Chapter 427: Foreshadowing of the decisive battle
"So, the rats are preparing to challenge us for a decisive battle?"
Imrik, who was sitting on the stone chair, listened to the communication that Davian said using magic and was curious to confirm again.
"If my guess is correct, the decisive battle will take place in these few days."
Imric tapped his finger on the table and thought for a moment, although this may lack the two important combat forces of Ku Jia and Grok, as well as The two led the Lizardmen Legion, but there seemed to be nothing to worry about.
Then he continued to reply to Davian, "I understand, continue your action, I will ask Sven and two people to support you." "
Yes."
"Prince, do you want the entire army to prepare for battle immediately?" Edgar He also ended his chat with Edtelis and looked at Imric.
This may be his last battle in a short period of time. Next, he will return to Caledo to retire for a while. No matter what, he must achieve a beautiful record.
But Imrik just shook his head and continued, "No need to do this, just follow the first level alert state. I was just wondering what chance these ratmen have of winning." "There is no doubt that a
crushing scene, no matter from the high end This is true for combat power, or for soldiers at the grassroots level. After losing the most important weapon, the plague, the so-called Pestilen clan is just a group of bedbugs waiting to be slaughtered." "What do you mean?"
Edgar I am a little confused. You must know that the former Dragon Prince would carefully consider various possibilities between the enemy and ourselves. Even when he went on an expedition together as the Dragon Prince, he would also put forward some tactical opinions.
How to put it now, it seems to be a wave of tactics of the dragon cavalry.
Although Imric really wanted to kill all the rats with a direct attack, but as a ruler, he always wanted to minimize the casualties, otherwise it would be a loss if he won.
"Abandon the tactical positions of the Sun Army and the Guardian Army, and directly launch a decisive battle against the Ratmen after Agathel arrives at the Sky City."
Although this is somewhat inconsistent with the previous tactical plan, Edgar also has this mentality. Plan, the worst expectation was that 20,000 Caledor soldiers in the Sky City would defeat the Rats. Although there is now one less Sun Legion and Guardian Legion, it seems acceptable as long as Agathel leads the army to join together.
Compared with Edgar's cautious attitude towards this war, Imrik is much more relaxed. The main reason is that in terms of high-end combat power, the difference between the two sides is too great. The upper limit of the rat man's natural strength is just that, known as Quik, the black orc among rats, is just a piece of garbage crushed to death by a mustache possessed by the wind of metal.
Although I don't have a clear idea of my current strength, it is much stronger than in the Great Holy War. At least when I encounter the twelfth Eternal God Chosen, I won't be unable to open up the situation in a short time like before.
Killing the Plague Lord Negrich would probably be like killing a chicken.
As for the number that the ratmen are most proud of, it can only be said that in front of a group of war butchers who don't know what fatigue is, I hope they can make the flame knights, who are the royal guards, kill to their heart's content.
Not to mention, I am very interested in the Ancient Saint plaque that Davian rubbed. During this period, I have been looking for related sacrifices. With just a suitable time, I may be able to kill the most terrifying lizard man. The war messenger was summoned.
Feeling that he had finished his work for the day, Imrik looked at the sky and felt that it was getting late and he should go somewhere else. Killing the mice during this period made him feel a lot better.
His eyes signaled the old man Edgar, he raised the quill in his hand and tapped it on the table a few times, stood up, stretched and pushed the door open.
When Edgar saw this situation, he sighed helplessly, picked up the stack of documents from the stone desk under the unsurprised eyes of others, and walked back to his original position, intending to handle some tedious military affairs for the dragon lord. After all, logistics reports have to be reviewed by the dragon lord, and the current prince is much lazier than before, so the most senior dragon prince present can only help handle it.
"Your Highness."
"Your Highness."
Along the way, people bowed their heads and saluted Imric from time to time. In response to this humble attitude, the prince who was respected by everyone said a few words of encouragement, saying that he would do well. The next noble That's you.
In response to this kind of pie-making behavior, everyone expressed their happiness and appeared more energetic when walking. They only hope that Imric can personally wear the Fire Dragon Medal on him next time in the Dragon Father Square.
Imric led Creon and Elvis towards the place where the lizardmen gathered. The exchanges between the two races had already started well, but the necessary distance still had to be maintained.
After all, those giant lizards blessed by Sotek are much more violent than their compatriots. As long as there are no scales on their bodies, the first reaction is probably to use the obsidian sledgehammer in their hands to sacrifice their blood to Sotek.
The lizard warriors standing on both sides of the street lowered their heads when Imric passed by, expressing their respect with words of praise that only they could understand.
As one of the few people in the camp with nothing to do, Imric saw a somewhat familiar figure wearing plate and chain armor unique to the Claw of Patunyuen, and a specially rendered armor in commemoration of this Glory Star Dragon. Purple blue helmet.
Seeing Oliveira crouching around a deep pit, Imrik couldn't help but be a little curious. He walked behind him and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Imrik's voice was different from a few years ago. It was hoarse and no longer as sharp as before. This made Oliveira unable to react for a moment. He just thought that a boring person came here to watch the lizard people's customs.
So without looking back, he said, "A very interesting ceremony. Although this ceremony is a bit primitive and ugly, the meaning contained in it may be very profound." "Tell me more specifically." "
This
sounds a bit abstract. , I still have military affairs to deal with, come to me tonight, and I will talk to you in detail."
As a captain of the troops directly under the prince, and one of the first civilians to obtain noble status, Oliveira spoke a little arrogantly.
Anyway, he was sure that the Dragon Prince would not come to see the lizard people's barbaric rituals. After all, it was already a bit troublesome to praise the Dragon Father every day. If he had time to pray to Val and Edreeze, he would definitely not have time to come see Sotek.
"Ahem!" Elvis coughed twice deliberately, signaling Oliveira to look back quickly.
"Don't make any noise, this is a very sacred ceremony." Oliveira continued to stare at the movement in the pit, not caring who behind her had lung problems.
After seeing that Elvis's signal was useless, Creon, as a royal guard, raised his battle hammer and said with the sound of the hammer handle, "Pay attention to your identity Oliveira, the one standing behind you, But His Highness Prince Imrik, the legal ruler of Caledor."
Oliveira's body became a little stiff, and she stopped concentrating on watching the movements in the pit. She slowly turned her head and discovered that it was really the Queen. , showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and greeted,
"Your Highness, I really didn't expect to meet you here. This must be the arrangement of the Father of Dragons."
(End of this chapter)