Chapter 1303 Furious Silence

There were many people at the entrance of the canyon, which made Elspeth a little distressed. She should have led the Pious Legion to fight, but there was no room to stay in the canyon.

Helplessly, Grand Master Amethyst had to act as a dispatcher and use the power of magic to assist the movement of personnel and supplies.

Now there are countless wounded, and they are constantly switching back and forth with the front line, which makes it more difficult to enter the field.

The battle line is too short, resulting in no reflection of the strength of the troops...

Cavalry, cavalry is still needed.

Elspeth sighed. Only the dwarves can persist in this long-term meat-grinding war, and there will be no serious problems with morale and physical strength.

But if there is no obvious turnaround at dawn, they can only activate the backup plan and prepare for a protracted war with the greenskins.

When she was distressed, the wizard who was responsible for observing the flow of personnel suddenly pointed to the position behind and said.

"Grand Master, the Phoenix King's guards... No, it's the Phoenix King."

Is that right...

Espeth nodded silently. She didn't believe that the Phoenix King would listen to Carl and Thorgrin's advice and stay behind to be a mascot with Kurt.

Even if Imrick didn't follow the plan and went into battle directly, which made the glorious victory that should have belonged to humans and dwarves dim a little, what could he do?

Could Carl and Thorgrin still blame him for this matter afterwards? His Majesty's temper was not as kind as it seemed on the surface.

"Stop the flow of personnel, temporarily transfer the wounded to both sides, and move the artillery to provide a passage for the Phoenix King."

"Emperor Kekar's order is..."

Espeth's death stare made the observer shut up immediately. Master Amethyst said with a slight warning: "Lakin, you must remember that since His Majesty Magnus signed many treaties with Caledor, the Phoenix King has been the most important ally of Wisen Territory. Adolf will not risk offending the industrial center of the empire and blame my decision.

But the Phoenix King can use any reason to cut off the supply of many important equipment in Wisen Territory."

"Yes, I understand." The observer shrank his head and quickly ordered the personnel to move. If the opportunity to fight was delayed, not to mention the Phoenix King, even if it was from Espeth, he would find it difficult to get benefits.

The personnel began to move to both sides in an orderly manner, leaving enough space for the elves to pass.

When passing by the high platform where Espeth was, Imrick nodded slightly to express his gratitude, and Master Amethyst also nodded and touched his chest to express his respect.

Officially entering the battlefield, the familiar smell of blood and gunpowder constantly washed Imrick's nose. Although he had supported a battle in Bretonnia not long ago, he was just cheering for Old Mi. The actual opportunity to fight was just to spit a few mouthfuls of saliva at the Chaos Dragon.

"Ah, as expected... I still can't get used to the cold feeling." Imrick pulled the collar inside the armor. The power of Asuryan undoubtedly had a heavy impact on him. Living with laughter was just to find some ordinary people's feelings.

But only after entering this place belonging to warriors, he realized that only killing would last forever in this world.

"Let the war come more fiercely!"

The legendary dragon horn was raised by Imrick for a long time. He put this relic artifact symbolizing the orthodoxy of Caledor in front of his mouth, and his chest bulged into the dull air.

As usual, when the roar of the dragon spread like waves on the battlefield, everything fell into silence.

After the silence, there was the fury of the dragon. The horn forged from the teeth of the ancestor of the fire dragon carried a power that could no longer be reproduced. Therefore, the heart of the creature regarded as the enemy seemed to be pinched by a claw.

A dragon's shadow seemed to emerge from above Imrik. Behind its long silence, there was unquestionable power.

The humans in the battle were shocked. They only felt a huge pressure coming from behind, and their shoulders were heavier out of thin air.

The ones who really felt the pressure were the greenskins regarded as enemies by the dragon lord. Whenever their morale was high, the power of the second brother would be bestowed on the boys, making their muscles tougher and stronger.

The elven wizard believed that this was a spiritual position. As for the principle, I am afraid that we can only ask the ancient saints who brought the greenskins into the mortal world.

But there is no doubt that since waaaagh is an invisible but real thing, it can naturally be affected.

The ripples of the dragon horn hit the surroundings of the position. Some greenskins who were closest to the dragon lord had lost their fighting spirit and wanted to escape from the terrifying pointed ears out of fear.

The furious roar gave the front a brief respite. Thorgrim, covered in blood, swung the Axe of Grimnir on the throne of power and cut a big guy who wanted to escape in half.

He looked back and seemed to see the stubborn and arrogant figure in the chaos. Only in the matter of war, Imrik would never listen to anyone's ideas. Let him wait in the spectator seat. It would be better to hope that Karl Franz could become a double god choice like Magnus.

"It seems that our Phoenix King is a little itchy... Let me calculate, when did the dwarves record the last time he officially took action?"

Iron Eyebrows hit the war anvil fiercely, and a flame wrapped in thunder surged from all sides, burning the nearby guys into roasted mushrooms.

Hearing the High King's words, he also glanced back: "Not counting the trip to Nordland sixty years ago, it should be the war period with the Oathbreakers."

"The dragon lord has not taken action for a hundred years. Now it's the turn of humans to be shocked." Thorgrim shook his head. He agreed with Carl's implicit request and proposed to Imrick that he should stay in the rear, just to see the strength of Rick Territory.

If it is reliable, there is no need for the elves to come forward, but if there is a problem, the heroes who have fought side by side in the great holy war will prove to the young emperor that strength is the proof of being king.

Thorgrim raised his hand and signaled Brockson to send out the order: "Let the butcher retreat and tighten the line to leave a way for the elves to charge. Since the horn sounded from the ground, it means that he is ready to go into battle in person."

"Understood."

The horn sounded, proving only one thing, that the dragon lord will fight in person.

Echoing the horn sound was the roar of the dragon outside the canyon. Creon, who had been waiting for a long time, finally heard the call of war.

When the War Lord was dueling with the Greenskins and the Phoenix King had not yet shown up, the Captain of the Flame Knights completely sneered at the Empire's request and chose to ignore the request for support many times.

Six dragons spread their wings in the dark night, just like the shadows emerging from the mountains, covering the chaos of the earth.

The Dragon Lord put down the horn, raised the Star Lance under his armpit, and aimed at the Greenskins hundreds of meters away. He was no longer smiling and laughing as usual, as if he had returned to the first years of fierce fighting, indifferent and ruthless.

"In the name of my great ancestor Caledor..." (End of this chapter)