Chapter 808 The Oath Between You and Me

The green mist gradually rising in the palace was as bad as Laszlo's mood. Manfred used dimension stones to catalyze the mutation of vampires in Sylvania Castle, turning them into terrifying bloodthirsty ghosts. beast.

The green mist rising from the cracks in the ground was exactly the same as the warpstone energy used by Count Manfred. The Midnight Noble knew that he was forced to be involved in the conflict between Caledor and the Skaven.

Laszlo, who was accused, had no intention of explaining, and calmly waited for the Dragon Prince's next plan. If he was killed just because of this kind of thing, the head of the family would undoubtedly have misjudged the wrong person.

Fortunately, Imric also knew that the energy of this little vampire was not enough to make such a big noise. It was not easy for Altdorf, who was lurking in one of the religious centers of the empire, to be able to have such influence behind the scenes. It was simply incredible. Night stories.

Seeing the green mist, Imric vaguely understood what was happening, and his expression changed. He looked at the extremely nervous Laszlo with interest.

"I didn't expect that I would also enjoy the treatment of the ancestor of the undead. The energy required to cause the ground to break is not small. The Skaven's hostility towards me is a bit unusual.

Nagash was tricked by the Skaven. Do you think I will be the same as the Necromancer? "

The vampire, who was unaware of the conflict between the Skaven and Caledor, chose to remain silent and not express any opinion on the matter.

Since Imrik identified the nature of the Skaven attack, what he had to do now was how to protect himself in this attack.

But without thinking, Imric waved his hand and said, "Although you are a despicable vampire, since you obeyed my order and came to me, you naturally don't need to worry about your life. You can stay here well."

These words of confidence and arrogance made Laszlo hang his head. Only a person with such magnanimity is worthy of collaborating with the head of the family to conspire with great things.

"yes."

After arranging the vampires, Imric took the lead in contacting Master Kick, but as expected, he was unable to connect. The Horned Rat must have played a role in the attack.

Then there was the giant snake that was unwilling to be mentioned. Although there was some vague perception, it was obviously not enough to provide support for the current situation.

Hmm, very interesting...

Unable to find help, Imrik simply gave up. If the Skaven really regarded assassination as the only way to solve the problem, then he might have chosen the wrong person.

Mi Shan walked in from outside the palace. His cheerful expression, which was originally enjoying reading poetry at dusk, now became very serious.

He held the Storm Spire Dragon Tail Battle Ax in his right hand, and held a dead black-faced ratman assassin in his left hand, telling what happened one by one.

"There are many Skaven assassins emerging from the cracks in the ground. I caught a few, but there are also some running around the palace. The faint sounds coming from the tunnel indicate that there are a lot of rats inside. Do they need to be destroyed immediately? ."

"No, blow up this tunnel, and more tunnels will appear." Imrik rejected this plan. The rat's claws were stretched a little too long, and he dared to make such a big noise during his visit to the empire.

Looking at the four people in the room, the Dragon Prince quickly issued an order. The first was the legendary warrior.

"Occestes, you may need to make some sacrifices this time, take the initiative to enter the tunnel of the Skavens, and fight all the way to the center of the dungeon along the route."

The burly body of armor beat its chest hard with its gauntlets, and the dull echo showed that the interior was not void, but solid.

"Your order, even though I have experienced countless nightmares in the dark, I still deeply remember that fighting for the dragon lord is my life's destiny!"

With a promise that must be fulfilled, the legendary warrior picked up the shield and sword with personal honor inscriptions and walked out of the palace.

He firmly believes in Imric's strength, which is comparable to Aenarion's power. In a suitable situation, Prince Caledor will definitely achieve glory comparable to the Guardian Phoenix King and catch up with the luster of his ancestors.

Phyllis wants to persuade, shouldn't all the living forces be gathered in the hands when facing an assassination? Imrik, have you forgotten why there was such a huge sacrifice in the operation to rescue Minas Nir? ?

But when it comes to battle, Imric no longer favors the maid, and arranges her position without question.

"Phyllis, Laszlo, you two stay with Mishan and find a safe location to wait for the results."

"What about you!" Phyllis took a step forward, which was completely inconsistent with the oath she had made. If the master was fighting while the maid watched from the sidelines, it would be a great insult to one's own existence.

With a touch of tenderness on his face, Imrik came to Phyllis, stretched out his hand to caress the familiar face under her helmet, and looked at the eyes that were already slightly moist.

"After that catastrophe, I made an oath to my ancestors, never to let you go into danger. Your oath is to protect me, but my oath is to protect you.

If mother were still alive, she might have scolded you if she saw you fighting with me. I also don’t want you to see a look that doesn’t belong in your memory…”

After a brief moment of tenderness, Prince Long said firmly,

"Mishan, take her away."

Mishan dropped the black-faced assassin, grabbed Felice's elbow and forced her away. He understood the prince's intention, and wanted to teach the Skaven a bloody lesson, making him completely hide in a dark corner and tremble.

After everyone left, Imric replaced the Caledor armor that had not been used for a long time, although he wanted to hand over this ancestral artifact to his son.

But I always thought that Dracnir would take a completely different path from the Caledor family. Perhaps this armor, which only symbolized the family's honor, would not be able to match its glory in the end.

Imrik, who is sitting on the carved gold chair in the main hall, is waiting for the arrival of the Skaven. No matter how sinister the cunning rats' schemes are, he will let the Council of Thirteen know that the majesty of the dragon cannot tolerate any Creature provocation.

When the incident happened, it happened to be dusk, and the Altdorf Palace was undergoing a duty rotation.

But as the focus of attention, the palace where the Dragon Prince is located has a large number of palace guards on duty day and night. The elite knights discovered that an invisible wall separated the inner and outer spaces, and the gradually rising green mist made the internal environment extremely blurry. It’s hard to get a full picture of it.

A hoarse and noisy sound emerged from the ground, and a group of upright rodents wrapped in green rags rushed out of the mist like crazy, waving the rusty short knives in their hands without any rules, towards the people who had never seen Scar. Wen Shuren and the surprised palace guards charged.

For a moment, the remnants of Pestilen, nourished by the plague, collided with the elite knights of the empire. After a brief panic and some losses of manpower, the well-trained knights immediately organized a counterattack and informed them of the situation in the dormitory. Elector.

When the swords made of steel effortlessly cut through the messy fur wrapped in green cloth, the knights were confident that these were just some mutated beastmen. They had slaughtered them many times. All they had to do was cut off the limbs and heads, and Everyone will die.

But Pestilun's madman is definitely not something that can be described by common sense. The cut muscle tissue has no effect on it. The plague monks wave their short blades wildly. Even though most of the time there are only some traces on the stainless steel armor, but It still caused minor wounds to some weak parts.

And these tiny wounds were exactly what made Pestilon so powerful. The poison seeped out from the rust, eating away at the knight's strong body bit by bit. They were surprised to find that, centered on the elbow, there was a kind of pain in the body. spread in. (End of chapter)