Chapter 418 Unknown Decoration

Raskol left the residence of the Dragon Prince with joy and a trace of inexplicable fear rising from the bottom of his heart.

The sergeant did not believe that a leader of the kingdom with few connections would go out of his way to meet him. The so-called high-level education was probably just an excuse. What he really wanted was not to start with himself and let Mrs. Kislev go to Tal... Further studies at Kaled College.

But what does it matter? Even if the Dragon Prince has other purposes, he needs all of this. If he doesn't dare to take any risks, he can only become a waste praying to the gods to change his destiny.

Rascal is not such a person. After all, he prefers to use actions to prove everything rather than pray.

After Sergeant Kislev retreated, Imrik continued to stay in place with his arms crossed, thinking about what to do next.

If Lustria's operation goes smoothly, there are two places to deal with.

First, he went north to join the Shadow King and the Watchers, and used the prestige he gained in the Battle of Fennuvar Plains and the support of Alarielle to gather an unprecedented expeditionary force in Ulthuan to launch an expedition against Naggaroth.

Eliminate the racial threat once and for all.

The second is to go to the old world. Thorgreen has made an oath before to clear all the records in the Book of Hatred. As the Supreme King, he has already assumed the name of the bearer of hatred.

The most eye-catching chapter in the Book of Great Hatred is Karak Eight Peaks.

However, Mustache has not sent any message to him yet. It is estimated that the Angland clan is still planning to recover alone.

As for which choice to make, Imric does not intend to decide immediately. It will depend on how things develop next and whether the war with the Skaven can be successfully ended.

Before that, all we have to do is wait for the decisive battle to begin.

The Dragon Prince tapped his arm for a moment, planning to go out and practice his skills. He had not had any substantial battles in the past few years, so self-cultivation may have become the norm.

So he walked out of the room and ordered Creon, who was still standing guard, to

"Calling the Flame Knights, I need a warm-up before the battle."

Creon was a little stunned, but immediately became excited. This was the first official battle between the prince and the Flame Knight. Everyone must know that the huge resources invested by the palace were not in vain!

"yes."

The flameborn knight walked down the stairs carrying the lapis lazuli pole hammer, intending to let his comrades fight with the dragon lord.

Imrik, on the other hand, walked straight out of the house and found Mortellius.

He gently patted this elf war horse that had been with him for many years, and said with emotion,

"You can't wait any longer. It's been too long since the two of us have fought together on the battlefield."

In response, Morterius nudged Imrik's head with his pure white head, and then stretched out his tongue to lick his master's cheek.

"Prince, do you want to put on horse armor for Mortellius?"

An attendant came from the side. As the prince's mount, although Mortellius did not enjoy the same extraordinary status as Minas Nir, he still needed a dedicated groom to serve him.

This is a rather honorable thing, otherwise Chief Morris would not keep paying tribute to Minas Nir.

"Well, put it on."

After Mortellius put on the white dragon-shaped horse armor, the flame knights riding war horses also gathered here. Although they were positioned as heavy infantry assault troops, as a member of the Dragon Prince, they would not In terms of riding skills, he is inferior by half.

In order to match the thick armor of the Flameborn knights, these war horses are all the strongest among the tribe. Even if they collide with their bodies, they can break the bones and tendons of many ratmen.

After riding on Mortellius, Imric took over the Star Lance and looked at the sixty Flame Knights in front of him who looked like heavily armored tanks, and couldn't help but nod secretly.

The weapons and armor of all the members are all elite-level warriors. Even with Caledor's previous background, it was unimaginable, but now they are still made.

Give yourself some more time to expand the number of flame knights to 300, and even dare to break into the Platinum Flame Temple with them.

Imrik didn't care as to why he took the Platinum Flame Temple as an example, or maybe it had become a potential enemy and he had to be prepared.

Raise the lance of the star and issue the first war order against the Flame Knight,

"I have a task that you need to complete together."

The flameborn knight remained motionless, his eyes under his helmet full of desire. He only needed a word from the prince to dare to break into even the rat's base camp.

"Find the gathering point of the Skaven and kill them all."

"Set off!"

Imrik swung the reins, and Mortellius immediately started running, followed closely by the Flameborn knight's running.

A golden torrent appeared from the city and ran straight towards the jungle.

As they passed along the way, Masnot, who was communicating with Davian, looked curiously at the prince leading these elite soldiers. It seemed that this was not part of the wartime arrangements, so why did he bring so many people out.

And as a prince, it was impossible to conduct reconnaissance in person, so he asked Davian,

"Why did the prince run out with people in the middle of the night? It seems that he is not a little angry. There must be another queen staying in the jungle, waiting to be rescued."

Davian was not surprised. He stopped to observe the movements of the Ancient Saint Slate in his hand, looked up at the team that had already run out, and said smoothly, "What else can this do? The prince has not made any move in the past few years. You must be itching to kill some rats, don’t think too much, unless the Plague Lord comes with a group of Disaster Lords for a sneak attack, you won’t be in danger.”

Masnow nodded in agreement. Most of the rats nearby had run away. At most, they encountered some reconnaissance teams and deserters. Even if they did encounter the Plague Lord, there were more than 20 dragons in the city, and they would soon be gone. If support can arrive at the scene, they can be killed on the spot, which saves a lot of trouble.

Then he continued, "How about it, do you see anything?"

Davian frowned as he looked at the plaque. He had learned some Lizardman language from the Skink Priest in the past few years, especially about part of the ancient holy text. It can be said that most plaques can be understood quickly, but This plaque is indeed somewhat obscure.

"The spirits in the jungle will appear under the instructions of the ancient saint..." Davian began to translate the above paragraph. As a result, he was a little confused about the descriptive meaning of this paragraph than the actual meaning. He could only summarize it, "Positive It seems to be talking about an ancient lizard man who will appear in the jungle when needed. It seems to be called Nakai? If translated in Elvish, the name of this lizard man is only one syllable different from the great demon Nakari of Slaanesh. .”

"What about the back?" Masnow continued to ask. This plaque was taken back from a plague priest before, and it seemed to be quite precious.

The Champion Warrior plans to first figure out what this thing means, use it as relevant research information, and then return it to the lizard people.