Chapter 1343 Black Thirteen

"I don't like alarmist rhetoric, Imrik."

"I don't like alarmist rhetoric either, but if you die, it will have a great impact on the situation in the Old World... Besides, our friendship makes it difficult for me to watch you die."

When Thorgrin followed Imrik's gaze to look at his side, he suddenly felt a chill in his bones, and his pupils trembled violently as if there was an earthquake. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way.

After being crowned the High King, he experienced many difficult battles, but there were elite dwarf warriors helping him, and the real life-and-death struggle was very far away from him.

The wasteland outside Dulong City, the Norscan hunter hidden in the glacial ditch!

The High King suddenly remembered the scene of escaping death, and the blood of the warrior awakened his long-dormant body, but it seemed a step too late.

The chaotic green blades scraped hundreds of marks on the ground. The strange runes with the evil power of the ratmen made the dwarf's body unable to move for a while. What Thorgrim could see with the naked eye was only a thin body with a sneaky dark body and the deadly Dimension Stone Weeping Sword...

Not only Thorgrim, but also Tullinger and a group of long-bearded elders were also facing assassination. These assassins who emerged from the shadows did not know where to sneak in, nor did they know how to enter this ancestral hall protected by the Valaya rune. One after another, the toxic smoke bombs were blown up, making the hall invisible.

"Little mustache, don't be too nervous..."

Thorgrim, who was grabbed by the back collar of Skedur's armor, narrowly avoided the fatal attack by rubbing his body against the Dimension Stone Weeping Sword. That knife was swung at his neck, and the other was for his heart. The tail blade hidden in the darkest place was the eye socket.

In the chaos of vision, the dwarf only heard two clanging sounds, presumably because Imrik had blocked the assassin's successive attacks.

The raging flames were like waves of lava, and the poisonous smoke in the area centered on the Phoenix King disappeared rapidly. The gaze of Asuryan's cold will also made all the rats unable to move for a while, and it was difficult for them to escape into the shadows.

In just a few seconds of chaos, the Dreadnought Castle had lost many elders. Except for Tullinger, who was specially concerned by Imrik and had no injuries, the surviving dwarves were all seriously injured without exception.

"Damn it!" Thorgrim, who was held by the collar, was only full of endless anger. This act of killing directly in the ancestral hall was the greatest blasphemy to the dwarves. The smoke obscured the faces of the ancestors, and the blades stained the sacred bricks!

"Calm down, these assassins are not simple."

The assassins, whose bodies were mostly covered by black masks, stood in an orderly manner in various places in the hall, forming a formation that could support each other. The bloody weeping swords showed that they would not easily attack, but if they did, they would definitely die.

The thirteen assassins were like a sharp blade hanging on the dwarf's throat.

Solgrin tilted his head. He thought that Imrick, who said this, would look frivolous, but he didn't expect the elf to be very serious, with murderous intent in his expression.

"I received a report about the sentry tower of the Southern Kingdom sixteen years ago. All the hundred soldiers stationed there were killed, but the culprit has not been found so far... Maybe I can avenge them today?"

Releasing Solgrin, Imrick took out another sword that symbolized the sacred orthodoxy. The pure and empty light spread out little by little as the sword was pulled out. He was really angry. These rats always liked to do some sneaky things, which was more disgusting than Druzy.

"The plan has changed. Pointy-eared Phoenix King, retreat, retreat!"

It was not the voice of the thirteen rats present, but it made Imrick's smile even more grim. Master of Death?

Let's see if you, a rat's messenger of death, can kill the dragon lord of the elves.

Without explaining anything to Thorgrim, Imrick ran directly to the direction where Black Thirteen retreated. His extremely fast speed did not give the rats any chance. The two rats who left through the cracks of the main gate had turned into sacrifices for the cold holy fire.

Tulinger looked at the chaotic ancestral hall and fell into despair for a while. Longbeard had suffered heavy losses in resisting the greenskin attack. Now the elders' council has lost many important clan leaders. Could it be that the Dreadnought Fortress...

With a punch, he hit the king of the Dreadnought Fortress in the face. Thorgrim gave up those red tapes and shouted at the top of his lungs to ask Tulinger to do something.

"Gronni's Hammer, did your father entrust the mountain fort to you just to wait for death here?! Tullinger, you must shoulder the responsibility of the King of the Fearless Fort and lead your people out of this tomb.

Whoever lets his home sink, let his home be buried with him. The dwarves must settle all hatreds with blood and gold, not with daze and despair!"

Another two powerful punches hit Tullinger's cheeks, but this reminder made him suddenly realize that there are still more than 100,000 people staying in the mountain fort...

He held the fist of the Supreme King again, and his turbid eyes turned into firmness: "The dwarves will not surrender. Even if all the sons of the Fearless Fort shave their heads and swear, I will let all the ratmen die!"

The Hammer Guards who rushed over were shocked to see that the two kings seemed to be beating each other, and there were corpses lying in the hall.

They just wanted to collect the corpses and send these long beards who died unjustly to the grave forever, sleeping with their ancestors.

"Angk, open the ancestral treasury, replace all the usable items with the clan warriors, and take out the most precious rune treasures! Prepare to break out!"

The captain of the Hammer Guard stayed where he was. This...

"There is no time to talk nonsense. Prioritize the women and children, use the Hammer Warriors as the vanguard, and send them away first!"

"Thorgrin, how much time do we have?"

"Less than three days."

"Three days, very good, very good..."

Turinger nodded with countless sorrow, but it turned into determination in an instant.

He ordered everyone to pick up the items within half a day, discard all the treasures that were difficult to transport, and resolutely go to the Warrior Hall to summon the warriors of the Dreadnought Castle to make a final effort.

Turinger's back was firm and desolate at the same time. Thorgrin had seen similar figures. They appeared countless times in the history of the dwarves, such as Rune, Erickson...

The High King could only wish everything went well in his heart. There were still three days left. After persuading Turinger, he must use words and fists to make all the clans agree to leave.

This process must be tortuous, but it is also necessary...

After this time, the rats must be regarded as the biggest threat. They are far more planned than the greenskins, and there will inevitably be more conspiracies with every step.

If an assassin can easily step into the hall guarded by Valaya runes, it means that all mountain fortresses are threatened, and the heads of all kings depend on when the Skaven demons come to take them. (End of this chapter)