Chapter 1247 The Guys Who Hold Us Back

"perhaps?"

Agrim rarely heard such probabilistic words from the High King. When the document was passed to the human emperor, he ignored the barriers between races, grabbed the Phoenix King's guard captain, and asked in a tone that left no room for doubt.

"Kryon, what happened to Karak Dreadnaught."

The guard captain said nothing. This kind of news could only be revealed by the leaders present. Although what he said was credible... he did not have the permission of the Phoenix King.

Knowing that he could not get any valid information from the Flameborn Knight, Agrim could only let go of his hand and hope that Imric would give an explanation.

"Several greenskin tribes gathered into a waagh and launched an attack on Karak Dreadfort. The target is probably Altdorf... Athel Loren's scouts informed my intelligence officers about this five days ago. The mountain fortress The outer city wall has been captured, and tunnel warfare may be ongoing."

Five days... Agrim weighed it in his mind. If he set out from Altdorf, it would take at least half a month to reach Karak Dreadnaught. It would be even more difficult to bypass the greenskins on the periphery for direct support. A double-team situation is likely to develop.

And currently the High King has not brought an army to Altdorf. Most of the people in the empire are elites...

The High King glanced at Karl a few times, and before the emperor made his position clear, he could not help but give the order to the herald: "Gather the compatriots of the Altdorf dwarf community, pick up weapons, put on armor, and join me in helping Karak Dauntless. Son of the mountains!"

There are a lot of dwarves in Altdorf, and most of them are craftsmen. It may sound like they lack combat capabilities, but this is the case for most dwarf mountain fortresses.

The grassroots dwarf warriors are usually laborers. When fighting, they pick up weapons and serve as soldiers. The population strictly limits the size of professional soldiers. Even Eternal Peak, which has the deepest foundation, only has about 10,000 professional soldiers.

Thorgreen rarely summons dwarf warriors to fight, but now there is nothing he can do. The total number of dwarves in Altdorf Palace is only four hundred. Although most of them are elites, they can't resist the tide of green skins.

Karl didn't have much opinion on this. He trusted the High King very much, and the words he used were summons, not assembly, which was not a big deal from a diplomatic level.

"Kurt, how many soldiers are stationed at Ulbrik?"

"Three thousand provincial soldiers and one hundred and sixty Rick Guards." Kurt looked at the Bretonnian Dukes intently and said slowly: "In an emergency, this number can be doubled."

"Bratonia supports the righteous actions of the dwarves, and it is every woman to resist the greenskins..." Duke Leonis wanted to follow the formula, but he couldn't speak, so he could only change his tone: "It is the duty of a knight. "

With no worries, Karl also made an astonishing move. He made a prompt decision: "Prepare the Death Claws to go into battle. I will lead Ulborik's soldiers to personally support Karak Dreadnaught."

The emperor flicked his cloak, and without waiting for anyone else's reaction, the trusted Rick guard walked towards the zoo, leaving only the elf with a playful face... and the stern-looking dwarf behind.

"Imric, where is your dragon?" Thorgreen would not place his hopes on a gryphon. If the Phoenix King came with the dragon, it would definitely slow down the greenskin's attack speed and delay it until Altdorf's reinforcements.

"Don't forget, because you idiots were worried that the summit would collapse, I burned Altdorf to ashes, but I strictly limited the number of accompanying dragons."

"Damn it!" Thorgrin was angry. He was not worried about the threat of the dragon, but mainly...the doubts of the electors, a bunch of guys who were holding them back.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided that he still couldn't take advantage of it easily. Imric gave North an order: "Let Araloth return to Athel Loren through the roots of the oak of time, and lead the giant eagle and forest dragon from the flanks of the Gray Mountains. Attacking the greenskins, speaking of..."

Thinking of the situation in the Gray Mountains, Imrik's sarcastic heart revived: "I have declared to the dwarves that I will not take the initiative to attack, but the Dreadnaught and Desolate Fortresses are crazy about the mountain modifications, hollowing out the rocks near the mountain fortress. , deploy various traps, for fear that the roots of the oak tree of the times will approach.

An airtight natural protective net has been built against the rugged mountains. Not to mention the elves walking on it, even the mice can't climb up. It's really a drag on the people. "

Thorgrin's face turned red, but now was not the time to argue with Imric. It was not easy for the elves to be willing to support him. How could he still expect them to try their best to rescue Karak Desolate Keep? What a dream.

"But I haven't been on the front line for a long time... North, please order the royal court to send my protective gear to Altdorf."

Having said this, Bloxon was surprised and asked, "You really don't have any armor?"

According to the experience of the dwarves, Imric must be ready to fight at any time when traveling. The possibility of not wearing protective gear is about the same as not having a dragon by his side.

"I just didn't expect that the empire and the dwarves are such useless people... I came from Ulthuan to attend the meeting, and I actually had to fight in person."

Bloxson was about to have a bad word with Imric, but the High King interrupted: "That's enough, don't worry about why he didn't bring armor, Imrik, bring your guards to fight, these dwarves are coming It’s important to say.”

"Is this an order? Or a request?"

"This is...a request."

"very good……"

Needless to say, the eager Supreme has already left with the Eternal Guard after gaining the approval of the elves. He will uphold the will of his ancestors and protect the territory of the Mountain Kingdom.

As for Imrick, he was not in a hurry. The speed of the short stack was not fast, but the elves were different. After getting some military horses in Altdorf, they could organize people to rush to Karak Fearless Fort immediately.

Ignoring the embarrassed faces of the electors, the Phoenix King waved his hand to let the elves disperse and prepared to hold a small-scale military meeting on this matter.

Twenty minutes later, Creon's expression was a little solemn. According to past traditions, the person who expressed his opinions in front of the dragon lord must be a trusted dragon prince, but now...

Kadroin, Kulan, Alaros, Marest... It's like a pot of rat shit piled together, which makes people feel sick.

Imrick, with his palms crossed and hanging on the table, said calmly.

"Let's talk about our own ideas, starting with Kadroin."

Usually in the war council, Kadroin used to communicate with others using sign language, which was criticized, but this time he couldn't do it.

The dry voice came out of the Phoenix Guard's mouth, like a corpse that had not been watered.

"I... don't have any... ideas." (End of this chapter)