Chapter 1283 Holy Sword Fragment

The Chaos Mark emerged from Ulfric's body, and the plate armor made of fine steel made a series of cracking sounds due to the expansion of his body.

After explaining himself, the Chaos warlord stopped talking...

A strong gust of wind passed through Tyrion's side while crushing the earth.

Tyrion, who was well prepared, took a stance to meet the enemy and wanted to dodge by turning sideways, but Ulfric was not only extremely fast, but the aura emanating from his body seemed strange.

The strange aura slowed down Tyrion's movements a little, and this gave Ulfric an opportunity.

The giant spinning in the air, his swift posture was completely contrary to his huge body. With the power brought by the inertial rotation, the Sword of Torgard smashed Tyrion fiercely.

The aura was wrapped around the surface of Tyrion's armor. He had fought against Chaos many times, and he quickly realized that this was the decayed breath of Nurgle, and it was a high-level blessing bestowed by the Lord of Flies himself.

Interesting... I haven't seen such a dirty Chaos bastard for a long time.

The aura shackled on the surface of the armor gradually dissipated as the dragon armor's automatic sensing magic was activated. This artifact that gathers the wisdom of ancient elves not only gives the user unparalleled defense, but also has a series of incredible functions.

The decayed Nurgle aura disappeared instantly as a layer of golden light flashed across the surface of the dragon armor. The sword of Torgard that should have hit Tyrion also swung in vain.

However, in a split second, the situation reversed again. Tyrion, who was in the lower position, turned his head to avoid Torgard's sword, and the Sun Sword crossed Ulfric's chest at an incredible angle.

A cloud of smoke rose from the ground, and Ulfric, who was thrown away by Tyrion, finally looked a little injured at this time.

He wiped the blood flowing from his chest and abdomen with his hand, and the cruel smile on the corner of his mouth never faded.

"Very good... give me a hearty fight!"

"As you wish..."

Tyrion showed some fighting spirit, his resolute figure was like the incarnation of a hero.

"In the name of the Phoenix King, the incarnation of Asuryan, you will die in my hands!"

The battle started again, but this time the difference was that waves of cavalry rushed out of the open gate, and the iron hooves rushed towards the river beach where the Norscan fleet landed.

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Imric, who was observing the duel, was quite bored and held his face. Compared with Tyrion, Ulfric's strength was only a little bit behind.

If it were many years ago, maybe we could see a hearty fight, but Tyrion was a person with a hang-up, not only the Aenarion Dragon Armor, but also another more obscure thing.

The gods will not dissipate easily. As long as someone remembers their names, they will have the possibility of continuing.

Most people think that Cain has disappeared. After all, the holy sword that symbolizes killing has disappeared from the mortal world. However, as a person involved and planner, the Phoenix King knows very well that the fragments of the holy sword are hidden in Tyrion's soul.

Why has there been no sign of it in a hundred years? It can only be attributed to the body reshaped by the holy fire of Asuryan, which allows the cold will to prevail.

This is a trump card... a trump card that will not be used easily. If necessary, Imrik does not mind letting Aenarion reappear in the world.

Even if it means paying a painful price, it is better than the end of the world.

"North."

"Your Majesty."

The herald waiting on the side knew what His Majesty was going to do. From beginning to end, the Phoenix King's attention has never been on Marienburg. According to the previous plan, the merchant should bribe the Norscans instead of taking useless treasures and asking the elves for help.

Obviously, there are masters in Rickland behind this matter. As long as the Phoenix King does not want to be criticized, he must take action.

"Give the command to Creon and send Boca Chiri to the palace."

A bodyguard is the minimum requirement of the Phoenix King. At least when encountering some minor characters, having a court swordsman by his side can save some time.

The herald nodded to show that he understood, and then asked.

"Do you need me to accompany you?"

"After that, you will be responsible for assisting Tyrion in handling affairs. At least let the people in the Old World know that the blood of Aenarion easily defeated the most terrible warlord in Norsca."

"Understood."

This is to establish some prestige for Tyrion. The Phoenix King intends to let the blood of Aenarion turn his attention to the more important Old World instead of rolling in Ulthuan all day.

Malus will temporarily serve as the elf leader of the Chaos Expedition, but it will not last long. No one will dare to easily trust the moody Druzy. Even if he loses the influence of the Great Demon, he is still one of the most unpredictable lords of fear.

Bocachili, with a slight smell of gunpowder, came to the palace with a serious look, holding a long sword in his hand and tying his cloak tightly.

He didn't want His Majesty to go to the battlefield in person, which was an insult to the Flame Knights.

"Your Majesty."

"I'll give you three minutes, follow me to Bretonnia."

What?

Bokaqili was confused. What was going on? He was fighting in the Empire, how could Bretonnia be involved again?

Besides, the highest commander of this battle was the Phoenix King, who had the permission of the Emperor of the Empire. You were traveling casually like this, which showed that you didn't care about the Emperor's attitude.

Seeing that Bokaqili didn't respond for a while, Imrick frowned: "Isn't what I said clear enough? My dear court swordsman."

"It's very clear, I'm ready at any time." Bokaqili immediately corrected his attitude. Since he was the only one here, it meant that the Phoenix King only called him.

Isn't this a kind of trust... After another fifty years, I will apply to the noble council to replace the captain of the Flame Knights.

Thinking happily in his heart, Bokaqili was suddenly enveloped by a burst of light. The dazzling flash made him open his mouth and shout in surprise.

"Ah! Don't be so sudden, give me some mental preparation, Your Majesty!"

After a brief sense of nothingness, the Flame Knight only heard a voice of disgust.

"It's really embarrassing... You should go back to the Kaled Nursery to teach children swordsmanship. You are yelling about a teleportation spell."

Opening his eyes, the Flame Knight saw the Phoenix King and the Shadow King standing side by side, looking at him with his arms around his chest.

Judging from the surrounding situation, this should be a ship...

"Sorry, sorry, I lost my composure for a moment. After all, this is a bit too sudden."

The experienced Flame Knight immediately tried to fool around and didn't refute any criticism of the Phoenix King. This was the consensus after getting along for a long time.

"Aris, what do you think?"

The Phoenix King's question only made the Shadow King open his lips slightly: "If you think that Bokaqiri's ability is only suitable for teaching children swordsmanship, the Nagarys Court welcomes him as a guest."

Kidnap someone, kidnap in front of others, only the Shadow King with emotional intelligence can say it.

Imrik shook his head and said nothing. He first talked about the Shadow Walker, apologized slightly, and prepared to take Bokaqiri to Bretonnia. (End of this chapter)