Chapter 1300: First Step, Collapse

"I have a guess about the Big Belly King Gulu..."

When Kurt was about to move the chess piece, Imric interrupted the marshal's action with a smile: "If I speculate that Agrim will kill the Potbelly King directly, how should I judge the result of this game?"

"With the characteristics of green skins, the war will end soon... But the probability is too slim. The more green skins there are, the stronger the warlord will be. The number of green skins gathered in Karak Dreadnaught Fort is uncountable. We I don’t think the Butcher King can kill the Pot-Belly King under heavy siege.”

Kurt gave his judgment and placed the green-skinned chess pieces in front of the Imperial Griffin to create a stalemate.

"Three steps have been taken, and I have scored one point. It's your turn, Phoenix King."

Kurt was so confident that Imrik's smile became even more uncontrollable: "But you actually only took two steps. You anticipated the green-skinned artillery bombing of the dwarves, cut the battlefield and then attacked the flank of the empire."

Kurt pointed at the sand table and emphasized: "This is the third step. The green-skinned cavalry will form a stalemate with the empire. The brainless beasts are smarter than imagined. They are trying to interfere with our transport of troops into the canyon as much as possible. "

"No, no, no, you don't understand what I mean." Imrik stretched out his hand and pushed the green-skinned chess piece forward, easily overturning the seemingly unbreakable imperial position.

"This is my first step. The greenskins will break up your proud defense line and counterattack towards the entrance of the canyon."

"Really..." Kurt did not refute. Obviously, the two people had conflicting views on this matter. Marshal Rick naturally believed that the Sons of the Empire could block the greenskin's attack, while the Phoenix King seemed very... doubtful.

Whether it was due to his over-recognition of the greenskins or his contempt for the Empire, Kurt didn't think it was a good sign.

"Then we'll see."

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With the shimmering cloak of magic, the figure of Stormwing is covered up, and the mist always lingers beside the watcher, never leaving even half a step.

He easily flew to the side of the dwarf. With the green skin's insight, it was impossible to detect the war lord.

The griffin pounced down, skimming the ground like a dive. Agrim jumped up skillfully and grabbed the griffin's outstretched paw. Although it was Eltharion who came forward for some reason, the Butcher King didn't care.

What he wants to do most now is to give the green-skinned warlord a few axes to settle the hatred of the dwarves.

While searching for the Big Belly King, Eltharion reminded the dwarf under the gryphon: "Agrim, I need to lead the air force to fight at any time, and I cannot provide support when you fight against the Big Belly King."

"It doesn't matter, either I will chop this greenskin to death, or he will chop me to death. In the name of Grimnir, I will wash away the hatred with blood and fire!"

The Watcher, who had a detailed understanding of Agrim's combat capabilities, was not prepared to say anything more. At most, he could use magic to clear a suitable landing space for the dwarf before returning.

The Butcher has sought death countless times, but failed every time. If Agrim's professions were king and butcher respectively, the former would be successful, while the latter would be a failure.

He alone among the sons of Balaag was unable to find the death he sought so hard.

Stormwing is extremely fast. This Ulthuan griffon has been killing with the war lord for more than two hundred years. Even in the Annuli Mountains, it is a powerful beast.

Its wings carried air currents, and it used its keen power to find the pot-bellied goblin its master said.

I saw Gulu, the pot-belly king, standing on the chariot, using his exaggeratedly shaped ax to lead the war pigs and chariots to kill wantonly among the halberdiers.

Somewhat weird...

The elves' eyesight is very sharp, and with the blessing of magic, they can clearly see every detail of the battlefield.

The weapons of the Imperial Halberdier are, without exception, made by the Royal Blacksmith of Altdorf. They are combined with forging techniques leaked from dwarves and elves to find a perfect balance between flexibility and sturdiness.

The sharp halberd blade can easily pierce chain mail. Although the martial arts are not good, as long as the halberds are arranged in a row and stretched out, this is the best weapon of war.

But the situation with these beasts is that it is difficult for the halberd to pierce the dirt-covered fur. Even if some brute-force soldiers puncture a few bloody holes, the war pig can still drag the violent orcs to fight and hang them with its fangs. The corpses of human bean sprouts ran rampant in the field.

magic?

Elsharion analyzed it and believed that it was not the influence of magic. The greenskin's waaaagh stance had not yet been formed. Judging from his experience in fighting with the greenskins many times, this was very strange.

"Elsharion, have you found the Pot-Belly King Gulu?"

Agrim, who had been waiting for a long time, was already a little impatient. He carried his battle ax and looked around for Gulu, but he could only see the Imperial people retreating in all directions under the impact of the greenskins, without clearing the mountain road at all. easy.

Stopping his speculations about the green-skinned boys, Eltharion followed the direction pointed by Stormwing and immediately saw an extraordinarily huge...magic storm.

In the mind of the watcher, the shadow of Yris Tower suddenly appeared. The tallest building in eastern Ulthuan was the lifeblood of controlling the wind of magic.

A burst of shrill laughter broke the tranquility of the tower...and the soldiers who were supposed to be guarding their homeland disappeared one after another.

Is this a revelation...?

Before he could pray to Radlili, whether this meant killing the greenskin with his own hands, a blood-stained helmet and sword were placed alone on the throne of Yris.

Father……

A minute later, Eltharion lowered his hand from his forehead and ordered Stormwing to dive towards Gollum.

He has changed his mind and decided to put aside his duties as a war lord and become Prince Yerys for a time.

"Kreon, you can command the air force to enter at any time."

"What?" Creon was stunned, holding up the encrypted communication stone that was only used within the royal court, and asked in disbelief: "Don't tell me, you are planning to kill Gollum, but you are not Tyrion, you are a man who likes to be trapped alone. War lord surrounded by enemies."

"He had a reason to die...I am not only the War Lord, but also the Prince of Yerys."

The simple words illustrate the Watcher's determination. In his eyes, anyone who may threaten Yris must die.

When approaching the Pot-Belly King, Eltharion signaled Stormwing to throw Agrim down and throw him a hundred meters away from Gollum, responsible for attracting the greenskin's firepower.

And he had already lifted the fog lingering around him, stood up on the saddle, held up Carmen's spear and fang sword, and guided the wind of magic into a violent wave.

The magic that belongs exclusively to Iris, and countless arrow rains composed of mist, turned into a storm and struck Gollum due to Eltharion's fear of fate.

The transparent and invisible arrows of mist easily pierced the skin of the beast that was difficult to cut with the halberd, shattered the galloping fart chariots, and formed a small open space around the Pot-Belly King.

What followed the mist was the sharp claws that emerged from the storm. The gryphon passed over the head of the Pot-Belly King. The claws like steel hooks slashed through the greenskins that were busy resisting the arrows of the mist, preparing to smash the ugly head. Pull it off in one fell swoop.

But in the end, the storm wing passed by, and there was a blood mark on the right paw of the forelimb that was deep enough to see the bone. (End of chapter)