Chapter 1023 Raising the Banner

Agrim's calm expression surprised Davian. With the dwarves' aversion to magic, this shouldn't be such a reaction.

"You don't seem surprised at all."

Agrim sighed, with a sense of silence that had seen through life and death. "What's the surprise? It's lucky to be able to save a life. Plus the time when Masno was in the cursed city, I owe you Caledor." The elf has two lives.”

Unexpectedly, Davian just shook his head and denied the important excuse of the Butcher King.

"If you help a friend, you can't say it's a debt. You are one of the few dwarves we value."

"That's such an honor." Agrim laughed out loud. Being sent here must have been approved by the white dwarf ancestors.

No matter what changes occurred in his body, since he had the endorsement of the white dwarf, he would not worry about being criticized when he returned to the Mountain Kingdom.

Seeing that Agrim didn't care about his physical condition, Davian thought that some precautions needed to be reminded.

This is the first case of the wind of magic infusing the body, and it is a dwarf who is naturally resistant to magic.

In the past, there was an experiment in the White Tower of Hos about using the wind of magic to energize the body. However, the end result was often that the unstable chaotic energy inside the wind of magic corroded the mind of the mage. The pure energy should be kept The body actually transformed into a demon.

"I must remind you that there are many conditions in this technology that we are not aware of yet. While giving you unparalleled power of flames, the wind of Aksha will also affect your mind at all times."

"Oh~, this might be a good thing. Sometimes I worry that I don't have enough anger."

This perfunctory attitude made Davian shake his head for a while. The same people really attract each other. There is indeed a common topic between the two reckless men.

"In this case, do you have any questions? If you want to return to the Army of the Ancestors, it is best to observe it in Caledor for a week."

Agrim stroked his beard and pondered for a long time. Under the expectant eyes of all the mages, he asked a jaw-dropping question that was very suitable for a dwarf.

"Will the flames burn our beards?"

"It's unlikely. When you use the magical wind excessively, the body surface characteristics will transform into energy form, which involves a mass conversion magic effect..."

"To put it simply, I have no interest in magic theory."

"Your beard, and..." Davian wanted to say the hair, but Agrim was bald, "will turn into flames, well... If you don't want the decorative hair of Balag's Crown to turn into ashes, then you can The best thing is to send it to Caledor for special treatment. This is the existence of the Wind of Aksha..."

"This is a gift from the ancestor Grimnir!" Agrim said firmly, holding a banner for himself. Legend has it that when the end of the world comes, the God of War will return to the mountain kingdom and lead the angry butchers to fight until the end of their lives. .

"As long as you are happy." Davian did not refute. As a dwarf, you will understand what's going on after you have been exposed to it for too long.

The Dragon Prince took out a crimson antique metal bracelet and threw it to Agrim, "This is a suppressor specially customized for you. It can quickly calm down the wind of Aksha in the body after the battle."

Agrim put on the bracelet and felt that it was quite good, so he asked casually.

"What happens if I take my bracelet off."

"You will turn into a ball of fire, bringing death to yourself and your enemies."

Agrim grinned, "I like that, thank you very much."

Seeing that the processing was almost completed, Davian nodded to his colleagues to leave, "I still have military duties to attend to. It's best for you to stay in the palace for a few days. His Highness Minas Nir will be responsible for adjusting your physical condition." ”

"Go, go, hurry up and kill more Druzis. I hate these black leather pointed ears."

"Um."

When the mage left, Agrim felt very strange with the new power and couldn't wait to call for a fight with Damian.

Damian, who was knocked away by Agrim's punch, was also filled with anger. He couldn't interrupt his business just now, but now he has found an opportunity.

The battle between the two was extremely fierce, from dawn to night, when the mountains reached the ocean, until the maelstrom was wiped out...

This was Imrik's inner complaint, because when he saw Agrim in the palace, the Butcher King was very indecent with a big black eye, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, even more embarrassing than when he was about to die.

Imrik, who was reviewing the memorials sent from all over Ulthuan, was speechless. He picked up the quill and put it down again. He looked at the two people with big eyes and small eyes in front of him.

"Can you two calm down for a while? This is not the time when Lustria was pioneering. One is the Butcher King of Karak Kaderin, and the other is Caledor Honor, who is revered by the Greenskins as the Big Boss of Humanity in the Badlands. Noble, have you lived all these years in vain?”

Agrim smiled disdainfully, "It is because of this mentality that you are unhappy in life. You are an elf prince who is famous for fighting. How come you crawled among the mountains of documents and turned into a funny civil servant."

The ridicule of the dwarves made Imrik even more speechless. He was born as a miner in Solgrin and started as a priest of Magnus, but they did not have time to go to the front line to fight all day long after they were crowned.

The Butcher King, recognized as the number one thug in your Gunshan Kingdom, naturally doesn't care about paperwork, and no one wants to provoke a group of butchers seeking death.

"Masno should have thrown you in the Cursed City then so that the oath of the Son of Balag could be fulfilled."

"It's a pity that he didn't." Agrim took a sip of beer, and his eyes suddenly lit up. It was a new world flavor that he hadn't tried in many years.

"Speaking of which, how is Masno's situation?"

While immersed in dealing with Cosqui's request for the Phoenix Court to increase support for the Eastern Navy to resist the incoming Norscan fleet, Imrik said indifferently,

"What else can I do? I'm still playing hide-and-seek with Druchi, but speaking of which, I heard that a Slaanesh Demon Prince has appeared."

Imrik, who was somewhat unfamiliar with the name of this demon prince, turned his head and asked the herald North, "What is the name of this demon prince of Slaanesh? Azarath or Azeroth?"

"Prince, the name of the Daemon Prince of Slaanesh who arrived in Ulthuan is Azazel. You defeated him during the Great Crusade."

"Why don't I have any impression at all? Am I too weak..."

Imrik's whisper made Agrim speechless for a while. He risked his life to kill a great demon of Nurgle during the Great Holy War. But you are lucky enough to have forgotten who the demon prince of Slaanesh he defeated was.

I can't continue to sit here and watch Imrik's jokes about handling paperwork. When it comes to his performance, there are really not many people who can match him.

"I want to go out and see the city."

"Go ahead, as long as you don't cause trouble, you two can do whatever you want." (End of Chapter)