Chapter 1307 Roaring at Fate

Imrik also reacted quickly. The moment the Heroic Spear appeared, he charged towards the greenskins and ran side by side to the location of the Pot-Belly King with Eltharion.

The spear swept past, no longer a strange and mysterious power, and the fog gradually dissipated with the removal of Eltharion, and the Storm Wing took off smoothly under the cover of the dragon.

Trapped in a tight siege, the two men used the method most consistent with the tradition of elven warriors, Asuryan's ruthlessness and Khaine's fury, to kill all the enemies who came close one by one.

Elsharion, who was a little tired after a day of fighting, now seems to have returned to the always energetic state of his youth. He has forgotten how long it has been since he had a hearty battle.

Since calling himself Prince Yris and War Lord, the extremely responsible Watcher has always circulated between Yris and Etain, doing his best to manage Ulthuan's military affairs for the Phoenix King.

The endless meetings, documents, inspections, and investigations... made the burden on Elsharion's shoulders heavier and heavier, and made him more silent and reserved, but the only thing that remained unchanged was his ever-fanatical determination.

For the first time, Eltharion, who was fighting in the old world, felt a spear piercing the throat of an orc who was sneaking behind him. A smile appeared on his originally serious and calm face.

He waved his weapon wantonly, no longer caring about the defense behind him, and concentrated on fighting his opponent.

Laughter comes with joy and a heart that feels rekindled.

"Imric, standing by my side makes you feel worried? You actually know how to cover the rear of your comrades."

He quickly dodged an incoming machete, and when he dodged sideways, the spear also killed a boy beside Elsharion.

With the same joy, Imric laughed wildly and said: "You are my war lord... The relationship between us cannot be like Fenubar and Tyrion. The Phoenix King is responsible for being the mascot and staying behind. The war lord turned into a reckless man and charged hard."

"Do you have such a bad impression of His Majesty Fenuba? I don't remember that he offended you too many times."

"He is a good person... To be honest, if time goes forward five hundred years, Fenubar will be a Phoenix King worthy of praise, but for today's world, he is too weak and..."

Imric raised his eyebrows and smiled, but did not point out his incompetence. Even if he died, there was no need for accountability.

Moreover, Fenubar's death was caused by Malekith, which gave Imric an extremely favorable advantage in ascending to the throne.

Eltharion also kept laughing. He seemed to want to have a good chat with Imrik, whom he had known for a long time but had never had an in-depth conversation in this chaotic battlefield.

"What about the Big Belly King? When I saw him for the first time, the silence of the Yris Tower came to my mind, as well as the words you told me and the teacher before the Kislev Vampire War. Pay attention to a Bald vampire.

If you had said this after becoming Asuryan's Chosen, I would have only regarded it as God's arrangement of destiny, but these things were said during the most serious period of your break with the Asuryan Temple. "

"You want an explanation?"

"Yes!" Elsarion's spear and sword pierced the chest of a big man at the same time, and tore him in half with his arms: "I talked to Teclis about something about you... Fen Before the Battle of Noir Plains, Caledor made intense war preparations.

Regardless of the intense post-war reconstruction work, he went to the old world to support the great holy war... these seemed to be just the tip of the iceberg. "

The Watcher suddenly turned around and stared at the Phoenix King: "Tell me, Imric, do you already know our fate?"

"No, I never knew your fate.

But if fate is to befall us, most of Ulthuan will be lost in the Battle of Fenuvir Plains, the Great Holy War will sink Kislev for two hundred years, the Skaven willfully eat every corner of the world, and the Dragon Horn will stay in the Eight Peaks Mountain and has not returned... …

You, Beranal, and..."

Thinking of his wife's eternally peaceful eyes, Imrik looked angry, and the platinum flames turned into substance and washed over the surroundings. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Adila, all died because of vampires, then I will kill all the vampires." . If Malekith attempts to turn Ulthuan into a sea of ​​fire for the sake of his so-called destiny Phoenix King, then I will tear down the Asuryan Temple and build a new god!"

After Elsharion was silent, he slowly turned his head. He gripped the fang sword tightly and said firmly: "Then I will become your sword and cut off all shackles!"

At this moment, the watcher can already feel the cold determination and the will of the Phoenix King.

at the same time……

In Tyron Locke's palace, the female prince who was snoring suddenly woke up.

There was a violent sound of breaking porcelain and crystal bottles, startling the maids to quickly open the door.

"Your Highness, what happened?"

The maid looked nervously at the prince sitting on the edge of the bed, and saw that the hollowed-out crystal bottle placed on the bedside table had turned into fragments, like a cluster of fallen leaves from a flower.

This was a gift from the Dragon Prince back then...Prince Caledor, who had no artistic talent, spent a lot of time studying the hollow relief technology, and finally selected a satisfactory finished product and sent it to Tyran Loch's palace.

The female prince always regarded this item as a treasure. It should have been placed in the collection room as a symbol of friendship between the two countries, but it was eventually placed in the bedroom.

Adila, who has long blond hair and is very messy, is wearing a gauze translucent nightgown. The originally cool outfit is stuck to her skin due to sweat.

Adila ignored the pain of breaking the crystal bottle and asked directly: "Did something happen?"

"You mean His Highness Menil? The little prince is in good condition. His portrait was sent to the Dragon Palace the day before yesterday."

The worried Etila continued to ask, "What about Draknir?"

"Your Highness may be worried about how to deal with the affairs of the royal court. The biggest trouble may be the merchants from the three major ports..."

The maid looked at the anxious prince carefully and said with difficulty: "Etila, it may be..."

She swallowed and immediately lowered her head. If nothing happened to the two princes, the most likely reason for the princess to wake up late at night might be that majesty.

No one knows why the majesty suddenly summoned Isharion and Tyrion to the Old World, if it weren't for Draknir's repeated appeasement of the ministers.

It is said that everything in the Old World is within the scope of handling. If it weren't for preparing for a large-scale war, Etila would have gone to Lothern to rule behind the scenes.

"Imric, he shouldn't be in trouble..."

Etila murmured. There are many capable people in the guards, including Creon, Kadroin, Kuran...Tegris also went together, and with Minasnil, it must be foolproof.

But her husband's reckless character and his habit of rushing into the enemy camp without paying attention to the guards made Etila choose to force the palace immediately.

In a short communication and complaining about her son's failure to pass the news to Terenlock in time, Etila learned that her husband had participated in the war.

But... if he was in the spectator seat, why did he wake me up?

Etila, who had already changed into casual clothes, felt more and more weird about her husband's unwilling roar in his sleep.

Why, why was he so angry... I only saw his unwillingness when he returned to the palace and whispered alone after the funerals of Randy and Wycliffe.

The princess who kept thinking finally turned into action. She looked at the waiting maid and had made a decision in her heart.

"Let the court wizard prepare the teleportation spell. I want to go to the old world." (End of this chapter)