Chapter 1024 Elves Turn Green-Skinned

As the second dwarf to enter Tal Khaled, Agrim's popularity was much higher than that of Broxon.

Some well-informed dragon princes have already learned from Charis that the Butcher King was severely injured by Tyrion who pulled out the Holy Sword of Kane.

Being able to save a life in front of Kane's incarnation is considered a man.

Coupled with his experience in pioneering Lustria many years ago, Agrim can actually feel a sense of... goodwill in the elven city?

Looking at the dragon scale fragments handed to him by an elf kid, Agrim couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

The atmosphere of war made the city very serious, but young children definitely did not belong to this category. In order to take care of the elf babies who had no one to care for because their parents were busy with work, the palace specially circled a piece of land.

Establish a comprehensive nursery, a national project integrating education, accommodation and security.

Its level of importance is second only to the Dragon Palace. There are often dragon halberd guards patrolling outside. There are dense magic barriers inside and outside, and an emergency garrison is stationed nearby.

In Imrik's original words, whoever dares to attack Caledor's cub will grab the dragon's reverse scale and make a sashimi. Even if the palace is attacked by Druzi, nothing will happen to the nursery.

And Damian... is actually the martial arts teacher in the nursery.

In the spacious children's simulation training ground, more than thirty cute elf cubs were seen holding stones under Damian's command, holding them high on their right shoulders, and posing in preparation for throwing.

And Damian... raised a stone slab as thick as an adult with one hand, and made the same throwing motion.

"Look, this is how real men throw."

He took a step forward. As Agrim's brows kept beating, hundreds of kilograms of stone slabs flew out like cannonballs. The target was a leather dummy filled with soft materials.

The law of powerful flying bricks applies everywhere. The stone slabs exploded the cotton inside the leather dummy like rain, and then hit the stone wall behind with unabated force.

The ferocious force caused the stone slab to make a muffled thunder sound on the wall, and it was inserted straight into the wall like a coffin lid.

"Waaag..." Damian coughed. He had already received a warning from Phyllis not to teach elf children as green boys.

"Now, free practice."

But obviously after making a noisy waagh, the boys were deeply inspired and tried their best to imitate Damian in throwing pebbles.

"Waaaagh!"

"waaaaagh!"

"I'm the best!"

"I am the qualified boy."

Agrim felt that his eyes and eyebrows were dancing all the time. If you teach a child like this, aren't you afraid of being killed by Imrik?

Because of the child's noisy voice, the guards outside the simulation training ground cast unkind glances inside, presumably preparing to report the matter to Maid Phyllis later.

The guard's gaze made Damian shrink back. He was not afraid of Phyllis, but the nagging of a troublesome woman was always uncomfortable.

What's even more uncomfortable is that if Imrik knew that he had taught the Caledor cubs to become green-skinned, there would be no good consequences.

The dragon's wrath...

Thinking of the group of Druzi imprisoned in Anaheim, Damian was sincerely frightened. In order to test the content of the dark elves who believed in Slaanesh, a group of shirtless Druzi were locked in a small dark room. The final result Very gratifying...

Masno often threatened him about this matter, saying that if anyone disobeyed the order, the prince would lock him up in Druchi's small dark room, and enjoy the pleasure of Slaanesh's peak with Druchi.

"Do you want to give it a try?" Damian's words made Agrim stunned. Teach the elf cub?

This seems interesting...

"Find me some throwing axes."

The Butcher also has long-range weapons that he is good at, but they are more special. As the son of Balaag, Agrim is most proficient in long-range strike methods, but the traditional dwarf throwing axe.

Teaching an elf to use a throwing ax suddenly caused the evil fire in his heart to rise. This was similar to the elf teaching a dwarf to learn bow and arrow.

The five unsharpened throwing axes were unknown. Where did Damian get them, but Agrim weighed them for a while and found that the specifications were almost exactly the same as those commonly used in the Mountain Kingdom.

"Get it from there. Caledor will also import weapons from the Kingdom of the Mountains?"

Damian explained, "As for the Vaal Church, these blind men like to play with various weapons. My grandfather's sword was copied several times, and as a result, no elf can use it properly."

Aren't you talking nonsense? Agrim thought to himself, your grandfather's machete is so huge that it is comparable to the tattered machete used by the green-skinned warlord. How can any elf use it normally?

Due to racial differences, even Agrim, who is extremely strong among dwarves, is only a head taller among the elves. From a distance, he looks inexplicably happy, as if he is famous for his anger and fighting. The butcher king of the world suddenly became the child king.

Agrim raised the flying ax over his shoulder, without even shaking his body. He only relied on the strength of his arms to throw the flying ax into a black shadow that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The five throwing axes hit the ends of the stone slabs thrown by Damian with extremely precise movements.

The boys were a little confused, not knowing what the dwarves were doing. The long-range weapons they came into contact with the most were elegant and deadly bows and arrows.

This crude and embarrassing throwing ax looks like...

It seems quite fun.

A few naughty boys were already running towards the wall a hundred meters away, preparing to imitate Agrim's posture and use the throwing axe.

And the Butcher King was not stingy, using very stiff Elvish language to instruct the cubs on how to assume the correct posture, and the atmosphere was actually somewhat inexplicably harmonious.

The throwing ax training was highly praised by the two reckless men. Damian has decided to let the boys learn to use throwing axes and ancient spears in the following tutorials. Only sissies can't use long arrows as thick as their thumbs and use their weapons to pick them off. It just flew away without any power.

A real man uses long-range weapons that can directly tear his opponent's body in half.

For example, during the confrontation with the greenskins in the World's Edge Mountains, a crucial cannon misfired and was unable to effectively attack the stone trolls mixed in the greenskins.

Under the shocked gazes of countless dwarves, Damian held the cannonball in one hand and fired it with his flesh and blood, which was no less powerful than the cannon.

At the end of the day's happy time, Agrim felt very satisfied. When walking on the street, he raised his head and looked at the dragons that kept coming and going above him. He asked a little impatiently,

"With a swarm of giant dragons flying around in the sky, I'm sure I can't even get a good night's sleep. Aren't you annoyed by your pointed ears?"

"Maybe they like this, being hit by dragon excrement can be regarded as a lucky one." (End of Chapter)