Chapter 1281 Mockery

Ulfric's sweet and vulgar words passed through the walls and countless anxious humans in Marienburg and entered the ears of the Phoenix King.

He barely maintained a confident smile, and the metal handrail he was holding turned into a knot at some point, and the corners of his eyes kept pulling.

"So I hate the Yankees... Their vulgar words are disgusting, like uneducated beasts growing wildly in the wilderness, eating the feces of the Chaos Gods to survive, and exuding a terrible stench all over their bodies."

You may be able to match the Yankees' foul mouth...

Crion muttered in his heart, and soon he was greeted by Imrick's unfriendly eyes, as if he guessed what the captain of the guard was thinking.

The Flame Knight quickly changed the subject. The Phoenix King treated people with elegance and ease, so how could he sneer at his opponent on the battlefield?

"Your Majesty, Ulfric has been disconnected from his fleet. There are many war mammoths on the dragon boats, which may pose a threat to the city walls."

"War mammoths..." Imrick seemed to think of something and relaxed his grip on the handrail.

"Remember Ugo, the giant beast taller than the city wall, which really shocked me. I was surprised that the Chaos Gods had such a profound impact on the world... We spent a lot of time to deal with the Father of Mammoths, although many people thought it was a fluke."

Looking at Creon's indifferent expression, Imrick sighed. What's there to be sentimental about with a fool? He must be fully focused on the upcoming war.

"Let's go, I'll guard this place."

Creon's expression moved slightly, but he still hesitated and said reservedly: "But I am your guard."

"Killing all the enemies is the best guard...Don't interfere with Tyrion's battle, pay attention to the movements of the war mammoth."

"But there are no dragons in Marienburg."

Creon's eyes clearly said that he wanted to fight against the champion of the Yankees, not as a giant beast sniper.

"I think Bocaqili is a good candidate. Maybe you can introduce him to me. This outstanding court swordsman doesn't seem to be satisfied with his current treatment."

"I don't think it's necessary. No mammoth can get close to the city wall!"

Speaking in this way, Creon walked out of the palace with a heart full of justice. It's better to be a giant beast sniper than to be a mascot beside the Phoenix King.

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On the city wall, Boca Chiri's expression became more and more solemn. A round of cannonballs fired at the Hague disappeared in a mysterious glimmer. This mysterious dragon boat, with the strange power of the Chaos Gods, can easily sail from one end of the world to the other...

It is unknown whether the cannonballs just fired hit the unlucky guy.

When the Hague arrived on land from the sky, the Norse warlord wearing Chaos Dwarf Plate Armor finally showed his true form.

He was half a body taller than an ordinary person, and his heavy body stood in place like a Chaos Totem.

A shield engraved with the Chaos Octagonal Seal spread fear to the surroundings at all times.

He stood alone in front of the city gate, treating countless crossbows and muskets as toys, with a disdainful smile on his face soaked by wind and frost.

"Ha?! Followers of the false gods in the south, you only dare to be cowards behind the city walls! When my sword cuts your throats, burns the steel cages you are proud of, and the temples full of lies, you will know that I am the killer of the true gods!"

"Elves, let your monarch face me, I will be the first Norscan warrior to kill the Phoenix King with my own hands. Haha!"

Tyrion held back some of his anger, this mouth is really stinky enough.

Bocachiri's anger was even worse than his, but the Flame Knight still fulfilled his duty and lowered his voice.

"He is very dangerous... Not a weakling, be careful."

Obviously, Ulfric came with the idea of ​​a championship duel. From a strategic point of view, this can effectively delay the defender's time and gain more opportunities for the fleet to land.

But with the strategic level of the northerners, Tyrion and Bocachiri agreed that this was just Ulfric's desire to show himself in front of the Chaos Gods, and it was definitely not for victory in the battle.

Although Tyrion was a little solemn, the fighting spirit in his eyes showed excitement.

"He is not a weak man, but I am stronger than him."

"The Flame Knights will ensure that no one interferes in the championship duel. I wish you victory, son of Aenarion."

"Yes."

The city gate slowly opened, and Bocaqili gave the human city defense commander a punch, thinking that he should not meddle in other people's business, and the duel of honor would never be disturbed by a little problem.

Even if Lothern, where the Phoenix Court is located, is besieged, if the enemy dares to demand a championship duel, the Dragon Prince will still open the city gate.

Without Malhandel, Tyrion's figure is a little lonely. Time has passed for a long time. Even if he finds a pure-blooded mount that can match the father of horses in Arion, in his heart, the horse that accompanies him on the battlefield is still irreplaceable.

The feather helmet of the blood of Aenarion was still handsome, and the dragon armor protected the user from any harm as it had for thousands of years, but Tyrion was less furious than before and more calm.

Perhaps he had understood his significance to the elves, not as a totemic warrior symbol, but as a killer, an incarnation of a banshee who announced death to the enemies of the Phoenix King.

The winged helmet and the dragon armor of Aenarion made Ulfric stop his endless curses and realize that the elf that appeared was not the Phoenix King.

Although he had never seen the monarch of the elves, some rumors were not wrong. Imrik, like him, was a warrior who disdained to wear a helmet.

Ulfric laughed loudly, as if mocking the elves' cowardice: "So that's how it is. The Phoenix King, who is known for his bravery, was worried that he would lose and disgrace the reputation of his ancestors, so he sent a small character to face the warriors of the Four Gods. He is worthy of being the Dragon Lord. It really opened my eyes!"

The insults of the wanderer were specially translated by Tzeentch. Even if someone used means to cover their ears, they could still hear this embarrassing voice that went straight into the soul.

Tyrion smiled and pulled out the Sun Sword from its sheath. The shining light like the sun covered the evil spirit of the octagonal mark.

"So the warriors of Norsca are just known for their mouths. Maybe your mouth is sharper than the sword?"

Tyrion usually doesn't speak in a sarcastic way, but the strange atmosphere when a group of dragon princes in the royal court spoke made him learn some fur.

Ulfric was stunned, but soon laughed again, and drew the sword of Torgard, pointing it directly at Tyrion: "So you are the son of Aenarion, the incarnation of Cain... Before killing the Phoenix King, using you as a sacrifice to the Chaos Gods is also a good choice.

Come on, you bastard who climbed onto the bed of the ancestors!"

Tyrion, who was originally calm, immediately turned red when he heard the words. The thing he could not stand the most was being mentioned about his relationship with Morath.

He admitted that he was the incarnation of Cain, and he also admitted that he killed his fellow elves, but he never coveted Morath.

"Looking for death, Chaos bastard!" (End of this chapter)