Chapter 1294: The Garbage Man's Harvest

"Imric, you should pay attention to something..."

The serious tone without emotion made the Phoenix King know who was coming without turning his head.

Stopping the routine call to the Dragon Palace, Imric smiled and coaxed his grandson to come back soon, and he must bring a lot of fun things.

"Then my honorable warlord, what do you think of the empire?"

Issarion sat on the rock. This is a remote corner of the mountains and the camp of the Phoenix King far away from the command area.

As an order, Issarion came from Ulthuan with Stormwing, wrapped in the eternal cold mist, vowing to kill all darkness.

Of course, this premise is that as a warrior, when you become a warlord, you naturally have to consider more things, such as the analysis of the military strength of various forces.

The watcher crossed his hands to support his chin and thought for a long time. He naturally did not need to lead the team to open up the mountain road to Karak Dreadnought, but just watched the whole process of the human and greenskin fight.

"Very strong... Even with the size of Ulthuan, it is not easy to easily defeat it. I saw some familiar shadows from the people of the Empire...

The courage of fearless death, abundant firepower positions, well-trained knights, plus a fairly good mage system, are more powerful than I imagined."

"Well... your evaluation is very pertinent, unlike a certain big shot who thinks that the spears of the elven knights are enough to solve all problems."

Imric casually said, "Do you know the current population of the Empire? There are more than five million people in the Reikland directly under the emperor, not counting some illegal residents who cannot obtain legal status...

And how many people do I rule?"

Issarion did not think about it. The trusted war lord had a very high authority to obtain intelligence sources.

"Six million four hundred and thirty thousand elves, three million two hundred and sixty thousand humans."

"Yes, six million four hundred and thirty thousand... I did my best to reduce the impact of the War in Heaven. Before the start of the cycle of fate, I tried my best to reduce the scope of Druz's activities to Nagareth, but the entire elf race still lost millions.

Tell me, Eltharion, how long does it take for an elf to become a qualified warrior."

"This..." The cold watcher was rarely silent. He knew the intention of the Phoenix King and wanted to let the elves know that humans would undoubtedly become the main force against chaos.

For the dignity of the elves, Eltharion did not want to answer this question directly, at least not now.

"It depends on your requirements for them. Every elf is determined to serve the Phoenix King. When they pick up the spear, they are already qualified warriors."

"Heh." Imrik shook his head and sneered, and said with a little emotion: "Issarion, I never thought that such words would come from your mouth. Before the militia of Yvresse proves that they can survive on their own, they are not even qualified to set foot in the mist...

And now humans are acting as a vanguard to resist the erosion of the mist for us... You should feel some clues. The dark mist in the north is getting thicker."

Said a tricky thing After speaking, he squinted at the thoughtful war lord, and the Phoenix King stood up and patted his thigh: "I have decided to build a Vaal Temple in Wisenland as a technical support for humans.

Nagaros is under the care of Masno, you don't need to think too much, but the danger of the old world cannot be ignored.

Warlord Eltharion, you should shoulder the responsibility of protecting Ulthuan and strangle all threats that affect the continuation of our race in the cradle."

"I..." Eltharion couldn't guess the Phoenix King's thoughts. This was to prepare him to deepen his connection with the old world, especially to stay away from the southern kingdom that had become the back garden of the elves.

"I understand, I will organize a meeting after the war to set up an organization dedicated to contacting the Empire, Kislev, and the dwarves."

"Very good, then let's wait for the battle later... I am looking forward to your state when you see the big-bellied King Gollum."

Imric smiled and patted Eltharion on the shoulder, and gave him a revelation mark belonging to Asuryan, perhaps he could get some inspiration from it and witness the fate that should belong to the watcher.

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The night always seemed particularly quiet. The impending decisive battle made everyone very nervous. For the imperial people, they had the courage to fight for Sigmar and the emperor, but they did not have the courage to accept the fate of failure and rout.

The soldiers huddled in the corner, warming themselves in front of the bonfire, were sharing gossip as usual. In the wilderness where there was a lack of entertainment, this was the only way to kill time.

A thin man secretly took out a gem as thick as a thumb from a cloth bag. The pure white color was extremely dazzling in front of the bonfire.

Amid the jealous and extremely angry looks of his comrades, the man said complacently: "Alas, you don't know how much trouble it is for us to clean up the elves' butts. Those guys with halberds don't like to talk. They chop greenskins in half when they see them, and point to the corpses on the ground and ask us to clean them up.

As for me, I followed those guards in white armor and picked up a lot of treasures from the goblins along the way, hehe."

He didn't take out all the treasures, and planned to sell them to the merchants accompanying the army later. Naturally, he would have a large amount of gold coins when he returned to Uberrick.

The majestic man in the lead looked very prestigious. He stomped his feet a few times, and those greedy guys withdrew their dirty hands and feet.

The man turned his head and looked at another soldier who was responsible for supporting the elves: "Derrick, what are your gains? Show them to the brothers."

Derrick had a thick beard and three scars on his face, which should be the marks left by wild beasts. He shook his head and said, "I didn't get anything. Knight Kasara believed that supporting the White Lion Guards to hunt the behemoths would be the biggest help to the war.

Along the way, I ate a lot of troll farts and Squig's bad breath."

The soldiers fell silent. Scavenging is a long-lasting project in the army. The elves never take action on small things. This is something that everyone in the empire knows.

But this time it was a little different... In the past, when the elves acted with the team sent by Caledor, they only snorted at the human soldiers who were scavenging, and asked them to collect the bodies of the victims as soon as possible, and then they would use fire spells to deal with the battlefield.

This was just an excuse, at least it gave many soldiers the opportunity to make a fortune. Many people waited for the elves to take the lead, and they picked up garbage in the back.

However, this time the guards, which had never appeared in the old world, made the supporters suffer. The black and white guards didn't like to talk. The former would kill their teammates if they said one more word, and the latter would be useless if they said one more word.

The white lion guards specialized in killing giant beasts, and their valuable fur would be collected and taken away... As for those cavalrymen who were close to going into battle naked, it was better not to get close. (End of this chapter)