Chapter 1052 Courage Is Stupidity

"What?! Father asked me to stay at the Dragon Gate?"

Drachnir could not believe the news. He was not a weakling who needed protection. On the contrary, in terms of strength alone, he was definitely the most powerful being in the kingdom after his father.

Agthel, who revealed the news, patted His Highness on the shoulder with some comfort, not with gloating, but with a sense of heaviness.

"My child, the responsibilities on your shoulders are no less than those of your father. You are eager to prove yourself in the war. We all understand this. However, if the result is not as expected, you need to take over your father's throne and lead Caledor forward. "

"I know, but..." Drachnir felt that the palm on his shoulder was particularly heavy. This... was beyond the prince's expectation.

In terms of military strength alone, Julongmen has gathered a total of 30,000 elite soldiers, and its top figures are even more numerous.

Arohan complained, "Life has its own origin. Since Drachnir's heart is on the battlefield, why use the burden of the kingdom to constrain his will? It must be that Imric is too protective."

Elvis, who was still in a state of eating melons, was furious. He pointed at the incompatible Twilight Twins in the tent and said,

"Damn Aslay, how can you springtails without a sense of kingdom and family understand the prince's painstaking efforts! Also, pay attention to your words. The person you are slandering is the eleventh person elected by Ulthuan. "Ren Phoenix King, Your Majesty is far more sacred and great than you imagine."

Neralise chuckled and didn't care about Elvis's rebuke.

"I haven't been crowned yet. Sometimes I'm really confused by your Assur's verbal games. Externally, I always call you Your Majesty, the Holy Phoenix King, and privately, you address me as His Highness, Prince, and Dragon Lord. Could it be that Im Rick’s identity is so complicated, do you need to use different names on different occasions?”

The uncle and nephew had a very clear attitude towards the Aslay sisters. They believed that they were springtails living beside His Highness the Prince. They relied on the protection of the Eternal Queen to pick and choose at the Dragon Gate. They also ridiculed the bloody nature of the Sotek Altar. brutal.

If there was a chance, they would chop one of the Twilight sisters to death on the spot to see if the Queen's twins would be resurrected again as legendary.

Agathel looked unkind. He received reports from many Dragon Gate soldiers about Asrai's damage to military facilities. The final result of the investigation was that they believed that these things would seriously harm the natural environment and must be eradicated.

Under the queen's order, the general reluctantly kept his temper and allowed his soldiers to reduce contact with Ariel's front.

But... these springtails dare to slander the Caledor royal family wantonly!

"Agrim asks for an audience."

The herald's words eased the atmosphere in the camp, and the somewhat helpless and sad Drachnir waved his hand, signaling for the dwarves to come in.

After entering the camp, Agrim, with a beard that smelled of alcohol, slowly looked at the situation inside.

Taking advantage of their free time yesterday, the warriors from the Anglande clan in the Army of the Ancestors were surprised to find that many of the troops under Prince Caledor were actually human brothers who had fought together in the Badlands.

The long-awaited encounter made the dwarves feel very good. Feeling that they were about to settle their hatred for thousands of years, the white dwarves also held a banquet with a wave of their hands to celebrate their former comradeship in a foreign country.

And Agrim is the focus of it. After all, after hearing what the elves said about the power of Kane's Holy Sword, the dwarves also expressed their sincere admiration for him being alive.

"Are you... ready to fight the wood elves?" Agrim was a little excited. The last time he was intercepted by Araloth's army was not something to be thankful for. The ancestral white dwarf said that he could not beat Asul, so he would beat him twice. Having a good time as an Aslay should be fine.

The Butcher King, who was gearing up for a fight, made Elvis angry. He and his uncle beating Aslay might attract criticism from the Queen, but the dwarf was fine.

Isn't it normal for a group of mountain barbarians to fight Aslay over a verbal conflict?

Elvis did not shy away from it. Even though the prince was by his side, he still persuaded Agrim, "Yes, if you kill one of the Twilight sisters, I will provide Karak Kaderin with a batch of anti-vampire weapons for free." Extremely effective obsidian weapon."

Agrim was a little tempted. Looking at the bamboo pole-like figures of the Twilight sisters, it was probably just a matter of two punches, and they might be even weaker than Aralos.

"That's enough, stop playing tricks here." Draconir rubbed his brows, feeling that everything was not going well.

But since his father gave the order, he couldn't disobey it and could only arrange the relevant matters as soon as possible.

"Agrim, invite the white dwarf over. My father has big plans."

The serious Prince Caledor asked Agrim Shanshan to put down his fists and look at Elvis, indicating that the matter with the Twilight sisters would be discussed after the war.

The white dwarf was very fast. Even after drinking the entire wine cellar's thick liquid, he still looked full, like a weathered but powerful oak tree.

"Boy Caledor, tell me your plan."

Draconir was called the Caledor boy by the white dwarves. Under the playful gazes of the Twilight sisters, the uncle and nephew of Fengxiao City looked indifferent, as if they had not entered their ears.

Nelalith used the newly learned term and muttered in a low voice, "Double-marked dog."

"If you are a hero who has resisted the great invasion of Chaos, you can naturally call the son of Caledor just like His Majesty Snorri." Agthel responded calmly. In Caledor, which values ​​blood and family, Snorri is also quite popular. Respected, the youngest son of the gods and the first generation of the supreme king are much nobler than you, a forest spirit.

"If you can talk less nonsense, I will be more honored by such respect." The low voice of the white dwarf caused the two quarrelers to shrug and signaled to continue.

"My father will lead a group of elite soldiers to confront Malekith directly. Among them are Caledor's best players. The remaining legions will be led by Edgar, the flag bearer, to fight against the Naggarond army.

Judging from the distance, if the dwarves want to join this reckoning, they must hurry up."

The white dwarf nodded silently, took out his pipe and took a deep breath, and nodded continuously, "Your father's courage is commendable. With such a great advantage, he still chose to fight in the way that Malekith most wanted."

Another alternative to courage is stupidity.

The white dwarf also knew that this was a choice, whether to gradually advance to the west, and finally watch Imrik fulfill his promise to deliver Malekith's head to him, or to personally participate in the process of beheading his head.

Wisdom and strategy, courage and stupidity, the white dwarf chose the latter.

Dwarves have never been a race that would care about interests in the face of hatred and oaths.

"As a dwarf, I have more reason to kill Malekith than your father." (End of this chapter)