Chapter 1337 The Cold God

Snow has been falling, and the cold wind in the Gray Mountains is always more severe than that in the plains. The wind blowing from the mountains, the sky, and the ground seems to blow people away.

Imrick rarely put on a fur coat. Although it is a bit bloated, it is also particularly solemn and gorgeous. The gilded lines wander on the surface, and together with the cloak blown by the cold wind, it shows the pattern of the phoenix's wings spread high.

This makes many people know that the Phoenix King is restrained. In the past, he was still wrapped in that thin robe even at the border of the coldest Naggaroth Desert.

"You must change! What if you get sick? There is no royal doctor here."

Whether the medical skills of the guards can match the royal doctor, at least the princess who is wrapped in the same bloated coat as the Phoenix King fully proves her aesthetics, a style of pragmatism above all else.

I'll take off my clothes later...

After secretly making a fuss, the Phoenix King nodded to Oliveira. As always, he trusted this warrior who had climbed up from the bottom step by step. In addition to listening to some key reports, the combat arrangements continued with the previous plan.

In other words, this time the Phoenix King will obey Oliveira's command...stay in the back and be ready to fight fires with Lao Mi at any time.

"If you can't choose your wife, it's better to choose a reliable boss..."

"What are you mumbling?"

Crion, who was looking for trouble, made Oliveira raise his eyebrows. He sympathized with the Phoenix King's experience, but he naturally wouldn't really show it.

"Nothing, I just feel sympathy for the tragic experience of the Flame Knights..."

"Shut up, don't think that His Majesty's acquiescence this time is your capital to show off your power. When the arrangement of Ulthuan is over..."

"And you still have to stay by His Majesty's side, and I will be invited by Lord Agthor to participate in an epic war."

In the extremely embarrassed and murderous look of the captain of the guard, Oliveira laughed heartily and thought that this was right.

Putting on the black helmet, Oliveira's voice under the helmet seemed very low.

"Then I wish the Flame Knights good luck in martial arts, and I hope to see you alive after the end."

The grudges over trivial matters will not rise to working together. This is the unspoken rule of Caledor.

Crion also nodded and responded with similar words: "Caledor still needs you, don't die for the time being, lucky boy."

"This is not my destination... It is too far from the place of honor I imagined."

After asking each other to take care, Oliveira took the Edge of Edred and quickly traveled between the mountain trails.

After the terrain was changed on a large scale, many roads that could be used were gone. The rangers tried their best to find a few roads that could be passed, but they were still not enough to accommodate tens of thousands of troops marching at the same time.

This time, Oliveira will walk on the narrow mountain roads with Kadrin's butchers, as a pioneer to cover the main attack road of the Pious Legion.

Agrim, who had been waiting for a long time, stood on a rock on a towering cliff. This was a road that lingered around the mountain and could only accommodate three people walking side by side. If you were not careful, you would fall to a thousand meters high.

The Butcher King held the Axe of Dago in one hand, and his resolute body looked a little lonely from behind. The cold wind brought ice and snow to the crown of Balag, and he could vaguely see the mountain fortress that had never fallen...

"Oliveira, if Wind Howl City is about to fall one day, what will you do?"

"Do nothing, save the people, and then wait for the opportunity to kill all the people who captured Wind Howl City."

"Is this a comfort?"

"No, it's just a statement of reality... You should consider how to appease the large number of Dreadnought Fort dwarves who are ready to shave their heads and take an oath after the war, instead of feeling sad about the collapse of a mountain fortress.

The mountain fortress can be rebuilt, the clan can be cultivated and multiplied, but the butcher can only die..."

"Yes, the butcher can only die..." Agrim turned around, and his fiery eyes never disappeared.

"I suddenly admire you a little, Blade of Caledor."

"I hope so, but I'm obviously not used to the kindness of dwarves...not at all."

"Me too."

The elf and the dwarf smiled at the same time and held each other's hands, one was tough and heavy, the other was sharp and tenacious.

"Let's go, I hope those fanatics can really be of some use." Agrim glanced at the dense crowd under the mountain road. Even at a long distance, he could still hear the noisy prayers.

"Questioning faith is not an appropriate statement, although most of the time, I also think that swords are far more useful than prayers."

The angry butcher and the silent duelist walked parallel to the mountain road. They will face an unprecedented challenge. After clearing the greenskins on the left side of the passage, they will give up supporting the pious legion and go straight to Karak Dreadnought.

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"Do you think it will succeed? I mean Oliveira and the others." Attila approached her husband, trying to find some warmth in the fiery body.

The princess hated winter, which reminded her of the snow and ice of Naggaroth that never melted all year round, and her father who died in the wasteland.

Even after such a long time, she could still remember the pain...

"Maybe, but they are not qualified to fail... If no one survives in Karak Dreadnought, the dwarves will go from waiting for the arrival of the golden age to the beginning of the era of revenge."

Imric's calm tone made Atila more curious. She hugged her husband from behind and buried her face on his broad back.

There are only husband and wife and Minas Nir here, and there is no need to worry about dignity in front of Lao Mi.

"Listen to what you mean, you deliberately let Karak Fearless fall into this situation..."

Adila didn't say everything, she knew her husband would understand.

"No, I have discussed it in detail with Mazdamudi and Odu Haran, and I believe that consuming the power of the giant spiritual network to save Karak Dreadnaught is not worth the gain...

Based on the racial characteristics of the dwarves, they would be grateful for Slann's intervention, grateful for Valaya's grace, and vent their anger on the rats, but they could not truly achieve desperate revenge. "

"I have a chance to save this mountain fortress, but I won't do it...Rather than the dwarves who need the help of the elves at all times, I need them to make crazy moves."

"So you think?" Adira had a guess. If the dwarves attack the rats with all their strength, no matter where Skaven escapes, the final result will not be good.

"Yes, in a sense, the actions of the Skaven are a good thing for us... So far, the dwarves' attention is still on the green skins, Lost Hill Castle and artifacts, but they don't know where the real threat comes from."

Imric looked indifferent, as if he had no mercy for the dwarf lives in the towering mountain fortress in the distance, even if it meant tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of dwarf warriors, a powerful fortress against the end of darkness.

However, they have been sticking to the mountain fortress, waiting for death like a shrunken turtle, which is of no use to the world.

If sacrifice is needed to awaken the wrath of the Mountain Kingdom, Imric will not mind being the driving force behind it to control the fate of these Old Ones' creations. (End of chapter)