Chapter 1296: The Appearance of the Ancestral Council

When they saw the Redemption Legion with their own eyes, the Phoenix King and the High King shook their heads at the same time to express their disapproval. A group of ragged people, even as fanatics who were not afraid of life and death, were still a group of beggars.

Lack of training, no suitable equipment and supplies, and physical strength made it difficult for them to maintain long-term combat. Apart from being used as cannon fodder, the two did not think of anything else.

"Only the lower class can be so generous and use the name of faith and redemption to get rid of a group of redundant people." Thorgrim's whisper only made Imrik nod his head.

"When will the dwarves be able to produce such a number of butchers, Khorne's eight-eight legions will be pushed to the polar wasteland."

Thorgrim's armrest of the throne of power signaled the throne guard to put down the artifact. He had something to say to the monarch of the elves.

Unlike the imperial people who were full of awe for the pious legion, the battle-hardened Thorgrim only felt a headache. This was the trouble of the empire.

He was right to be optimistic about Karl Franz. The young emperor spent much more time in the palace and the military camp than praying in the Sigma Temple, which was in line with the pragmatic style of the dwarves.

But the remaining electors were not like this. The territory under the rule of the Countess of Wiesen was the production center of the empire, and it should have produced an elite force composed of steel and gunpowder.

But perhaps under pressure, in order to respond to the Sigma Church, a fanatic legion was formed in the name of the pious emperor.

Fortunately, the armored army and artillery following behind barely gave the Supreme King a little comfort, and he kept muttering in his heart that steel was indeed reliable.

"Imric, about the lizardmen... I want to hear some real thoughts. The Slann came to the old world after a long time, not to help humans and dwarves."

"Although I really want to say that you think too much... But the fact is indeed as you expected. The Slann Council is considering two problems that are closely related to the world.

How should I put it? They are very interested in blowing up the evil moon and think it is necessary."

Blow up the evil moon?

In the daytime, Thorgrim looked at the sky and seemed to be able to see the evil shadow between the bright sun.

"This is a bit incredible... But since it is the Slann's idea, the dwarves need to do something."

Without asking too much, Imric inevitably looked at Thorgrim a few more times. According to his impression of the mustache, this seemingly upright Supreme King is very shrewd in his heart and wants to find out all the problems involving the dwarves.

Imric did not answer, which made Thorgrim understand that the elves were not going to say more.

"Let's get back to the present. The recovery of Karak Dreadnought is imminent. I need your help."

"Help? This is a rare word. For dwarves, help means owing a debt."

"It's okay. If I can witness the coming of the golden age, these debts are just an investment."

The High King waved his hand and returned to the throne of power. He called on several important personnel and seemed to want to re-plan tactics.

The golden age? It seems that Valaya's ability to fool the dwarves is much better than Iron Eyebrows.

Although it is unknown what kind of promise Valaya made to the dwarves, the High King's expectations for the future are not to show that the Kingdom of Mountains has regained a lot of vitality.

After solving the problem of Karak Dreadnought, more dwarves will be willing to leave the mountains and see the vast world.

Thinking in this way, the Phoenix King will naturally not refuse the request of his allies. He wanted to see the military strength of the empire. Now that he has seen the Pious Legion, he thinks it is better to make some preparations.

"Noth, who in the Ancestral Council of Athel Loren is awake."

Giant dragons plus ancient treemen, coupled with a group of terrifying war beasts, this is one of the prides of the elves today.

And today's Phoenix King can ignore the ideas of any prince or lord and order any troops he wants to arrive at the front line.

Noth pondered for a while: "The last time I received information from the Ancestral Council was two years ago. The queen's maids cooperated with Dursu to deal with the chaotic breath of Athel Loren...

If you need the Ancestral Council to fight, I will contact you immediately. Dursu and Kodiel should be awake."

After countless years of erosion, the Ancestral Council can stay awake and have not turned into solid rocks on the land of Athel Loren. There are only three ancient treemen left.

The prophet Adanhu, the sword tree king Dursu, and the lord of the wild forest Kodiel.

Adanhu is still dealing with the endless pain of the Oak of Time, purifying the remaining traces of Orion and Ariel in his dreams again and again.

The Sword Tree King continued his past style. After being inspired by Alarielle, his fury gradually turned into peace, and he dealt with the aftermath of the Shadow Sins in various parts of Athel Loren together with Avalon.

As for Cordiel... Ever since Dacha was beheaded by Draknir with one sword and declared Athel Loren the territory of the Elven Empire, this elder who was tortured to madness by the Shadow Sins has sobered up.

His attitude towards the elves has never been friendly, but he is still willing to listen to advice. After fighting with Durthu, he used the memory left by Ariel's endless time in the Wild Forest to deal with the never-ending dark spirits.

The three symbolize the mystery, tolerance and cunning of Athel Loren respectively, but fortunately they all respect the Phoenix King, at least for the time being before Imrik has the idea of ​​cutting down the Oak of Ages...

"Then let Cordiel come forward. If it is Durthu, he may take the lead in fighting with the dwarves..."The giant beast alone can only be a troublemaker, and the cooperation of cavalry is needed to play a role in undermining morale.

Imric took out a key with the mark of the Gate of Nitsu and handed it to the herald.

"Send this thing back to the palace."

North took the key with both hands and seemed very cautious. According to the information he got when he listened to the conversation between Caledor and his son, the Crown of the Phoenix King, which was once endowed with divine power by the elven gods, has become a decoration.

Objects that were poured with power by the gods became treasures of Ulthuan...

And this key with the mark of Nitsu on the front and the face of the Pale Queen on the back is the opportunity for the ancient heroes to run freely in the mortal world.

People who returned from the Dragonbone Wasteland always said that at night they would always see a group of knights holding ancient flags, wandering around the tombs, forever watching the sleep of the dragon...

The ancestral tree people plus the Lost Wood Knights, it seems that His Majesty still attaches great importance to this war... Or in other words, he regards this war as an experimental field.

After returning to the elf tent, North respectfully nodded to several Flame Knights who were chatting on chairs, without saying a word, just making simple gestures.

The guards who understood what he meant immediately put down their work and stood outside the tent in an orderly manner, guarding against any possible opportunity to steal intelligence.

The autism of the Caledor elves has a long history. North only trusts the Flame Knights, and when transmitting some top-secret files, he will never let others get close. (End of this chapter)