Chapter 1310 Something's Happening, I'll Leave First

"What should we do? Let's kill him together?"

Agrim's face was solemn, just like the skin of the Big Belly King suddenly turned black. After the Butcher King calmed down a little, he suddenly realized that it might be difficult to kill Gollum quickly by himself.

It would be best to have a helper. Of course... if there were more, the brave dwarves would not mind. If they were to argue with the greenskins, it would be a betrayal of their dead compatriots.

Imrik's face was not relaxed. He watched as the Big Belly King ate the strange piece of meat, and a majestic will seemed to descend on the battlefield.

Cunning and fierce, fierce and cunning...

What the hell?

The Phoenix King responded to the Butcher casually, and his attention was completely focused on the distance where the collective consciousness seemed to converge...

"I have something else to do, so I'll go first... Atila and Issarion will help you get rid of Gollum."

"What?" Agrim looked unbelievable, turned his head and looked at the Phoenix King who had put his sword back into the sheath. You suddenly ran away in the middle of the fight, is it so deceptive?

Maybe he really has something wrong... Fuck that, I'll kill Gollum first, and then kill the pointed ears that are pitting the dwarves!

Acting faster than thinking, this is Agrim's way, and it is also the impression of Atila on him. When passing by Imrik, the princess saw her husband's solemn face and his steps away from the center of the battlefield, and just nodded slightly to indicate that there was no need to worry, and to do your own thing.

His wife's behavior naturally comforted Imrik a little. He ignored the chaotic battle situation and gently hugged Atila's body in the bloody fighting place, saying with a mysterious look on his face.

"Maybe after this is over, we can take a long-awaited short trip?"

"That's going to have to wait until you've dealt with the summit." Atila rolled her eyes at her husband, then gently wiped the blood off the familiar face, and said softly: "Go, do what you should do... But don't forget, there are family members waiting for you in Ulthuan.

They can't lose their father and grandfather, and neither can I..."

"Atila, hurry up, go back to Ulthuan, no one will urge you to say some love words, but everyone is in a hurry now." Isharion's emotional intelligence has never been very high. As long as it interferes with the normal operation of things, he will definitely interrupt.

"Warlord, I will suggest that you reflect on it later. Why do so many people report that you are unkind!"

Atila's gnashing of teeth finally ended with the separation of the couple, and she and Isharion helped Agrim...

But even with the help of two elves, Agrim would find it difficult to decide the winner. The already exhausted Butcher King, after a whole day of fighting, has become extremely tired physically and mentally.

Dwarves are fought, but it does not mean that after thousands of tempers, they will only become hard. Another result is that they will become more brittle.

The battle here will last for a long time, but the battles in other places have never stopped. Carol, the Flame Knight who is in charge of the guards on behalf of the Phoenix King, saw a phantom and ethereal red figure flashing before his eyes.

The figure ruthlessly took the life of a greenskin, only glanced at the Flame Knight, and continued to raise the lance under his armpit and continued to kill with the equally illusory blood brothers.

"Is that my ancestor... Kashir?"

Carol was shocked to the extreme, and for a moment he almost forgot where he was, staring blankly at the figure that gradually disappeared in the tide of greenskins.

"Don't be dazed! Even if your ancestors were here, you have to kill greenskins honestly!"

The roar of his colleagues only made Carol feel an inexplicable sadness... and joy.

Seeing the appearance of the dead heroes must not be a happy thing, but if they reappear in the name of Asuryan, it is sacred and inviolable.

Besides, that was his blood ancestor, the Dragon Prince, who was famous for his handsomeness and loyalty in history. How could he live up to his glorious past?

Carol raised the flag with great determination to prove that he had never lived up to the expectations of his ancestors. He must prove in this battle what it means to be a servant of the Dragon Lord.

"Where is Kulan?"

"There is still a distance. A goblin warband suddenly appeared in the middle. The Black Guard is trying its best to cooperate with the Wild Cavalry to encircle and suppress them."

How long is a distance? Carol didn't dare to think deeply... He had an impulsive idea to follow the steps of the monarch, put aside those cumbersome tactics, and just move forward.

The Phoenix flag suppressed the restless heart of the Flame Knight, and the cold light reflected on the raised arm. In front of Asuryan, no one will be affected by emotions, and rational and absolute will will dominate the world.

"Fight where you are and wait for the team behind you!"

Carol gave an order, forcibly holding back the Flame Knight's heart that longed for victory. Perhaps a round of fighting would make the Caledor Royal Guard famous all over the world, but victory was never determined by the amount of honor.

If the guard suffered heavy losses, it would inevitably be criticized.

...

"Where are the elves?"

Espeth stroked the staff that had been with him for a long time. This item, born in the land of death, was very mysterious. It was brought by the Crimson Dragon from the other side of the World Edge Mountains...

The staff with dragon bones as the handle gathered the powerful aura that was difficult to dissipate after the death of the dragon. The obsidian on the top from Nehekhara could make the Amethyst Archmage's spells even more powerful.

"They have fought their way out... It seems that they are preparing to support the High King and allow the dwarves to move freely."

"It's really a choice that suits their habits." Espeth was naturally willing to believe that the elves trusted the dwarves more than the empire.

The relationship between the elves and the Empire is good, but they rarely experience large-scale battles together. The few Chaos invasions were only supported by the elves, and the final results were also very gratifying. The Yankees were a little overly dependent on the support of the elves.

But the Wisen Territory is different. The Elector Countess, who owns the most powerful industrial base in the Empire, has the most powerful war machine... not inferior to the powerful army of Rick Territory.

"Let Kurt wait a little longer, the Pious Legion is ready to enter."

The attendant looked embarrassed: "Grand Master, Marshal Kurt's order is very urgent... The people of Rick Territory urgently need to see the emperor."

"But the people of Wisen Territory are also eager for victory and Sigmar's favor."

With a wave of his hand, Elspeth quickly disappeared from the spot. The scarlet dragon, who had been waiting for a long time, exuded the immortal breath of death and came to the sky belonging to the Empire.

The cold face of the Purple Crystal Grand Master was as deep and unyielding as death. The voice amplified by magic fully explained what the confidence of Wisen Territory was.

"In the name of Warhammer, for Sigmar and the Empire, the sons of Magnus march!"

The ragged whippers gathered around the three Conquerors with unpredictable movements, forming a coordinated infantry and tank formation.

These human cannon fodder will serve as a cover for the truly elite armored troops in the rear, achieving the sacrifice they desire... I just hope that a few bullets will not fall on the back of the fanatics' heads. (End of this chapter)