Chapter 975 The Blood Dragon and the Pious

"Abrash..."

Imric looked at the image projected by Lao Mi with magic and rubbed his chin with interest. The appearance of the ancestor of the blood dragon in Ulthuan was indeed surprising.

This martial madman is undoubtedly one of the most difficult beings in the world, and tearing apart the great demon of Khorne may only be the lowest level of his strength.

Who is stronger, him or Tyrion, who drew the sword of Khaine?

This question appeared in Imrik's mind. If a warrior is not interested in Abrash, it can only be said that he has not overcome the fear in his heart.

Minasnir furrowed his thick eyebrows and squinted his eyes to watch Aborash riding a horse in the sun.

"I hate the smell on his body. The blood of dragons flows in Ablash's body."

"But compared to a dead non-Caledor dragon, Ablash is undoubtedly more useful. The Blood Dragon Knight in his hands is a force that cannot be underestimated...

Provided that that idiot Valazi Harken is killed. "

Minasnir shook his head several times. He felt a threatening aura from Ablash. The dragon did not participate in the last battle in Kislev. Now it actually seems that the ancestor of the blood dragon and Ku Ga It seems that they did not use all their strength during the battle.

At least Lao Mi believed that he could kill Ku Gar and Quimok without any pressure. Among the lizardmen, the only real threats to him were Croka, a few second-generation Slann, and the Old Saint's war machine Nakai.

"What are you going to do, waste your time fighting a vampire? We need to hurry up and transfer the old guy's soul to the Dragon Horn, so that we can have the capital to fight that stinking snake."

Imrik shrugged and did not deny that the ancient dragon sleeping at the bottom of the Dragonspine Mountains was more valuable than imagined, and he would use the dragon horn as a medium to completely absorb his power.

Compared to Croka's group of tool men who followed the ancient saint's plan, he still wanted to believe in the power of the dragon.

"Let Magnus fight him. Although my hands are a little itchy, I think the savior doesn't mind having another vampire's life in his hands."

"Without Gale Maraz, Magnus may not be able to defeat Abrash."

"Then let's wait and see."

Abrash, who followed the scouts to Tal Khaled, first looked at the oldest city in Ulthuan for a while, but soon lost interest.

Even just standing at the gate of the city, Madman Wu's intuition already told him that the number of strong men inside was far beyond imagination, and he was in the right place this time!

The scout whispered some information to the Dragon Prince in charge of city defense, which showed that Ablash was quite honest on the road and had not done anything extraordinary. According to the arrangement of the Champion Warrior, he should be able to directly meet the prince.

The Dragon Prince nodded to show that he understood, and stared at Ablash for a while with eyes full of fighting intent. A warrior who could put Masno at a disadvantage, no matter what race he was, could already arouse the desire to win in all Dragon Princes. .

But Ablash, who was on the skeletal horse, only responded to the Dragon Prince's fighting intention with a calm and hoarse voice.

"You are not qualified yet."

"..." The Dragon Prince sneered for a while. He is indeed not qualified now, but he only hopes that you can still "live" to say this sentence in the future.

"Come with me."

The black and red figures one behind the other did not march towards the palace from the main street. Under the leadership of the Dragon Prince, Ablash was taken to a secret training ground.

The closed training ground is large enough to accommodate thousands of people standing at the same time. The marble floor has obviously been processed by magic. The color of the steel ensures that the warring parties will not be affected by the venue.

The Dragon Prince opened the door and motioned for Ablash to enter the training ground. This was once a place used for secret executions of criminals in ancient times. Although it was recently renovated and opened, few elves entered due to some taboo reasons.

Ablash was naturally unafraid. He wished he could hold a tournament in Tal Kaled and drink the blood of all the masters.

If the green skins enjoy fighting, then the blood dragon knights are crazy about fighting. As long as they lose the blood dragon, there is no fear of the blood dragon.

When Abrash walked into the steel gate, the first thing he saw was not the Imrik he was thinking about, but a human holding a sword that penetrated the ground.

Judging from the appearance of the human race, this human has a typical Imperial Umbrogan race, with lush body hair and long golden hair, as well as the iconic high cheekbones of the Imperial people.

He was a little disappointed. After all, there had never been any warriors worth mentioning in the empire. In the memory of the ancestor of the blood dragon, only Sigma and a few Yurik knights were of some interest. And this unknown imperial barbarian might be Imri. Ke found something that disgusted him.

But after really paying attention, there was a smile on the corner of his cold face that had never changed. The two gods of Ulric and Sigma... It seems that this elf king has a wider layout than imagined.

Magnus pulled out his big sword, and Davian first found him an artifact battle ax in the Dragon Palace. He first made do with it and waited for the Vaal Church to finish the work during this period before forging a war hammer.

But I never thought that the Emperor actually didn't like using a war hammer. Compared to Gal Maraz's terrible dwarf two-handed hammer shape, he was better at using a great sword.

The eyes of the devout people turned cold. Abolash, even though the ancestor of the blood dragon had never appeared in the empire during his reign, the tragedy caused by the series of blood castle knights in Nunn could all be traced to the vampire in front of him. .

Ablash was not in a hurry to draw his sword and fight. Compared to Madman Wu, the current Blood Dragon Ancestor's curiosity about unknown affairs temporarily overcame his desire to fight.

The vampire looked at the man with a strong body and face who was only in his early thirties with great interest.

“Magnus, the master of the empire’s revival, the unprecedented double-chosen god of Ulric and Sigmar, and known as the savior, never thought that you would reappear in the world in this way.

I would be delighted with the look on Nagash's stinking face if he knew that the path to immortality he had been seeking so hard could be easily obtained by a northern barbarian. "

"Abrash, I have heard of your name. Countless tragedies in the empire were caused by your blood dragon family. The sons of Sigmar and Ulric suffered from vampires."

"Weakness is the original sin."

"Really, I hope you have this strength..."

Magnus no longer concealed his identity, and the icy blue mist that was about to come out gathered without wind, and pure white holy fire appeared under his feet. A white wolf gradually emerged behind him, howling under the moonlight.

The golden light symbolizing the soul flame was not to be outdone. The sword in his hand turned into a golden flashing rod emitting scorching light under the power of Sigma, which only made Ablash narrow his eyes for a moment.

The Blood Dragon Ancestor took off his helmet, and his pale face was also full of fighting spirit. The harvest this time was far beyond imagination.

One of his regrets is that he never fought against Magnus. (End of chapter)