Chapter 1293 Who Will Kill Him?

Seeing that no one refuted the Lizardmen, Imrick did not think much about it. The sect that had the most contact with the old world before was the Sotek sect.

Although the Sotek sect was fanatical, its member structure, which was mainly composed of skinks, made its style of doing things very different from that of traditional Lizardmen.

At least Tehenhoin was very happy to accept all kinds of new things, and used gold to hire some hot-blooded cubs to help him kill the ratmen more efficiently.

If you contact the Slann Council, you must be prepared for a cerebral hemorrhage. The Slann do not speak human language, and Soros, who is in charge of the war, does not like to communicate.

For the expedition to Obien, you need to prepare some things, such as transporting obelisks to the cold land in the north quickly enough... so that the Slann can control the chaotic earth vein energy, otherwise it will be a meaningless war.

Imrick plans to rent a piece of land in West Territory for a long time as the old world operation site of the Lizardmen, specifically responsible for disgusting the northerners.

And the current problem is to deal with the big-bellied King Gulu and the green prophet who likes to dance.

The situation was very clear after the sand table was set. A triangular open space in front of the mountain fort was the only way to enter Karak Dreadnought. The greenskins coming from the mountains continued to pour into the waaagh of the Big Belly King. The previous actions were all to clear the way to this open space.

"How many greenskins are there?"

Imrick's words made Kurt's eyebrows jump. So the war has lasted for almost two months, and you don't even know the approximate number of greenskins?

Humans can't get angry, after all, the Phoenix King is entering this battlefield for the first time, but the dwarves will not be polite, Agrim said sarcastically without disguising.

"Imric, Imric, you knew clearly about the previous elven civil war, where a spearman named Druz was stationed in the gutter of Ulthuan. How come you didn't even know how many greenskins we had to face in the Old World?

Take what Belegar often mentioned, with the elves present, the only significance of the dwarf rangers is to transport food. Your griffins and Pegasus are almost becoming transportation lines in the badlands, and you want to find out every spore on the ground...Are you afraid that the blood of the greenskins will taint your spotless crown?"

The nagging Butcher King caused the Phoenix King to roll his eyes: "I I just didn't expect that the Empire and the Dwarves were so useless that it took so long to deal with a group of greenskins. If we really talk about the number of people fighting against greenskins, there are millions of greenskins gathered at the Titan Gate of Eight Peaks. I am not afraid at all. "

"Besides... if Elvis hadn't appeared, would you dare to be so reckless and support Karak Dreadnought regardless of the threat of the ratmen?" Imrick smiled complacently and pointed at the Dreadnought and said, "So, you are all useless..."

"Ahem, Your Majesty, be careful with your words." The herald immediately reminded that it was okay for you to talk nonsense in the royal court, but it was inevitable that it was a bit scary to say so in front of the Empire and the Dwarf monarch.

Thorgrin slapped the long table, puffed his beard and glared, saying: "Shut up, you outspoken pointy-eared man. If it weren't for the crisis of Dreadnought Fort, I would have followed the example of my ancestors and had a duel with you!"

"Gotrek Starbreaker and my ancestors, that was not a duel... We all know that you dwarves are not good at fighting."

While cursing, it actually showed that the dwarves were more relaxed. Since the elves were willing to help, there should be no problem with this battle.

Carl wanted to mediate, but he also vaguely saw that the elves and dwarves were just teasing each other and were not really angry, so he had to wait patiently for the nonsense to end.

Five minutes later, Thorgrin, who was a little dry-mouthed, stopped the quarrel: "Okay, there is still a lot of time for small talk, let's talk about the current situation... Big Belly King Gulu, he appeared once and attacked my soldiers. With just one move, he took the lives of three Eternal Guards."

Although the High King spoke lightly, the murderous look in his eyes showed that he must take the head of the earth elf and settle this hatred with blood.

Killing three Eternal Guards with one blow... This is not a simple concept.

Imric looked back at Creon, as if asking the captain of the guard if he had the confidence to achieve similar results as Gulu, but the final result was a shake of his head.

Measured by one standard, the Eternal Guards are the most elite warriors in the mountains. They must wear meteorite rune plate armor circulated from the High King's treasury, wielding a hammer that can easily break heavy steel, and guarding the High King.

There are many Iron Hammer Warriors in the Eternal Peak, but there are only less than two hundred Eternal Guards. Even if one person stands in the center of the battlefield, it is an insurmountable wall.

But then I thought, the Big Belly King may have the blessing of the second brother, but the coalition is not weak...

Speaking of which, why am I surprised by the strength of a greenskin, and vaguely a little afraid?

Imrick laughed at himself in his heart. Even if Gollum can overturn Carl, Kurt, Ludwig, Thorgrin, Agrim, Kadron, Kuran... but I am still there to support him. I don’t believe that this goblin who has eaten troll meat can compare with the iron skin that can overturn Acha.

"Who wants to kill this goblin?"

The Phoenix King looked around and could only find excitement in Agrim, which was normal.

The two fierce generals of the Empire have important positions. Kurt is the marshal of the army and cannot easily stand on the front line. Ludwig is the emperor's champion. Carl did not speak, so he naturally would not easily express his thoughts.

"It seems to be you again, Agrim... Do you need me to find you a master to help you?"

Agrim's beard trembled with a smile, and he seemed to be very interested in killing the big-bellied King Gulu.

"I like this sentence, but the son of Grimnir will kill all the greenskins, and the crown of Barag guides my battle axe!"

"Really..." Imrick thought about it and came up with a good idea.

Marshal Kurt of Rick and King of Butchers Agrim both represent the top military strength of both sides, but when the Phoenix King travels, the War Lord lives in Ulthuan.

Maybe let the three of them fight... Besides, how can we kill the Big Belly King without the Watcher?

The strange smile of the Phoenix King let Agrim know that nothing good will happen next.

"I have a suitable candidate, you two can compete to see who kills Gollum first, I am looking forward to it..."

The Phoenix King, who thought he had a good time, threw away this boring military meeting and contacted some important people on his own.

First of all, Tyrion, I heard that Tyrion did some great things in Marienburg, which made the imperial people deeply feel what the glory of the elf warrior is.

"My honorable Lord Tyrion, how are you?"

A heavy gasp fully explained what Tyrion was doing. Perhaps Tyrion also vaguely understood that life is so short, and he needs to do something happy...find exotic scenery after the war.

"The Norscans may come back at any time. If you want to be safe, you need to wait until the war in the Grey Mountains is over." (End of this chapter)