Chapter 1269 Accountability?

"The weather is nice... I should find a fishing rod for fun."

Imrik lazily walked out of his tent, looking at the sky with the sun shining brightly, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Things went quite smoothly. With the assistance of Belshazer and Espes, Kadhammer successfully demonstrated a wave of abilities to the High King, blocked the exits of the entire Gray Mountains, and approached Karak Dreadnought step by step.

This does not rule out the fact that in order to show his strength, the emperor pulled out the few modified tanks in the empire, and relied on his tyrannical firepower and strong body to withstand the green-skinned troops who were drugged and waaagh.

Judging from the results, it is generally good. As long as you ignore that the elves did not contribute much during the period and always maintained a state of watching the show, the Phoenix King did not even appear on the frontline battlefield. He stayed by a lake in a remote location in the rear. Every day Just retiring.

The fishing rod was handed over by the maid. It was in extremely good condition. The exquisite dragon scale anti-slip layer embossed on the gold-plated surface made people think it was a strange-looking magic prop.

But this is only one of the most inconspicuous royal items. Although Imrik doesn't care much about these superficial skills, the crafts sent by Var's Anvil every year still fill the entire warehouse.

Making a nest is an essential skill for a fisherman, but patience is even more important. In the past, the Phoenix King would choose to drain the lake to get what he wanted in the quickest way.

Now, he chooses to carefully mix the proportions of ingredients, and based on the characteristics of the imperial wild animals he has studied in the past few days, he specializes in serving the fish in the lake.

The Phoenix King had just thrown out the fishing rod and was sitting on the stone pier humming a hometown song. The Phoenix King looked very uncomfortable. This day was much more comfortable than facing a bunch of idiots every day in Lothern.

Although he didn't want to hear those troublesome things, the persistent North still had to complete the routine tasks. The herald stood behind His Majesty and told him what happened today.

"Your Majesty, the touring opera team organized by the Literary and Art Association has gone to Middenheim..."

“Can you sell tickets?”

Imrik was a little speechless for this group of literary and artistic workers, saying that in order to actually experience the customs and customs of the old world, the target group was the middle and lower classes.

But a paradox is that the cost of the performance is almost impossible to recoup. With the support of the Queen, Ulthuan's opera performance should be called a magic performance. There are few professional mages to provide special effects, which is simply unappreciated.

The salary of the mage grandpa is not low, and the ticket price is very low. In addition to the loss of materials and a series of scene decoration supplies, I don’t know which unlucky egg is supporting it.

“It went better than expected and every show was packed.”

"I just want to see the elf girl. These unscrupulous people from the empire should be dragged to the mines to move stones."

The Phoenix King was speechless and could only shake his head and not want to express his opinion. He sent a few people to watch the tour of those fools, not to gain a good reputation for Ulthuan, but also not to lose the face of the royal court.

"Unless they directly ask me to intervene, you will make your own decisions regarding the tour."

"yes."

The herald opened the record book. It was not an eventful time now, so he could simply say that the past few days of travel were simply a paid holiday.

"About Great Ulric's invitation..."

I want to talk about the floating earth, but someone is one step ahead of the herald.

Creon, who was responsible for handing over to the front line, quickly stepped forward with a serious and somewhat gloomy expression.

"Your Majesty, La Calera and Nikonov... died."

Imric's somewhat smiling expression gradually turned solemn, and the tough metal fishing rod in his hand broke inch by inch.

"Sacrificed? This..."

La Calera, one of the deputies of the Shadow Walker Chapter, has been stationed in Caledor as an important representative of Nagaryth for many years. She has experienced countless bloody battles and made great achievements.

Imrik planned to give him a quiet place after the incident was finally over, so that he would not follow the shadow king's paranoia and do troublesome things.

As for Nikonov... one of the few human priests of the Sotek Sect, one of the most promising humans to join the Chakua Serpent God Army, he has served loyally for nearly two hundred years since his birth in Lustria. Giant snakes around.

On the surface, Gragrim is the strongest among the four-person team, but the characteristics of the Butcher show that it is better to let him die than to expect them to complete the mission.

Priests and Shadowwalkers...

"Specific circumstances."

Creon did not hesitate. Although he was surprised that Shadow Walker died in battle, every warrior was prepared for the sacrifice of his teammates and the possibility of his own death.

“Two days ago, they found traces of the Skaven in the mine leading to the bonfire. Victor thought this was an excellent opportunity and ordered the team to destroy the Skaven conspiracy.

The Skaven, led by the Gray Prophet, placed screaming death knells and a large number of warpstone bombs in the mines. The micro-earthquakes we detected were caused by the explosives ignited by the Shadow Walkers..."

Imric thought about it for a while. Although he felt a little inexplicable sadness, he had experienced too much and became more and more indifferent to these sacrifices.

How to reflect on the meaning of sacrifice can create value that goes far beyond always remembering it for a monarch.

"Victor is taking all the responsibilities. With his reconnaissance ability, it is impossible to detect the strange movements of the rats... This should be what Calera and Nikonov think."

"He has apologized to Karl Franz and believes that this failure is a disgrace to Sigma's name."

The Phoenix King, who shook his head, was extremely puzzled by this: "I sent the man out, so you should ask me for mercy. Karl Franz is not qualified to influence my decision.

Tell Victor... forget it. "

The key point now is not that Xiaoqiang may find the eternal castle, but the strange behavior of the rat man.

Tehenhoin did not spread any information about the whereabouts of the Rat Men in the Gray Mountains. It seemed that the Rat Men had planned this operation for a long time, otherwise they would not have been able to hide it so deeply.

"Where's our rat team?"

Creon certainly knows who the Rat Catchers are, and he can handle them better than the Dragon Prince, who has always been good at frontal combat, and the people who believe in giant snakes.

"Still on call Lauren Loren."

"Tell Elvis the news of Nikonov's death and tell him that Victor and Gragrim are still alive."

"This..." Creon hesitated. This was completely inconsistent with Caledor's usual style. Victor and Gragrim were able to pass on the information alive, which made the sacrifices of La Calera and Nikonov meaningful. value.

In addition to the credit for destroying a ratman facility, he shouldn't be punished.

"I will explain La Calera's death to the Shadow King, but Nikonov is not an elf, and he was not ordered to join this team by me."

This is all nonsense, Imric just wants to see how Victor will deal with what happens next... (End of this chapter)