Chapter 1286: Egil's Spear

"It seems we're early."

Relying on his arrogant eyesight, Bocaqili keenly saw the battle situation below.

The anxious beach landings are still going on. This situation has lasted for a long time. Since the founding of Bretonnia, the Norscans heading south have never given up on this rich land.

Chief Egil of the Skelling tribe is the Chosen God of Khorne who enjoys plundering Bretonnia.

Bodies were scattered on the originally green grassland. These pastures, which were considered the pride of Colonni, were now turned into slaughterhouses, with the remains of limbs under the cannon...

"Wait a minute, when did Bretonnia have artillery?" Bocacci was stunned. This was an unprecedented thing. He always thought that monkeys were still continuing the divine catapults.

"Don't underestimate them...what happened to that mercenary?"

Imric's eyes were much sharper than those of the guards. He had already discovered an unusual team in the Bretonnian army formation. Soldiers were neatly arranged with a gap of three meters. The carriages carrying artillery were placed on the spot to form a defensive formation. Horses, rows of shooting holes and muzzles sticking out are like hells waiting for food.

What caught the Phoenix King's attention was that this mercenary obviously occupied an important position and could form effective fire suppression, but there was still no movement. The knights around him kept roaring and scolding, but still had no effect of firing.

"Ice Eyes, a war dog composed of Caledor... human veterans, was founded eighty-three years ago with the purpose of pursuing war and honor." Boca Qili was more concerned about Imrik than In some special fields, the situation of dogs of war is well known.

"Groth is their current leader, the human who took the Naggaroth Pioneering Medal from you."

"Gross..." Imric thought for a while, and seemed to have some impression. However, there are so many people who are awarded every year, and he can only remember that Gross's achievement was to successfully destroy a Wandering Shadow Tribe infiltration into Na. Garros' plan to develop.

"So?" The Phoenix King was slightly confused. This seemed to have nothing to do with them not firing. After all, the purpose of the War Dogs was to use money to talk.

"They are eager for an unprecedented war to show their loyalty to you... Don't forget, you always said that Mrs. Kislev Mu Qiang's psychology is deep in the bones. They can accept a tyrant, but they cannot accept weakness. "

Imrik soon understood that this was still a standing army at his own expense, elites that could be recruited from the old world at any time. It was true to the policy of equal treatment for many years, and even after retirement, he still wanted to fight at all times.

"It's a fascinating story. Two hundred years ago, their ancestors fled from war, but now they are pursuing war."

Bocaqiri nodded, not ready to continue talking about this matter.

"What should we do now? Kill or wait. Bretonnia's reconnaissance methods should not be able to detect altitudes above a thousand meters."

The icing on the cake is far inferior to providing help in the snow. Boccachili believes that His Majesty's move is to ease the relationship with Bretonnia.

But Imrik's actions would always be unexpected. He always raised his star lance and pointed it at the Norscan fleet below.

"Kill on, Minas Nir and I will deal with the Yankee fleet, and you and Hazelslev will provide cover."

"Wait, you are..." Boca Chili wanted to emphasize that if you have to appear every time, what is the purpose of establishing the Flame Knights.

Before the Flameborn knight could complain, Imric had already told Lao Mi to charge in his heart.

"Come on, Lao Mi, let these weaklings become the victims of your awakening!"

Lao Mi remained silent. He wanted to throw the Phoenix King away and let Imric face the Norscan fleet alone, but since he was already here, he couldn't just use it as a means of transportation.

The giant dragon lowered his eyes and looked at the endless Norscan dragon boats on the sea below. He became more and more confused in his heart, whether to use dragon breath or magic...

After three seconds of hesitation, Lao Mi chose to start with Dragon Breath.

The soaring figure of the giant dragon blew across the Phoenix King's face with a strong wind. His cold eyes were still the same as before, and the tip of the spear was always shining with the fury of a volcano.

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"Chief, there are signs of dragon activity!"

Egil, who was staying on the flagship, heard an exclamation and subconsciously looked towards the sky. A shadow covering the sky loomed in the clouds, like a city rushing towards Skylin.

"Dragon? Do you really think that Norska and Kurgan are like the trash, and will be defeated by the dragon?!"

Aegir's rage caused the guards to shout wildly. The warriors who believed in Khorne never knew what fear was, and they couldn't wait to behead a giant dragon as a sacrifice to the Blood God.

"Spear!"

The chief roared angrily and took the three-meter-long spear from his entourage. These fine steel weapons forged by Chaos Dwarves still had the blood of deep sea monsters on the spear tips.

The Norscans advocate hunting, and successfully killing a monster will gain high prestige among the tribe. The most proud among them is the Siren Hunter.

Those who survive a life-and-death fight with the North Sea behemoth will use the monster's bones as raw materials to create an extremely sharp special attack weapon.

Egil is extremely tall, just like the Chaos Warlord who looks like a monster to ordinary people. A spear as thick as an ordinary person's arm looks like a toothpick in his hand.

The strong body under the brass plate armor was taut, and he raised his right arm on his shoulder. When he looked at the predatory dragon figure diagonally above, he ran forward two steps and threw the spear.

The feedback force of the spear thrown by the Chaos Warlord made the ship seem to shake slightly. He was extremely confident in this throw. Even the fastest griffin would fall from the sky when encountering this shot blessed by Khorne.

Like a spear flashing by a meteor, sparks flashed through the friction, and there seemed to be a sound of breaking through the sky.

Old Mi was brewing dragon's breath for the Norscans to use, but he didn't expect that someone would use the brute force of his body to shoot a spear at the speed of a cannon.

He was not going to waste time to dodge, he just raised his eyes slightly and whispered in his heart.

"Kid, cover."

The position of the dragon seems to have changed. In the past, Minas Nir provided non-physical help, but now a white light flashed, and the spear that was supposed to hit the dragon's chest quietly changed its trajectory.

The Phoenix King, who succeeded, was naturally very proud. He lowered his raised right hand and extinguished the light in his palm.

"This is the power of Asuryan...you must be envious, Lao Mi."

"It's ridiculous. It's just a rough understanding of fate. You should really learn from the old toad in Itazzari how to use the majestic spiritual power to distort the material world."

Lao Mi complained that the power of Asuryan, which determines the fate of all things, is so complacent in changing the trajectory of a spear. I really don’t know where the confidence comes from.

Then, the dragon aimed its flames at the Norscan fleet below, unleashing its fury unbridled.

A dragon's breath passed through and burned the sea and the sky, creating a beautiful scorching stench of death.

Turning a blind eye to the wailing below, Imrik rubbed his chin and thought carefully.

"Master Ke... maybe it's time for him to appear." (End of this chapter)