Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 357 The dead followers of chaos are the best
The smoky Skogi gradually fell under Caledor's offensive. They didn't expect that a race like Asur, who was waiting to be plundered, would take the initiative to attack.

Instead of using this place as a transit point to attack Druzzi northward with symbolic significance rather than practical significance, a large amount of military force was actually invested to launch an attack on the Norse colony in Lustria.

The surrounding buildings and streets were all occupied, leaving only the military fortress still stubbornly resisting.

Imrik fell from the sky, and this time it was indeed a pendant for Lao Mi. The Skogi didn't even have such a creature as a manticore, and they even wanted to doze off while leaning on the dragon saddle. How did the master allow these guys to live on the Lustrian Isthmus.

Edgar, who was in charge of cleaning up, came from the bushes, his face was slightly wrinkled after taking off his helmet, and his long golden hair was also stained with gray. He served in the time of Imrik's grandfather, even though the time span has already passed For hundreds of years, he is still willing to contribute to Caledon.

"Prince, all those who resisted and were severely corrupted by chaos have been executed, and we are still counting the number of prisoners."

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

"Let people keep these captives under strict supervision, and tell them that Caledon came here as an invader. If you want to survive, then it is best to cooperate with our actions, otherwise the head that falls on the ground will be the end .”

Regarding the nature of this military operation, Imrik thought very clearly, and he didn't want to use Azul's usual savior image to satisfy his pathetic vanity. If it was a race of order, he might explain a few more words, Norscan savage Forget it, those who are more sensible can be used as labor force, and those who are stubbornly resistant and corrupted by chaos, it is best to send them to hell.

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

Teams of people passed by Imrik, and Bruni, who chased and killed a fleeing chieftain, also rushed back. His armor and horses were covered with blood. He got off his horse and walked to the dragon lord.
"Prince, the perimeter has been cleared. Should we hand over the people in the fortress, or directly attack."

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

But Imrik didn't have this idea. Most of the tactical goals had been resolved, and the next thing was just a military fortress. Even though the Norscans' thousands of years of colonial history made this fortress extremely strong, it was not without a solution.

As for how many people will die if the fortress is erased, Prince Long has never considered this matter at all. As long as it is not his own death, it doesn't matter. It is not worthwhile to carry out a long-term siege for some population.

"Let the mage prepare the siege spell, and the priest prepare the Vaal hammer spell. This fortress needs to be demolished and rebuilt. I can't tolerate such a crude military facility in Caledor."

For the people in this fortress, Imrik has mercilessly issued a death sentence. This kind of fortress may be a tough bone 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 Vaal's hammer came down, more than half of the city wall built of fine steel would collapse.

"Let Masno handle the matter here, and I'll go see those Kislev boys."

"Yes."

Prince Long turned around and left, and asked someone to lead a war horse, and walked towards Kislev's mercenaries.

Mrs. Kisley at the port is resting after the war. They performed well in this landing battle. The reinforcements who held on to the rear arrived here, and then pressed forward with the elves, plus some borrowed from Saffrey. The coming life-type mages kept the casualties extremely low.

Non-commissioned officer Laskoll is paying attention to the situation of each soldier. Once there is an injury that is difficult to treat with herbs, such as a situation that requires amputation, he can only use a few words of Elvish to ask those who wear green robes The mage came to heal his soldiers.

After all, this is written in the military regulations. The Dragon Palace will try its best to ensure that the mercenaries will be fully rescued after the war. Although Laskol didn't believe it at first, but the elf mages from other kingdoms seemed ruthless I don't want to, but I still help, and I know it is already a matter of implementation.

"This must be the order of Prince Long, otherwise he would not obey my request."

Raskol thought to himself for a moment, only the authority of the dragon lord could make these proud elves put down, fight with Madam Kisley, and provide treatment after the battle.

This involuntarily made him feel a little more fond of the dragon lord whom he had only met twice. At least Imrik still kept his promise in taking care of his soldiers.

"Centurion Raskol, your performance is not bad."

A voice interrupted Laskel, who was accompanying the mage to the location of the wounded. When he saw Imric, he immediately stomped his feet and raised his chest. He stood behind the shield on the ground, put his right hand on his chest, and then moved his hand forward. straightened, shouted,

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

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

On the other hand, Imrik smiled a little. This kid is a talent. Judging from Bruni's report, he has a high prestige among the mercenaries, and he is willing to actively cooperate with the implementation of some of Caledon's plans.

However, the red horse-haired centurion helmet on the top of the head is a bit eye-catching. I don’t know who designed this decoration scheme, so I’m not afraid of being attacked by the enemy.

"No need to do that, since you are now under my command, just call me Prince."

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

Imrik 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 has included the absolute obedience 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 performance is not enough to pay too much attention now.

So he blurted out the order, "I will give you a task now, lead your soldiers to reconnaissance to the west, and make a topographic map of the surrounding [-] kilometers."

Raskol didn't hesitate. Topographic maps are part of the officer's course. Although he didn't understand why Imric would let a novice like himself do it instead of letting a special scouting team take care of it, he still took it. Order.

After all, the principle of mercenaries is to use money to do things, and they will not ask about unnecessary things.

"Yes, after a short rest, I will take people out immediately."

Imrik nodded, and casually reminded the hairy officer,

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

"Yes."

Raskol saluted one last time and watched Imrik leave.

(End of this chapter)