Chapter 223 Boyer blocking the road
After Imrik gave the order, the elven troops from Ulthuan began to pack their bags. In just a few days, the elven garrison area came into conflict with the Kislev army next to it. There was quite a bit of conflict.
The stubborn northerners couldn't bear to see those arrogant faces, and the elves couldn't bear to look down on these humans who smelled of alcohol and stench. Among them, Caledor was the most obvious. Even though the Dragon Prince deliberately restrained his soldiers to try not to conflict with friendly forces, he still couldn't stand it. There were quite a few soldiers thrown out on the streets to show that it wasn't that simple.
A rather ridiculous thing happened on the main road of Erengrad. The Boye nobleman Petroyev, whose family had managed the city for hundreds of years, rode his war bear and blocked the way of the dragon lord.
The war bear roared at Mortellius, its dagger-long fangs exposed in the air. It was obvious that it had regarded the staunch mount that had served the dragon lord for decades as its prey. There was something being said in a language that Ke didn't understand, but the large number of soldiers behind him seemed to have explained its meaning.
"Dragon Prince, this..." The ambassador in Glengrad looked embarrassed. As the most well-informed person, he certainly knew that Imrik had saved Ulthuan not long ago. After learning that the dragon lord was about to arrive in Erlen After Golla, he was also well prepared, including negotiations with Kislev and other matters, but he still did not expect that these Boye nobles might still have the gangster mentality passed down from the tribal era, and actually tried to rob Assur. supplies.
"Say what he said exactly." Imrik did not react at all to the two low-level creatures roaring at him, and just gave the order to the ambassador.
"Yes." The ambassador sighed in his heart. If people from other kingdoms in Ulthuan encountered this kind of situation, they would just give them some supplies or money and get over it. But Mrs. Kisri actually came to touch Caledo. The current Prince Caledor is still an uncompromising hawk, and he only hopes that these Kisli ladies will not die too tragically.
"Don't you pointy ears know what strategy is? Erengrad is about to be invaded by Chaos. The Tsar naturally has the support of the empire and the dwarves, but it will be surrounded soon. Even if you go out, you will encounter the Chaos army. It is better to hold on to Erengrad, I will not allow anyone to leave here!"
The ambassador translated the words exactly, and even the tone was very close. General Boyer's words were not wrong, and even made sense, but this It is correct to build on the basis that the Tsar waits until support can defeat Chaos, otherwise staying in Erengrad will be self-destruction.
These words made Imric sneer. When waiting for support became a matter of course, it seemed that many things could be explained clearly. These people just wanted to defend the fiefdom, but turned a blind eye to the actual situation of the battle, even if Erlen The fall of Grad still cannot have much impact on the war situation. The Empire's Oster Territory has a large number of military fortresses and can still hold on for a long time. However, once Kislev falls, the Chaos Alliance will be able to march towards Ostermark. The focus of defense there is the greenskins of the World's Edge Mountains, who are simply lambs to be slaughtered to the Chaos Alliance.
I simply didn’t want to talk nonsense with him anymore. I took the Star Lance from Elvis and pointed it at the general who was still talking nonsense. The most important purpose of supporting the old world this time was not Kislev. Even if the two countries were combined No matter how tense the relationship becomes, they will still serve as the empire's human shield to resist threats from the north.
Seeing the pointy-eared leader trying to challenge his authority, Petroyev felt provoked. The Erlengren standing army plus levies exceeded 200,000, but these elves with a total number of less than 10,000 actually dared to openly Challenging Gettleman’s own self? Why are these elves unwilling to resist Chaos honestly, but instead trying every means to satisfy their own desires?
"Ula!" Petroyev chose to strike first and pulled out the two battle axes from his waist amidst the roaring charge of the war bear. He did not intend to kill Imrik, but planned to cut off the two pointed ears as a gift. Warning, what a bullshit dragon lord, you are nothing without the dragon. Mortellius snorted, obviously expressing his strong disdain for the clumsy charge. Connected with Imric's mind, he opened his hoofs and rushed towards the war bear, as if the huge creature was just a mere sight in its eyes. A big hamster.
The war bear raised its body high and slapped Imrik with two bear paws. Long-term combat experience told it that this posture is the most effective for these humanoid creatures. Under the terrifying momentum, only a few people have the courage. To resist.
The slap of the bear's paw was as fast and sharp as the cold wind, but this did not change the reality.
When the war bear raised its body and raised its big palm, the lance of the star had already thrust out. Petroyev was waiting for his partner's body to fall down, knocking the war horse down, and then he could use the battle ax to defeat the pointed ears. This has been the case for many years. tacit understanding.
But this tacit understanding has disappeared from this moment. The roar of the war bear stopped, the lance pierced its head, and then stopped in front of Petroyev.
Imrik, who had pierced the head of the war bear, pulled out the Star Lance with force laterally. The war bear's spine and head were separated from the body together. The huge body fell suddenly, and the blood stained the white fur red. Mrs. Kisli, who was left holding an ax in both hands, seemed completely unaware of what was going on.
To be honest, the Dragon Prince did not want to shake the spine-laden head away. After all, Caledo adheres to the principle of efficient and deadly combat. If we can kill it with one shot, we will never make a second move. But these tribes Barbarians may be like Drucci. Only force and fear can let them know what it means to be strong.
Petroyev, who was on the back of the war bear, was a little dazed. Misha was dead? The war bear that had been with him for so many years died like this in the hands of a pointy-eared man?
It wasn't until the warm blood splashed on his face that Petroyev realized that Misha was really dead, and died in Erengrad, the city where he had lived for more than ten years.
"Ah! Ah! I'm going to kill you." Petroyev didn't think about why the lance stopped in front of him. He just wanted to use this pointed-eared head to vent his anger, since these elves didn't want to help. Erengrad, then let them use the materials left behind after their deaths to support them.
The Dragon Prince, who was behind Imrik, leveled his lance and aimed it at the fancy cavalry decorated with feathers with undisguised murderous intent. Letting a human monkey challenge the dragon lord was already challenging Kalle. There are so many insults, and only blood can wash them away.
(End of chapter)