bretonnia, would those who hoped to enter the Holy Land still have the same expectations?

Davian sighed silently in his heart. There was no shortage of supplies in Dawn Fortress, but how to send them into Dragon Bone Wasteland was a big problem.

The magical wind here is extremely chaotic. In an environment filled with volcanic ash and disorderly display of messy gravel, the sense of direction will become very blurred.

What's even more troublesome is actually the Chaos Dwarf's Demonic Bull. The inability to gain air supremacy made the survey team's progress very slow.

The supply route must be changed from time to time in order to transport the excavated dragon bones and obtain supplies from Dawn Fortress.

After washing his face with precious water, Creon motioned for Davian to sit down. Since there was no such thing as a chair, he naturally sat directly on the bed.

The two of them were sitting opposite each other, less than one meter away from each other, and they seemed to be able to feel the hot breath coming from the other's nostrils.

Davian first pretended to observe the simple basement for a while, and then said with a little regret,

"Your choice has caused the Dragon Prince, who is of noble birth, to receive undeserved treatment."

"This is our mutual choice and has nothing to do with you." The stiff tone made Davian shrug his shoulders. He might have expected Creon's answer.

Rather than enjoying material things, these Flameborn knights seem to have fallen into a state of religious enlightenment, believing that tempering their minds in the extremely arduous Holy Land can bring them closer to the worshiped Dragon Father.

All the pain suffered by the body is just the sublimation of the spirit to a higher level, expelling every enemy with ill intentions towards the dragon's remains. The scars and blood and tears suffered in the battle are part of the purification of the soul.

Knowing that the proud captain of the guard was very prejudiced against him, Davian did not want to waste time talking about old times, so he took out the letter and handed it to Creon.

After Creon finished reading the letter from his old coach in detail, there was a long silence.

A mastermind was trying to harm Caledor. If he had just entered Dragonbone Wasteland, he would have agreed to it without hesitation and immediately set off towards the Gray Mountains.

But after suffering so many hardships, he was unwilling to give up this rare pilgrimage opportunity.

Since entering this place, the sound of presence and absence has become more and more obvious. Perhaps just waiting for an opportunity, we can get the revelation from the father of the dragon. (End of chapter)