Chapter 1291 The Tradition of Employment

Whether the map has been rewritten or not, Imrik is going to hand it over to the intelligence personnel of the Phoenix Court. If he ends up with an indistinguishable thing, then get out of here as soon as possible, otherwise it will be in vain.

After the meteorite fell, the already fragmented land turned into a rugged and winding coast, just like the Broken Shore of Naggaroth. The difference is that this was previously a key area for Bretonnia to defend itself against the Norscans.

I'm afraid that we will have to retreat a thousand meters later.

The fleet began to evacuate, and the only thing that could kill the lizardmen was rats, and that had to be without Slann support.

Otherwise, if a devastating spell is cast, no matter how many squeaking rodents come, they will eventually become nutrients for Lustria.

Norsca came and went as quickly as it came. I am afraid this is the first time Bretonnia has successfully resisted the invaders so quickly, and the question that comes with it is how to deal with the tragedy.

Gross felt lucky for his decision just now. Although he had left behind a lot of important equipment, at least his life was saved. He did not die from cracks, lava, or meteorite impacts like the Bretonnian serfs next to him.

He ordered his troops to wait here, and rushed towards the location of the Bretonnian king with a hint of joy.

And this time, as expected, Lawn Leo Cornwall's face was ugly, and he no longer looked dignified and solemn as before.

"Captain Gross, you must give Bretonnia an explanation! Why didn't you tell us about the origin of this toad monster or the terrifying meteorite?"

The attention of all the Holy Grail Grandpas only made Gross want to laugh: "Your Majesty Lao En, I am a mercenary. You provide the mission goal and Ice Eyes solves it. It is not the inversion of cause and effect. I provide the mission goal and I solve it." ”

After combing his hair, which was a little messy due to the golden light, Gross smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but a greater Majesty needs to meet in person. Please forgive me."

Captain Bingyan, along with the restless guards, slowly came to Lord Slan's floating chair with respect.

If the rumors are correct, the red-skinned toad with the obsidian crown in front of him and several handprints on his belly is the lord of Hesiota, the City of the Sun, Slan Mazdamudi.

Gross, who had learned some basic Lizardman language, stopped thirty meters away from Slan. The unique snapping sound of his hometown was the key for Mrs. Kislev to learn a little bit of Lizardman language.

If it were the stiff tongue of the Imperial people, he would never be able to utter that weird and incomprehensible tone in his lifetime.

"Two lords..." He glanced at the lizard man sitting next to Slan's floating chair. He originally thought he was a follower, but after taking a closer look, he realized that the golden left hand would never lie.

"Three lords."

"Speak your language, human cub."

Ku Jia spat out the letter and seemed quite patient. This hot-blooded brat seemed to be a resident of the new world, that is, a hot-blooded species who obeyed the big plan and still had a little room for communication.

"Yes." Gross took a deep breath to calm down. He wanted to ask the reason why the lizard man came here, but unexpectedly a black shadow passed in front of his eyes.

His Majesty the Phoenix King, whom he had only met once and respected so much, jumped off the back of the dragon, stood expertly on Mazdamudi's floating chair, and touched Slan's swollen belly.

"Master Ma, as expected, your belly feels the best. You must have been eating well recently."

In the past, Master Ma could forcibly teleport to avoid being fished out, but now he could only roll his eyes and let the elf cub touch his belly.

Different from Master Ma's casual attitude, Odu Harlan appeared to be very respectful. The blue-skinned toad nodded in anticipation and stated his intention with his thoughts.

"Honored God, I sensed your call and came with my long-cherished wish for the City of the Moon."

Stopping stroking the red-skinned toad, Imrik nodded gently. Aldo Haran was a senior worthy of respect. He had been sleeping for thousands of years in order to gain the power to witness the truth of the big plan under the influence of the evil moon. A glimmer of hope.

Now that the big plan is clear, the Lord of Moon City, who has been practicing for a long time, is ready.

"I have heard about you, Odu Harlan. The Evil Moon is an obvious threat, but it requires careful preparation...rather than exhausting all the resources of the lizard people to deal with a difficult but not fatal problem. threats.

The runes on Obion Island may be able to bring us some inspiration. "

Odu Harlan said that he understood, and he had heard the thoughts of the ancient saints. After dealing with Mazdamudi's recovery of Albien, he would decide how to deal with Evil Moon.

"Your will."

After greeting the lizardmen one by one, Imric jumped up and came to Gross.

Based on some vague impressions, the Phoenix King vaguely remembered that the human who personally awarded the medal was still a high-spirited young man... rather than the vicissitudes of middle-aged appearance in front of him.

Before all the humans knelt down on one knee, Imric had already spoken.

"Groth Vergil...a name that is not so Kislev, can you tell me the reason? Many years ago, there may have been too many people who needed to be commended, and there were too many warriors in Caledor. Let me ask about this without any flaws. matter."

"You remember me..." Gross was deeply moved. He knelt down on one knee with his entourage and said in a sincere tone: "Your Majesty, my father is a soldier originally from Ostermark. He has been loyal to you and Drachni throughout his life. Prince Er, he has the blood of Kislev, and so do I. It will not change just because of a name.”

"It seems that you have gone through a lot of hardships..."

After thinking about it, I don't plan to ask too much about the War Dogs. After all, strictly speaking, this group of people are of Caledorian nationality. It seems that it is not easy for me, a Phoenix King with the surname Caledor, to manage them.

But after thinking about it, especially since Mazdamuddi is ready to do some work on Orbion, it seems necessary to have an organization with fighting power and will that can cooperate with the Tal Wind Howling City Legion.

After all, the promise made at the previous summit was to move north from Kislev, and now to attack Orbion Island in the northwest. It is also a good idea to find the War Dogs as an excuse.

"Gross, how many people do you have?"

This is the point. Gross's trembling shoulders can hardly hide his excitement: "A total of 2,768 people, of which 1,600 are experienced retired soldiers who are familiar with Caledor's front-line tactics and can effectively operate various war equipment.

The rest are light assault swordsmen added by the Southern Kingdom, sharpshooters from Wisen Territory, and experienced attendants from the Knights of the Sun."

"Not bad..." This is not Imrick's false praise. This number of war dogs must be the hegemon of the Southern Kingdom. Any force will hire them with a large sum of money.

"What is your contract with Bretonnia, when will it expire, and how much is the penalty for breach of contract?"

It was obviously an employment question, which made Gross raise his head and look into the eyes of the Phoenix King for the first time.

"If you need it, Ice Eye can fight at any time! If you think the number of Ice Eyes is not enough to deal with the subsequent battles, there are many elites from the New World in the War Dog Camp, and they will also fight for you." (End of this chapter)