Chapter 1280 The Gift of Tongue
The war was delayed a little longer than expected. When Imrik led the guards to Marienburg, the Norscan fleet was still at the mouth of the Reik River and had not landed yet.
This attracted the attention of the Phoenix King. When the human nobles wanted to respond and flatter, he was already impatient and waved his hand, letting the commissioner deal with these troublesome matters.
"The latest intelligence."
North searched around and could only tell a not-so-good situation.
"Your Majesty, the Norscan fleet has blocked the sea area from Orbion to Goronni, and it is difficult to detect the latest movements. It is still unknown whether the main force is attacking Marienburg or Goronni."
Two locations... How to judge is a troublesome matter.
Imrik thought it was a bit troublesome, but he vaguely felt that things were not as difficult as he imagined. The northerners of Norsca lacked a unified voice. The fact that the two enemies, Sali and Skellyn, could unite and go south must have been instructed by the Chaos Gods.
Egil's goal is easy to guess. It is nothing more than Khorne's stuff, killing, chopping, and smashing.
Ulfric was a little confused. The Eternal Challenger must go out as an executioner, but who will be the target?
Bretonnian King Lawn Leocornwall, Imperial Emperor Karl Franz... or me?
This thought made Imrick smile. It felt a little incredible. No matter how arrogant the dark gods were, they would not think that a small character could beat them, right?
However, just in case, especially when Ulfric's world-famous foul mouth disgusted him, the Phoenix King still made a difficult decision.
"Contact the embassy and ask them to prepare a teleportation array connected to the royal court and let Tyrion come over."
"Sir Tyrion..." North thought about it and found that Tyrion seemed to have no important things to do recently. Although he didn't know why His Majesty suddenly summoned him, more combat power would also provide more guarantees.
It was a very shameful thing for the monarch to go to war in person. With the prestige of the Phoenix King, he didn't need to prove himself with military exploits.
Two days later, the elves stationed in Marienburg welcomed a strong support.
When the dragon armor and winged helmets first appeared in the old world, the elves who were traveling and doing business in Marienburg felt more at ease.
The Phoenix King and the former war lord appeared together. What opponent could not be defeated?
Tyrion was confused. He was helping Eltharion count the professional armies of various countries and considering letting a group of people graduate and transfer to other positions to replenish fresh blood for rotation, so as to ensure that in the event of an emergency, a group of living forces who could immediately rush to the battlefield could be pulled out from the civilian population.
He had also heard about the things in the old world and thought they were all trivial matters. It was okay to fight a greenskin. It must be Imrik who was slacking off.
So when he saw the Phoenix King, he could only say.
"Is Teclis in trouble again?"
Holding a fruit plate, Imrik was still thinking about explaining. After all, it was a bit abrupt to call him suddenly.
But urgent things are always unexpected.
The alarm bell that sounded at a high speed was louder than the musical instruments in the palace, shaking the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
In Tyrion's face, Imrik smiled and said.
"Now you see, I am a Phoenix King who can only stamp, and I dare not duel with the Norse Yankees. I can only leave it to you, my respected former captain of the guard."
"Damn it." Tyrion cursed, and turned around without hesitation, thinking that the battle should be resolved as soon as possible to avoid delaying the work of Ulthuan.
"Wait."
Imrik's voice made Tyrion stop and wait for orders seriously. Although he was a little dissatisfied, he was definitely not resisting.
If the monarch took action at will, wouldn't it mean that the elves had no warriors.
A pure white and flawless sword fell in front of Tyrion, with delicate and vivid wings engraved in every position, and the sword guard that soared like wings showed its holiness.
The sword of creation... Tyrion did not reach out, the power contained in the sword of Asuryan was no less than that of the sword of Khaine, and he did not understand Imrik's thoughts for a while.
"A guarantee."
Tyrion's mouth slightly raised: "What this means is that I will be in danger."
"It is likely so."
"That's interesting."
Tyrion refused to draw his sword, and walked out of the narrow and simple human palace. He was confident that he could deal with all enemies.
"Well, he is still like this... It makes people feel respectable."
Imrik smiled, raised his finger slightly to let the Sword of Creation return to his side. He has felt that the will of the dark gods is getting closer, not just Khorne.
This means... The Eternal Challenger, with the anger, mockery, love and passion of the Chaos Gods, has come to his destined place.
A ship gliding in the sky attracted everyone's attention. The strange and ominous magic ripples floated from the bottom of the ship, like a precursor to the coming of darkness, bringing death to the south.
"The Hague!!!"
The imperial guards who recognized the flag of the Eternal Wanderer were all panicked. Norsca has brought countless troubles to the empire, and the Sali tribe led by Ulfric in recent years is the best among them.
"Quiet!"
Tyrion, who had just stepped into the city wall, roared at these lowly monkey soldiers. He really couldn't understand why they were waiting for the Norscan fleet to land. There were so many artillery in the city. A round of volleys at the river mouth would surely sink many barbarian dragon boats.
It's okay that humans are afraid, but Imrik also acquiesced to this behavior, as if he had handed the initiative to the barbarians.
"Tyrion."
"Bocachiri."
The two acquaintances held each other's arms. The tacit understanding formed in the royal court over the past hundred years did not require too many greetings.
Bocaqili stared at the dragon boat floating above the sky, his expression slightly solemn.
"I should have handed over the command to you, but His Majesty did not give any instructions... This should be related to the Hague."
"Ulfric the Wanderer?" Tyrion asked. He naturally had no interest in the old world, and he had only heard of the names of some Chaos warlords who had just emerged in recent years.
"Yes, he is the executioner appointed by the Chaos Gods. This time he is probably coming for the Phoenix King. Lord Creon needs to guard His Majesty... The Flame Knights will provide support as needed to ensure that your battle with him is not disturbed.
But some unpredictable things..."
"Don't worry, the Flame Knights just need to do their job well. There is no need to worry about a barbarian warlord."
When the two were discussing some details of the city defense, a burst of restless curses came from the dragon boats in the sky. Humans did not feel much about this, but the elves looked embarrassed as if they had eaten shit.
"Phoenix King, successor of Aenarion? Without dragons, you are nothing but a pile of shit. Tell me what the honor of you Caledor is. You are just a dog licking the buttocks for the dragon to admire, waiting to be fucked. You are even more disgusting and despicable than the Dread Knight licking the cold lizard's buttocks in Druzy.
So what if you got the dragon horn? You are hiding in the corrupt court protected by layers of protection, and you are busy giving birth to mixed-blood bastards with a bunch of slaves. Are you a phoenix or a dragon? If you have the guts, come out and show me whether you are a hairy beast or a cold-blooded freak covered with sticky scales!"
Bocachiri's face under the dragon helmet was already steaming. This is simply, simply...
"Don't get excited, he is angering us." Tyrion held the Flame Knight's shoulder. He had vaguely understood what Imrik meant. Hearing this disgusting face, he might not be able to eat for a few days. (End of this chapter)