Chapter 357 The Dead Chaos Believers Are the Best

The smoke-filled Skogi gradually fell under Caledor's offensive. They did not expect that a race like the Assur waiting to plunder would actually take the initiative to attack.

Instead of using this place as a transit point to attack Druchi in the north, which was more symbolic than practical, they actually invested a large amount of military power to launch an attack on the Norscan colony in Lustria.

The outer buildings and streets were occupied, leaving only the military fortress that was still resisting stubbornly.

Imric fell from the sky, and this time he was indeed used as a pendant for Lao Mi. The Skorgi people did not even have such a creature as a manticore. He even wanted to doze off while leaning on the dragon saddle. It was unimaginable that the horse How did the master allow these guys to survive in the Isthmus of Lustria?

Edgar, who was responsible for the cleaning work, came from the bushes. His face was slightly wrinkled when he took off his helmet, and his long blond hair was stained with gray. He served during the time of Imric's grandfather, even though the time span has already passed. Hundreds of years later, he is still willing to contribute to Caledor.

"Prince, all those who resisted and were seriously corrupted by Chaos have been executed. We are still counting the number of prisoners."

Edgar explained the situation and waited for the young man in front of him to decide his next move.

"Have people keep strict custody of these prisoners and tell them that Caledor came here as an invader. If you want to survive, it is best to cooperate with our actions, otherwise the heads falling on the ground will be the end. .”

Regarding the nature of this military operation, Imric has a clear idea, and does not want to use Asur's usual savior image to satisfy his sad vanity. If it is an order race, he may explain a few more words, Norscan Barbarian Forget it, those who are more rational can be used as labor force, but those who stubbornly resist and are severely corroded by chaos, it is best to send them to hell.

Edgar, who was holding his helmet, expressed his understanding, turned around and walked towards the rear. He didn't care about the fate of these Norscan barbarians, but as long as he dared to resist Caledor's power, he would die here.

Groups of men and horses passed by Imrik, and Bruni, who was chasing a fleeing chieftain, also came back. His armor and horses were covered with blood. He turned over and dismounted, and walked to the dragon lord.

"Prince, the perimeter has been cleared. Should we take over with the people in the fortress, or directly attack by force."

Generally speaking, as long as there is no unrelenting racial hatred, intelligent races will communicate with the defenders before a siege and persuade them to surrender. After all, a siege is a very painful thing, whether it is offensive or defensive.

But Imrik has no such idea. Most of the tactical objectives have been solved. What's next is just a military fortress. Even though the Norscans' thousands of years of colonial history have made this fortress extremely strong, there are still solutions.

As for how many people will die if this fortress is wiped out, Prince Long has not considered this matter at all. As long as one of his own does not die, it doesn't matter. He cannot commit a long-term siege for a small number of people.

"Let the mages prepare siege spells and the priests prepare the Vaal Hammer spell. This fortress needs to be demolished and rebuilt. I cannot tolerate such a crude military facility in Caledor."

Imric gave the death sentence to the people in this fortress without mercy. This kind of fortress may be a tough one in the eyes of others, but Caledor has the largest Vaal Church in Ulthuan, or in other words, It is the only orthodox Vaal church.

After more than a dozen rounds of Val hammers, even the city wall made of fine steel collapsed.

"Let Masno take care of things here, and I'll go see those Kislev boys."

"yes."

The Dragon Prince turned and left, and asked someone to fetch a war horse, and walked towards the Kislev mercenaries.

The Kislevites at the port were resting after the war. They performed well in this landing battle. They held on until the reinforcements from the rear arrived here, and then pressed forward with the elven masters, plus some seconded from Savre. The life mage who arrived kept the casualties at a very low level.

Sergeant Rascal is paying attention to the situation of each soldier. Once there is an injury that is difficult to treat with herbal medicine, such as a situation that requires amputation, he can only use a few words of Elvish to request those wearing green robes. The mage comes to heal his soldiers.

After all, this is written in military regulations. The Dragon Palace will try its best to ensure that the mercenaries receive adequate rescue after the war. Although Rascal was a little unconvinced at first, looking at the elven mages from other kingdoms, although they seemed unsympathetic Not willing, but still helping, I knew it was something that had been implemented.

"This must be the Dragon Prince's order, otherwise he would not listen to my request."

Raskol thought to himself for a moment that only the authority of the dragon lord could make these proud elves lower their status, fight with Mrs. Kisri, and provide treatment after the war.

This couldn't help but make him have a better impression of the dragon lord whom he had only met twice. At least Imrik kept his promise to take care of his soldiers.

"Centurion Raskol, you're doing well."

A voice interrupted the movements of Raskol, who was accompanying the mage to the location of the wounded. When he saw it was Imric, he immediately stood up and straightened his chest, put his shield on the ground, put his right hand on his chest, and then moved his hand forward. Straightening and shouting,

"Yes, thank you for your compliment, His Highness Prince Imric."

The sergeant was a little nervous. He didn't understand why Imrik was looking for him. After all, for the elf in front of him, this battle was nothing more than a warm-up. Why did he come here to praise him.

Imrik, on the other hand, had a slight smile on his face. This kid was a talent. Judging from Bruni's report, he had a high prestige among the mercenaries and was willing to actively cooperate with the implementation of Caledor's plans.

However, the red centurion helmet with sideburns on the head is a bit eye-catching. I don’t know who designed this decoration scheme. Isn’t it afraid of being sniped by the enemy?

"There is no need for this. Since you are now under my command, just call me Prince."

"Yes, Prince, Soldier Rascal is at your service."

Imric sighed secretly, well, he is another person who has been trained to be stupid. After all, during this period of time, Bruni's ideological education for them included absolute submission to the authority of the dragon lord.

But he didn't care too much about it. After all, cultivating him was just an idea. If he died on the battlefield, it could only be said that he was not strong enough. His current performance was not enough to devote too much attention.

So he blurted out the order, "I will give you a task now. Lead your soldiers to reconnoiter to the west and make a terrain map of the surrounding fifty kilometers."

Raskol did not hesitate. Topographic maps were part of the officer course. Although he did not understand why Imrik would let a novice like him do it instead of letting a specialized reconnaissance team be responsible for it, he still took it. Order.

After all, the principle of a mercenary is to get paid to do things, and not to ask about unnecessary matters.

"Yes, after a short rest, I will take the people and set off immediately."

Imric nodded and reminded the stupid officer again smoothly,

"By the way, if you encounter some lizardmen, you are not allowed to fight unless the other party is hostile. The rest will be as usual."

"yes."

Raskol gave a final salute and watched Imric leave.