Chapter 1306: Warriors in the Battlefield

"Agrim, I'll help you!"

The high and familiar voice made Agrim look dazed, as if he had heard Grimnir's call.

The Big Belly King seized the opportunity and took advantage of the dwarf's distraction to hit the Butcher King's chest and abdomen with an axe.

The injury had not yet shown obvious effects when the Butcher King gritted his teeth and held on, but he had already looked behind the Big Belly King.

In the noisy battlefield, the dwarf clearly saw the knight on the horse, rushing among the greenskins like a picnic, and no boy could stop the attack of a gun.

"Damn... I must hurry up."

Agrim didn't know whether Imrik would be a martial artist. Perhaps in the eyes of the Phoenix King, piercing the Big Belly King's head with a gun was the best destination for the greenskins.

As for whether the lance was pierced into the eye socket or the back of the head, it was meaningless to Agrim. A Big Belly King was beaten by three people in turn, and he had no face to say even if he won.

A mouthful of bloody saliva was spat on the face of the Big Belly King by Agrim. This move with strong humiliation only made the greenskin warlord more irritable. He had no time to worry about the elves that were about to attack him. He roared waaagh and started fighting again.

Compared with the fierceness of Agrim, Imrik's position was a bit chaotic. Although he shouted loudly that Agrim's support had arrived, the actual support was only a Phoenix King and a dozen human boys.

The Star Lance burst out with light, and the tip of the spear shone like a star dragon dancing wildly in the night sky, forcing the greenskin boys who were afraid of being killed to not dare to approach, and they all whispered doubts.

"This pointy-eared bean sprout seems to be the dragon lord who broke into the Pillar City... Why don't we run first?"

"I think so too. We'll have a fierce fight with him next time."

There are many such doubts. After many battles in the Badlands, the dragon flag has become famous among the greenskins. Greenskins all over the world know that the pointy ears in red armor are particularly good at fighting, and their boss is particularly waaaagh.

This gave the support team a chance to breathe... Mainly the team led by Derrick. They have used up all the explosives they carried. If the Phoenix King was a few seconds late, they would all be lost here.

Derrick, standing in blood, leaned his back against the side of the Phoenix King's saddle and said in a deep voice: "My majesty, you don't need to care about our life and death. You should kill the big-bellied king to disintegrate the morale of the greenskins. This is why Boss Mok led us to sprint."

Imrick nodded and looked around at the humans who were still standing. They were covered with wounds, but they still held their weapons tightly and stood up straight, with a determination to sacrifice in their eyes.

"How many of you have left?"

"Twelve brothers."

"Very good, that's very good." Imrick kept nodding his head, his eyes full of admiration. He never looked at the courage of the soldiers from a utilitarian perspective. Mok's team gave great encouragement to the coalition. Even though a group of people knew that there was death ahead, they still charged forward.

"In the name of the Phoenix King, I grant you the title of Karak Fearless Fort's Vanguard Warriors."

The Star Lance tapped Mok's shoulder lightly, which made the soldiers, who were originally in a heavy mood, suddenly feel a little relieved at this moment.

This at least shows that their sacrifice will never be forgotten.

"I am willing to do my best to dedicate victory to Sigmar and your majesties."

"Courage is worthy of praise, but sacrifice is not worthy of encouragement. Sigma still needs your strength, my vanguard warriors..."

As Imrick put his fingers together and put them beside his mouth, he blew a light whistle, and the Flame Knights who were covering the Phoenix King's passage above immediately let the dragon fly to the ground.

With the dragon lord as the center, six interlaced and orderly flame paths emerged from the breath, scorching mushroom meat and blackening the ground, easily wiping out the lives of hundreds of greenskins.

The claws fell, and the proud and beautiful body of the Yaoxing Dragon shook the earth. The wings flapped vigorously, and the long and powerful thick tail swung out to prevent all enemies who tried to approach.

The captain of the guard raised his dragon spear and stared at the dragon lord under him with Yaoxing Dragon.

"Your Majesty, what do you want to tell me?"

Imrick pointed at the human boys who seemed a little at a loss after the dragon landed.

"Crion, take these soldiers and retreat. We can't let the sacrifice become... too common."

Although the dragon stayed in the field all the time and would save more people, Creon did not refute the monarch's idea.

Since His Majesty likes these boys, then take them away. As for those humans and dwarfs who died because of the dragon's brief departure, what does it have to do with the elves? It can only be blamed on their lack of strength.

"Yes." Creon nodded and threw out two thin iron chains from the dragon saddle.

Every dragon prince's preparatory mission includes the duty of battlefield rescue team. Compared with the habit of treating elves from other kingdoms as cannon fodder, the proud Caledor elves cherish the lives of their compatriots...

Of course, this may also be related to the performance evaluation of the court. Whoever can save more people can get more promotion qualifications.

The iron chain carried by the captain of the Flame Knights is naturally not an ordinary thing. Mok called on his brothers to pull it quickly, leaning on the palm of the dragon, feeling the hot scales that seemed to burn the skin.

He wanted to pull the gap between the scales with his hands to make his body more stable, but he didn't expect Creon's awareness of guarding against humans far exceeded that of the greenskins, and he scolded coldly.

"Human, don't touch my companions with your dirty body! These two magic iron chains can completely send you to a safe place!"

With the silent laughter of the Star Dragon and Imrik, the warriors of the vanguard were temporarily safe. The humans escorted by the Caledor Royal Guard were probably only this time.

But although the dragon left, the number of greenskins did not decrease at all. After hesitating for a while and finding that the dragon above stopped breathing, the boys still plucked up the courage to approach the pointed-eared boss. Killing him would prove that we are the most waaaagh boss!

But unexpectedly, although the dragon left, another uninvited guest came.

The mist gradually enveloped Imrik's figure. Eltharion expanded the range of the spell and stopped covering Agrim's actions. After hearing the words "I'm here to help you", he rushed to the Phoenix King without stopping.

"You shouldn't come here!"

Eltharion's low warning quickly emerged after the fang sword pierced the back of a boy's head. The watcher standing in the mist was like the toughest guard, protecting the Phoenix King.

"My warlord, it's too late to say this... How long have we not fought together? Stop the endless military meetings in the royal court and have a long killing."

Issarion wanted to say a few more words, but finally compromised helplessly. He shook his head and looked at the fang sword and Carmen spear in his hand: "Maybe you should really revoke the position of warlord and let me be a warrior with peace of mind."

"That won't work. Without you, I will have to see a lot of ugly faces..."

The sound of combat boots stepping on the ground, along with the slow emergence of a golden spear, the despised Mortelius has been teleported to a safe area by Lao Mi.

The Phoenix King now longs for a fight side by side with his old friend.

"Then..." Issarion was silent for a while, then turned around suddenly, cut the head of the green-skinned boy wandering in the mist with the fang sword in his right hand, and stabbed another enemy's abdomen with the Carmen spear in his left hand, and the wings of the helmet of Iris fluttered in the wind.

"Come on then!" (End of this chapter)