Chapter 1318 The Asshole Skinheads

"This is not the right choice, but it deserves respect."

Oliveira only expressed his personal respect for Carl's decision, but he never thought that the value of it was worthy of such a sacrifice.

The Reik Guards were not a ragtag army. They were provided by the emperor himself with half-elf horses from the Tyrell Pasture. Their armor and weapons were all tailor-made by dwarf masters. Compared with similar knights in the empire, no one could compare to these mobile vaults in terms of cost, except for the elite Teutonic Guards of the White Wolf Knights.

The entry conditions selected from the children of the nobles made the Reik Guards have extremely high resilience in casualties, but it did not mean that Carl could squander them at will. The knight's family was the foundation of his rule over the empire.

If the Reik Guards were not sent, humans obviously had no troops that could withstand dense artillery fire and flanking sieges, unless...

Oliveira looked at the dwarves. No matter how you looked at it, this was what the Eternal Guards were best at. Ten Reik Guards could not match a shield-raising Supreme King Guard standing in place to hold the line.

But the High King obviously had other ideas. After expressing his appreciation for Carl's determination, he did not agree with this plan: "Karak Dreadnought is important, but it is definitely not exchanged for the lives of human friends. We have other ways... but the process will be more tortuous."

The only problem for a long time is that the continuous attack time is not long enough. This is the consistent experience of the dwarves.

As long as the Desolate Castle cuts off the road to the Gray Mountains and intercepts the continuous reinforcements of the greenskins, Thorgrin believes that it will not be a big problem to entangle the greenskins.

"One thing needs to be mentioned. If you mean to fight a protracted war, the Phoenix King has told me that this matter must be resolved as soon as possible."

The silent venue fully illustrates the thoughts of the three parties. Carl obviously does not want to waste too much time in the Dreadnought. The loss of each car of food sent to the Gray Mountains is much higher than that in the plains. He can keep the army morale in the name of supporting the dwarves, but the treasury will not have emotional morale.

The High King also understood this. He rubbed his brows and said, "It will take at least a month for the army of Eternal Peak to arrive. The dwarves will repay the financial and material expenses of both sides in this month afterwards."

"This is not a financial issue." Oliveira shook his head and smiled bitterly. The elves really don't lack money. The taxes paid by the Dragon Court from all over the country every year are simply astronomical.

Lustria's sugar industry, spices, medicinal plants, industry, and trade, Naggaroth's endless mines and high-quality logs, and the staple food grown in large quantities in the Southern Kingdom... The Royal Court dared to reduce taxes to various countries to stimulate population growth, relying on Caledor's old foundation.

Usually money can solve all problems, including war, but the key is that when the war started, the Phoenix King did not order the legion to enter the empire. Not to mention the distant past, if the legion stationed in the Laurent Lawrence Forest entered the Gray Mountains, the situation would never be like it is now.

"We lack professional manpower. There are too few dwarves. Even if we assign them among humans, it is difficult to reverse the terrain disadvantage, not to mention that there are ratmen under the mountain... I don't doubt Elvis's ability, but the ratmen's conspiracy will always bring us surprises."

"Strong attack or slow pressure, choose one."

The elf spread his hands and threw the question to the real parties, the emperor and the Supreme King.

Carl and Thorgrin looked at each other for a long time, but even with sparks in their eyes, it seemed that they still couldn't decide...

"You two, I have something to say, strong attack is feasible."

The cold female voice made people look sideways. I saw Elspeth, who was wearing a purple-black robe, came here with a touch of fatigue. It seems that the short cooperation with the war lord made her deeply feel what a workaholic is.

"Ms. Elspeth, please tell us what you think. We need everyone's wisdom to get through this difficult time."

Karl's greeting made Elspeth nod in return. She bluntly stated her purpose: "Your Majesty, the Pious Legion can be your sharpest knife to pierce the throat of the greenskins. No matter how great the sacrifice, it is inevitable for the sons of Sigmar."

That cannon fodder legion...

The emperor had a very low opinion of the Pious Legion. Apart from being a little jealous of the three Conqueror tanks, there was almost no hope.

But they are all imperial people, and the emperor does not want to see the blood of his compatriots shed meaninglessly on land that does not belong to them.

Karl could only express it obscurely to avoid being accused of the emperor's doubts about the courage of Sigmar's followers.

"This will kill many people..."

"It is their greatest honor to sacrifice for Sigmar and the Empire. His Majesty Walkerma will certainly agree with this decision!"

Bringing up Walkerma the Ruthless turned this meeting, which was originally a normal military discussion, into a religious fanatic movement with sacred meanings.

In the end, Carl had no choice but to agree that the Pious Legion would attack the mountain road leading to Karak Dreadnought, and Rick's army would follow closely behind.

After the meeting, Oliveira kept cursing on the road, saying that everyone was chosen by God, and I had never ordered my soldiers to die in the name of Edrezer.

He really couldn't think of what the meaning of the ragged legion's entry would be, except for causing more killings for the greenskins.

Chaos fanatics can still disgust people, and after death, their souls will become sacrifices for the warlords to upgrade, and their cannon fodder is extremely meaningful.

"Damn the Bald Church, I've been annoyed with them for a long time! Now it's good, there's no need to make any arrangements, just rush forward, it's over, what a bunch of idiots."

He kept cursing alone until North arrived with a glimmering ancient key, and Oliveira stopped chattering about the bald bastard.

"Herald North."

"Captain Oliveira."

The two greeted each other as usual. In a sense, the person who had the most direct contact with the commanders of the various legions was not the war lord, but the real mouthpiece of the Phoenix King.

The key was handed over by North. Oliveira had already understood the function of this artifact just after taking it.

"The Key of Nisu... It seems that His Majesty attaches great importance to this war."

North looked normal. He could not perceive the function of this artifact. His soul had long been wrapped in a ball of flames, leaving only a cold will.

"This key can guide the Lost Knight to appear. His Majesty has transferred the command authority from Prince Issarion to you. You can command all the elves in the Gray Mountains."

"Including the Flame Knight?" Oliveira was a little playful. He and Creon did not get along well. They were all old news, but it seemed good to disgust people.

"From the military sequence of the Dragon Court, you are ranked with the captain of the Royal Guard... but you also have the important duties of an honorary member of the Noble Council and a tribune of Kaled."

After implicitly pointing out how to make Creon obey orders, North nodded and turned away, leaving Oliveira holding the Key of Nisu, looking at the ancient runes on the surface thoughtfully. (End of this chapter)