Chapter 1248 Personnel

"Just kill. The Black Guard has killed countless greenskins in the wasteland of Naggaroth and will not be afraid of any noisy waagh."

This is Kulan's idea, and it is also Druchi's consistent impression of the greenskins. It is difficult for races that make a living on the sea to have much contact with the greenskins. In most periods of history, Druchi and the greenskins have nothing to do with the order race. There is not much difference in words.

"The greenskins in the wasteland of Naggaroth are just a group of remnants left in the corner of the world. They are completely different from the conditions in the old world." Imrik shook his head and rejected without any hesitation. This greenskin invasion is not simple. From the beginning As of the impending capture of Karak Dreadnaught, there was almost no news. It would be impossible without two big guys behind the scenes.

Kuran did not respond, but his calm expression showed that he did not put the green skin in his eyes.

"Alaros."

Aralos, who had been pondering for a long time, came up with a guess.

"Is there any trace of the Skaven among them? As far as I know, the rangers of Dwarf Duozi are... relatively stupid, but even the desperate passages between Eternal Peak and Iron Peak Castle can transmit information. Fearless Castle is only half a mile away from the Empire. With a gray mountain range, it is impossible for the goblins to intercept all the dwarves."

"Nice idea..."

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Ten minutes later, Victor was brought to the Phoenix King by the Flameborn Knight Boca Chiri. This time, the Phoenix King had a completely different temperament from the one he had seen before. He was cold, arrogant and powerful.

Before the Witch Hunter could speak, the Phoenix King had already issued an order: "Victor, if you follow the military order of the empire, will you participate in this operation to support Karak Dreadnought?"

"No, my duty will be to deal with the undead disaster that may occur after the war."

"Then you have new responsibilities..." Imrik nodded toward the side of the assembly area, indicating that he could come out.

In Victor's weird look, the butcher with two axes on his waist looked extremely dissatisfied.

After hearing the summons from the High King, Glagrim immediately wanted to set out with his father to save the compatriots in Dreadnaught from fire and water.

But in the blink of an eye, War Undertaker was stopped by the Phoenix King, saying that he had something to solve.

Agrim didn't think much about it. It might be safer to follow the elves than to stay among the dwarves. Imric couldn't just sit back and watch his only son be in danger.

There were too many links, Imric would not say much, and just gave an order: "He is Karak Kaderin, Gragrim of the Dragonbeard Clan, the person who will perform the mission with you... Karak ·There is an underground bonfire on the left side of Fort Fearless, which can successfully guide the artillery positioning coordinates of Wesen Territory."

The witch hunter swallowed. This mission was a bit crazy. The craziest thing was... his teammate was a butcher and was not suitable for such a secret mission at all.

The most likely way for the Butcher to encounter an enemy is to rush into the crowd with a leap, cut the enemy into pieces, and then be surrounded and complete the eternal end.

Knowing what the witch hunter wanted to say, Imric waved his hand and said, "Bokakiri, tell him the list of people traveling this time. He can find a helper at will among the elves."

The arranged Phoenix King disappeared from the eyes of the witch hunter in the blink of an eye, leaving only humans, elves and dwarves staring at him.

Bocachi coughed twice and clenched his fists to show a bit of toughness. In his eyes, what else needed to be said about the personnel list.

Since His Majesty attaches so much importance to Victor, he must be shouldering a major mission, and the Flameborn Knight is naturally the best helper.

"Ahem, Victor, you must also know that His Majesty attaches great importance to this operation. I think it is necessary for you to find the best swordsman to help..."

"I need a scout, an elite scout who specializes in dealing with all kinds of emergencies."

The Flame Knight, who was forcibly interrupted to confess, stared angrily, what a bullshit scout, is it important to have the help of the Flame Knight, he can kill the entire greenskin defense line by himself.

After glaring many times to no avail, Bocaqili, who wanted to go through the back door, felt helpless. The witch hunter was very sincere, and the Flame Knight did not dare to act in a submissive manner towards the Phoenix King.

"Akaslan, an elite shadowwalker of Nagaryth, one of the candidates for the Hand of the Shadow Crown, I will inform him of this."

The flame knight snorted coldly, and left with dissatisfaction, disappearing from the eyes of humans. He reminded him by the way: "Your Majesty takes this mission very seriously. Don't let him down, otherwise you will not be able to bear the result of failure." …”

After the elves left, the witch hunter and the butcher finally had room to talk. Victor raised his hands in front of his chest and crossed them. He stood up straight and made a double-tailed comet ceremony: "Salute to you, Grimnir's followers." May the wrath of the God of War be with your axe.”

Gragrim inherited some of his father's small traits and didn't pay much attention to these complicated etiquette. He just nodded and shook the towering orange crown on his head: "May Sigmar be with you, Witch Hunter."

"Then brother dwarf, can you tell me why you were chosen by the elves... so that I can analyze the reasons." Victor was a little tentative. He was always puzzled by the elves' overtures all the way. Even though he shoulders an important mission, but... …Is the Phoenix King qualified to know?

It's okay not to mention it. When it came to the pointed ears, Gragrim was so angry that he blew his beard that didn't reach his chest: "I'm ready to set off with Kaderin's warriors to see Grimnir's The anger spread across the mountains, and I didn’t expect my father to push me away!”

"May I ask, who is your father?"

"Agrim Ironfist."

Victor rolled his eyes. It turned out that he was the only offspring of the Butcher King, the War Undertaker of Karak Kadrin. Why was he asking? He must be a thug for the elves.

The War Undertaker, also known as the one who shared honor and disgrace with the Butcher King, was usually only the son of King Kadrin. The prerequisite before becoming the king was to prove that he was a "successful" butcher.

Agrim was a failure, so he was a War Undertaker for a long time and participated in the most massive great holy war in a thousand years and was still alive, but Gragrim... the witch hunter could not guarantee it. This little mustache looked a little irritable.

If he died, would it be a good thing or a bad thing...

Gragrim, who was full of fighting spirit, made Victor have this thought in his heart, but he quickly put it behind him.

The ancient covenant between the dwarves and humans needs to be maintained with life, which is the guidance of Sigmar.

Two heavy white breaths came out of the butcher's nostrils. Gragrim was eager to head to the Dreadnought Castle to prove that he would become a successful butcher.

"Let's go. Don't worry about the pointy-eared scouts. They are all cowards."

"No hurry... It will take a few days for Altdorf to gather troops. I still need to find some help." (End of this chapter)