Chapter 1339 Covert Operation

"It's hard to understand..."

Imrick looked at the strange scene of chaos, faith, and fanaticism in the corridor, and shook his head and sighed. If I had such a group of fanatics, I would train them into the best soldiers anyway.

In the hands of the Empire, they are human shields for tanks to block shells. The thickness of the Conqueror's armor is not inferior to the walls of some small fortresses.

It's stupid to tie a group of human shields outside the fortress and call it sacrifice.

"But it's worthy of respect, isn't it? Not everyone has the courage to show fearlessness in the face of death." With the help of Lao Mi's magic, Atila also clearly saw the situation in the corridor.

For the first time, she felt why the Empire could rely on a group of second-rate warriors and third-rate magic to stand in the old world, and why it has been respected after two thousand years of suffering.

They have the most devout faith, which is the greatest courage...

"If you rely on external things to gain courage, it is just a deception."

"But many people regard you as the courage of sacrifice... In the past, it was in the name of the Dragon Lord, and now it is in the name of the Phoenix King."

"These are two different things." Imrick answered stubbornly. Although in essence, there is not much difference between admiring the Phoenix King and worshiping Sigma... but there is still a little difference.

At least the Phoenix King can walk freely in the mortal world, while Sigma can only stay in the toilet and play Landlord with the will of Nagash and the ancestor dragon trainer.

Atila chuckled a little. This habit still cannot be changed. No matter when, as long as he thinks it is wrong, it must be wrong, without any reason.

"Then, my Phoenix King, will you personally help Karak Dreadnought?"

"I'm already helping."

"Really? The harder you talk, the more I like you."

The two little cubs seemed to have become one, making Lao Mi speechless and shaking his head. It had been a long time since they last met. Outsiders were still concerned about their face, but in front of him, the dragon seemed to be nothing.

Although he didn't want to interrupt this warm scene, Lao Mi still had to remind him.

"Etila, you have a lot of time to accompany your lovely Phoenix King...but the dwarves don't have much time. Thorgrim is preparing to break into Karak Dreadnought."

"He is really anxious. There are still four days left." Etila pouted, looking a little unhappy. According to the plan, Dreadnought must be entered within three days, and the High King has "less than" two days to persuade the King of Dreadnought to give up his home.

Whether Tulinger will agree in two days, Etila doesn't know, but what she knows is that if there are only two days, except for evacuating the dwarves in Dreadnought, nothing else can be done.

Assuming that the High King is a little slower, and Turinggen and the Council of Elders are a little stubborn, then let the Dreadnought Dwarves and their homes be buried together.

"As always, he has never been a truly calm dwarf."

Pulling his wife out of his arms, Imrick looked at the prince who was pouting like a little woman, and felt a little speechless for a moment. Why didn't I see that you still have this side before? You are almost 400 years old, like a little girl.

"I'm leaving. Little Mustache has helped a lot. I can't watch him do stupid things."

"Well, go, I'll wait for you here..."

A light kiss symbolizes the wife's reluctance and support. She unconditionally supports her husband's decision as always, even if it will put him in crisis, but this is responsibility.

The illusory figure of the lizard lies on the mountains not far away. The Venerable nodded to Imrick lightly, indicating that no one will threaten the mistress, and she can quietly wait for the end of the war here.

"Issarion!"

A loud shout caused Stormwing to fly out quickly. The warlord stared at the anxious corridor, as if looking for a bloated body.

The familiar monarch and minister nodded to each other, and the decision had been made. Issarion went straight to the direction where Karl Franz was. Perhaps today, the two most powerful griffins in Ulthuan and the Old World will fight side by side and create a legendary story.

And Imrik came to the back of Old Mi, without the support of the dragon saddle...Nowadays, the dragon saddle that can fit Old Mi is becoming more and more difficult to forge. In the past two hundred years, the dragon has become larger than its original form.

"Let's go and meet our old friend."

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"Your Majesty, it's ready...but do we really want it?"

The captain of the Eternal Guard still hesitated about this hidden action.

According to the plan, except for the butchers led by Agrim, all dwarves will join the final siege, but now the elite guards of the Eternal Peak are led by the High King into a secret tunnel.

"We don't have time..." At this moment, Thorgrim did not ride on the throne of power. He stood on the ground with the Eternal Guards, holding Grimnir's Axe like a real warrior.

"I want to make sure the dwarves of the Dreadnought Fort leave alive, even if I am sacrificed, to warn those stubborn longbeards."

The captain wanted to say something, but the words in his heart fell on his lips and finally turned into a bow.

Only such a supreme king can make the sons of the mountains respect and submit. No supreme king is afraid of responsibility. If they want to die, they will return to the temple of their ancestors in the most intense way.

"Little mustache, you can't die yet...at least not for the time being."

"Imric?"

The familiar voice made Thorgrin look at the entrance of the tunnel. A thin figure walked into the Eternal Guard with a light that illuminated the darkness.

The eyes that wanted to die, coupled with the extremely resolute beard, made Imrick understand that these guys would definitely deliver the High King's order to Tullinger in the end.

Courage is commendable...

The Phoenix King stood with his arms folded, with some sarcasm in his expression: "It took me a lot of effort to find you. Let's go, I'll take you to the Fearless Castle."

The High King stopped the captain of the guard who wanted to question, and his eyes changed from confusion at the beginning to clarity that seemed to gradually understand.

"The old way?"

"The old way, but the final result can only depend on you, unless you want me to kill Tullinger and replace him with an obedient Fearless Castle king."

This cold joke did not arouse the High King's reaction. He bowed his head and thought for a moment, thinking that the success rate of boarding with the help of the dragon might be higher...

But if the result is not satisfactory, it seems to be a good choice to take the Phoenix King with him when he dies.

Thorgrin was startled by his thoughts, but soon calmed down, whispered something to the captain of the guard, and took off the crown of the dragon of Karaz on his head.

But Imrick's words made him pause.

"I don't want to die outside the dwarf's mountain fortress. Wear your crown and don't bow your head. Fearless Castle does not recognize the Phoenix Crown.

Find a way to tell Fatlinger, I guarantee that you can enter alive and leave alive." (End of this chapter)