Chapter 1298 Rules of the Game

"Game..."

Kurt, who was always serious, finally showed a little strangeness when he heard this word. He was a little bitter, but mostly a sense of responsibility.

"Caldor, I hope you like this title. I am not from a noble family. I can become the emperor's marshal by fighting bloody battles with soldiers again and again, holding the griffin flag and standing at the forefront.

The word game, I am not qualified to blaspheme those warriors who fought to death."

"Heh." Whether this is the truth or humble words, at least Imrick is not very happy with Kurt's reaction.

"Marshal Kurt, you know better than me why you stay in the command room. The Empire and the Dwarves want to show their strength to the increasingly resurgent Elves.

It is not appropriate for me to appear in person, and Carl and Thorgrin will not give me the command... But the reason you are here is nothing more than Carl's reserved means.

When the situation becomes irreversible, you will ask me to fight and lead the reserve to save the situation. Before that, the actual command has nothing to do with you. The emperor needs to prove that he... has the ability to be on par with the monarchs of the elves and dwarves."

Kurt looked normal. If he really regarded the Phoenix King as a boastful fun person, he would underestimate Kaledo, who rebuilt the Elf Empire.

"Maybe so, but this is not the reason to play with the lives of soldiers..."

"Okay, just treat it as a command ability competition, and the winner can make acceptable requests to the other party."

Kurt's beard moved slightly. The temptation of this condition is very good. He is a soldier, but he is also well versed in politics.

But Marshal Rick is still calm and composed, and he wants to reject this request.

"Magnus's legacy, the blessing volume written by him personally to celebrate the birth of my child, if you win, this is an additional item that has nothing to do with the requirements."

Old Ma's prestige... can only be said to be inferior to a few major gods in the empire. Why Wisen Territory has always been very free in the political circle is nothing more than occupying the natural highest point.

The most solemn way to determine whether a person is extreme is to put on the cloak stained with the blood of the pious in the Holy Hall of Nuln.

And the rune sword given by the dwarves is also an important holy relic of the Sigmar sect. If you want to take it to the war, you must obtain the permission of the elector and the great chanter.

A blessing volume written by a pious person can be called the death-free gold medal of the empire. As long as you take it, even the most extreme people will recognize that he is a pious Sigmar believer.

Kurt obviously didn't expect Imrick to use this kind of thing as a bargaining chip, and kept thinking about whether to agree.

High Priest Walkerma had some complaints about Carl, thinking that the emperor spent much more time in the palace than his father, and was not a pious son of Sigmar...

Perhaps this dossier with the breath of the pious can save some impressions.

For the sake of justice, Kurt put down the shackles in his heart and invited the Phoenix King to the table.

As the Phoenix King waved his hand and asked someone to send the prepared chess pieces, the two of them had their own chess pieces representing the greenskins in their hands, but they still lacked a middleman to move the chess pieces of the coalition.

Imrick held a chess piece representing the greenskin infantry regiment, as if thinking about how to put it down. When he heard the horn sounding in the distance, he knew that the attack had officially started.

He turned his head and signaled the herald to bring the newly arrived human over.

Gross, wrapped in military uniform, came to the Phoenix King with respect. He obeyed the orders of His Majesty and was waiting for instructions at any time during this period.

"Who is this..." Kurt narrowed his eyes. He didn't know that there were humans in the Phoenix King's entourage. Many years ago, Imrick used to attend various occasions with the bearded man wearing a red scarf, but he has disappeared recently.

"Gross, the commander of the War Dog Ice Eye... I believe you will like him in the future."

Kurt couldn't guess what it meant. This was a hint that if he needed military support in the future and it was difficult to go through normal diplomatic channels, he could find opportunities from the War Dog.

Serious Marshal Rick extended his palm to Gross: "Nice to meet you. I have heard of Ice Eye for a long time. He has solved problems for Eternal Peak many times in the Badlands."

"My honor." Gross nodded and consciously took a half step back. According to the matters explained by the herald along the way, he first put the chess piece with the face of the ancestor representing the dwarf supreme king into the entrance of the canyon.

Everything was ready. Hundreds of chess pieces of various colors were placed in the wooden box next to Gross. Corresponding to them was a green ocean symbolizing the orcs, and a Karak Dreadnought Fort standing alone in the center.

"Game rules... limited to three moves, alternating errors, and winning by points." Imrick said the rules without considering whether Kurt could accept it, and spoke first.

"Then according to your prediction, the greenskin artillery will bombard the dwarves."

Kurt nodded slightly under Gross's gaze, indicating that he agreed with this rule. He felt a sense of excitement for the first time in a long time.

From the perspective of military power, he did not think he could defeat Imrick, but for a huge force, the leader's command ability might be more important than personal strength.

Not everyone can turn the tide of the war by themselves. If this deduction wins, perhaps some benefits can be gained at the summit.

The greenskin artillery chess pieces were placed on both sides of the canyon by Kurt himself, and the crude artillery fire was aimed at the dwarves.

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"Your Majesty...something is wrong." Brockson held up his favorite weapon, the Malorian Six Styles. As long as he had this weapon that combined the wisdom of dwarves, lizardmen and elves, the genius engineer would have the confidence to kill all around.

The engineer stared at the empty canyon in front of him through a monocle, with human soldiers advancing together on both sides.

In order to ensure that they would not be surrounded after entering the canyon, they could quickly deploy their front lines and give full play to the firepower advantages of the Empire and the Dwarves. The formation was actually very scattered, and they wanted to support each other...

Forget it, for the dwarves, support was a luxury. With their speed of movement, they might as well hope to directly enter Karak Dreadfort.

Thorgrin was also a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles. Every Supreme King was crowned with the blood of hatred. The dwarf monarch on the throne of power held the Axe of Grimnir tightly, and his expression was also a little serious.

"Where are the human scouts? I need real-time intelligence in the canyon."

"They need some time. Not everyone is as busy dying as the elves." Iron Eyebrow drove his war anvil and followed closely beside the High King.

Under the deliberate control of the anvil brothers, the height of the rune master's anvil was lower than that of the throne of power, but Thorgrin obviously had no time to pay attention to these red tapes.

The High King stared at the quiet canyon and had a bad premonition in his heart. When the dwarves mocked the greenskins for retreating in fear, he roared and gave orders.

"Let Agrim take the butcher to the back, Brockson, you..."

Before the High King finished speaking, the flying kite with a sharp laugh had turned into a parabola, dragging a smoke device like a flare, flying towards the dwarves.

The giggling goblin boy seemed to be performing acrobatics in the sky, and his smile was full of joy.

"Ah, fuck, this is so waaaagh!!!" (End of this chapter)