Chapter 1279 Sally and Skylin

"Crion, how do you think gifts and bribes should be distinguished?"

Two wooden boxes full of gold and jewels, this is the answer from Marienburg, and it is also the reason why Imrick hesitated.

Good fellow, these merchants seem to have grown brains, and they did not send the gold to the Norscan barbarians, but instead handed it over to the Elf Embassy in Westerland, under the pretext of praising the help of the Phoenix King over the years.

The captain of the guard was alert. This cannot be said casually. Those in high positions must distinguish the dialectical relationship between gifts and bribes. Some things can be done, and some things cannot be done.

"It is called a bribe only if the work is done. Since it is not done and no reward is asked for, it is naturally a gift."

Seemingly a little surprised by this answer, Imrick looked at the captain of the guard twice. He did not expect that he could make such a philosophical double-standard statement.

"Can something presented to a foreign monarch be called a bribe?"

"It should be... not." Creon's answer was difficult. He didn't understand what His Majesty and North were planning. They had been wandering around the border area of ​​Rickland. Now the empire was in internal and external troubles, but the elves were still watching the show and fishing. It seemed that it was not in line with the policy determined in the past.

The gift list and instructions sent by the embassy also clearly pointed out that Marienburg was not asking for support, but only showing respect.

With a sigh, Imrick also vaguely guessed that things might not develop as expected. It seemed that Marienburg was still a little concerned about the attitude of Cologne. If they gave the gold treasure to the northern barbarians, they would have to bear a serious stigma.

"Have you figured out the composition of the northern fleet?"

"Sali and Skellin tribes, led by Ulfric Wanderer and Egil Stibjorn, and some small tribal warbands."

North handed over the intelligence so far to His Majesty. Although he was a little disappointed that the plan did not succeed, it did not affect the overall situation.

This Yankee fleet needs to be dealt with, and as for what happens next, it depends on Asuryan's arrangements.

"Ulfric the Wanderer... Egil Stjorn..." Imrick held the paper, feeling a little interesting.

Judging from the strength on paper, the dukes of Laun will never lose to the Eternal Challenger and the Khorne Executioner. When the Yankee barbarians faced Grandpa Batto, their best tactic was to first strangle the low-quality serf auxiliary army, and then slowly rub against the elite knights.

However, it is said that Laun seems to be reforming the composition of the serf army, and has signed an arms trade agreement with Wiesen, allowing the lowly serfs to pick up muskets to defend the lady's territory... and sacrifice their lives for Grandpa's finances.

"How did the Patriots react?"

"The general intended to provide military assistance to Bretonnia, but attached some not-so-subtle conditions."

"So Laun refused."

"Well, the words were very radical, thinking that Kislev was insulting the Holy Human Alliance."

The Holy Human Alliance...

Hearing this word, Imrick couldn't help but laugh out loud. Although the knight grandfather often talked about honor and courage, when it comes to doing things that lack benefits, he is also accustomed to working without effort.

Their support for the Northern Shield is not even as good as that of Stirling, one of the poorest provinces in the empire.

"Tell Marienburg that I will help them through the difficulties...but the area of ​​the Elven Port area needs to be expanded."

"This may cause the emperor's disgust."

North is not without worry. Establishing friendly relations with the emperor is an important matter of the summit, but His Majesty's recent actions seem to be contrary to the goal.

"Karl is a wise man who will make reasonable decisions. Tell the outside world the truth. If we are fast enough, maybe we can help Bretonnia? Hehe."

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On the Norscan dragon boat, blood and skulls dotted every corner. Pieces of peeled skin were hung on the wall waiting to be washed by the sea breeze and become the next interesting decoration.

The tall man with a Mohawk hairstyle had a brown beard tied into a small braid. On the fine steel plate armor forged by the Chaos Dwarves, there were skulls that had long lost their life. He carried an iron stake on his back, and the remains of human bones hanging on it were gleaming white.

The man sitting opposite Ulfric was taller than the Eternal Challenger. His mountain-like body was wrapped in brass plate armor full of evil runes, and his eyes under the horn mask were full of anger.

Egil Stibjorn, chieftain of the Skellin tribe, the chosen champion warrior of Khorne, has been killing in the name of the Blood God throughout his life.

Egil clenched the skull wine cup in his hand, and his tone was full of pressure when he spoke to Ulfric.

"You brought a lot of interesting toys from Kurgan..."

"Some mammoths that can fuck Skellin's mother. I like these guys. The sound they make when stepping on the weak is like the most pleasant music.

And the riders of Kurgan, they can't drive a boat, but they can definitely kill those holy grail grandfathers who are kept by bitches immediately."

Ulfric's mockery of Egil only caused a low laugh from the Khorne champion. Skellin and Sali, two tribes that also worship the divine dog, have joined forces to go south far less often than fighting in the Norsca Mountains.

Unexpectedly, one day, the opponents who had fought on the battlefield were drinking wine in the dragon boat.

Egil crushed the skull, let the bright red wine slide from his palm, supported his knees with his elbows, and took a half step forward.

"The Four Gods order you to kill the elves' monarch. If you succeed, you will gain the honor of being on par with the Eternal God's Chosen... If you fail, you will be cursed forever."

The destiny of the Eternal Challenger is to kill powerful enemies one by one under the instructions of the Four Gods. So far, Ulfric has proved that he is a qualified executioner, but he is not the best.

Ulfric did not show weakness, and made the same gesture as Egil, looking into the eyes full of anger.

"I will kill him, this is my destiny."

"Haha, what did I hear? Do you really think that you can defeat the successor of Aenarion by yourself?!"

The successor of Aenarion, I don't know when, the Chaos forces called the eleventh Phoenix King so.

Every executioner wants to kill the Phoenix King to gain the favor of the Chaos Gods, but they are deeply afraid of the incarnation of Asuryan.

Ulfric put his hand on the sword of Torgard. It seems to be a good choice to practice with Egil before killing the Phoenix King. This is a tradition.

But unexpectedly, Egil's tone changed and he stopped laughing.

"I don't doubt your strength, although you may not be able to defeat the Phoenix King... but you should understand that this is a war, not a duel.

As long as Oliveira reacts and immediately withdraws the legion from Nordland to support their monarch, it will be difficult for you to escape from the elves' siege.

But as long as you hand over the people of Kurgan to me..."

"Ridiculous." Ulfric interrupted Egil's words. Both of them had their own missions, and he didn't believe that Egil would really help. (End of this chapter)