Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 427 The Omen of the Decisive Battle

"So, the Rats are ready to fight us?"

Imrik on the stone chair listened to Davian's magical communication, and was quite curious to confirm again.

"If my guess is correct, the time for the decisive battle is in these few days."

Tapping the table with his finger, Imrik thought about it for a while. Although this may lack the two important combat forces of Ku Ga and Gorok, as well as the Lizardman Army led by the two, it seems that there is nothing to worry about.

Instead, continue to reply to Davian, "I see, continue your actions, and I will let Asanil and the three come to support you."

"Yes."

"Prince, do you want the whole army to prepare for battle immediately?" Edgar also finished chatting with Edteris and looked at Imrik.

This may be his last battle in a short period of time, and he will return to Caledo for a period of time to retire, and he must play a good record anyway.

But Imrik just shook his head and continued, "There's no need to do that, it's fine according to the first-level alert status. I'm just wondering what chance these ratmen have."

"An undoubted crushing scene, whether it is from the high-end combat power or the soldiers at the grassroots level, it is the same. After losing the most important weapon of the plague, the so-called Pestilen clan is nothing more than a group of soldiers. Slaughtering bedbugs."

"What do you mean?" Edgar was a little confused. You must know that the former Dragon Prince would carefully consider the various possibilities between the enemy and us. Even when he went out together as the Dragon Prince, he would also put forward some tactical opinions.

How to put it now, it seems to be a wave of tactics of the dragon cavalry.

Although Imrik really wanted to kill all the rats with a face-to-face attack, but out of consideration for his status as a ruler, he always wanted to minimize casualties, otherwise it would be a loss if he won.

"Abandon the tactical positions of the Sun Legion and the Guardian Legion, and start a decisive battle against the Ratmen directly after Agthel comes to the Sky City."

Although this is a bit inconsistent with the previous tactical plan, Edgar also has this kind of psychological plan. The worst expectation before is that the [-] Caledonian soldiers in the city of the sky will defeat the Rats, although now there is one less Sun Legion With the Guardian Legion, but as long as Agthel leads the army to converge, it seems to be acceptable.

Compared with Edgar's cautious attitude towards this war, Imrik is much more relaxed. The main reason is that in terms of high-end combat power, the difference between the two sides is too great. Among the rats, Quick, the black orc, was just a piece of trash crushed to death by the mustache possessed by the metal wind.

Although I don't have a clear concept of my current strength, it is much stronger than in the Great Jihad. At least when I meet the No.12 Eternal God Chosen, I won't be unable to open the situation in a short time like before.

Killing a plague lord Negrich is probably the same as killing a chicken.

As for the number the Ratmen are most proud of, it can only be said that in front of a group of war butchers who don't know what fatigue is, they hope that they can let the flame knights who are the royal guards have a good time killing them.

Not to mention, I am very interested in the ancient sacred tablet of Davian rubbings, and I have been looking for related sacrifices during this time. It only takes a suitable time, and perhaps the most terrifying lizardman can be killed. The war messenger summoned.

Feeling that he had finished his work all day, Imrik looked at the sky and felt that it was getting late and he should go to other places. Killing mice during this period made him feel much better.

His eyes pointed to the old man Edgar, he raised the quill in his hand and tapped on the table a few times, stood up, stretched, and pushed the door away.

Seeing this situation, Edgar sighed helplessly, picked up the stack of documents from the stone desk under the eyes of others, and walked back to his original position, intending to handle some tedious military affairs for the dragon lord.

After all, the logistics report had to be read by the dragon lord, and the current prince was much lazier than before, so he could only be handled by the most experienced dragon prince present.

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness."

Along the way, from time to time, some people bowed their heads to salute Imrik, and in response to this humble attitude, the respected prince said a few words of encouragement, saying that you will work hard and you will be the next nobleman.

As for this kind of behavior of painting big cakes, everyone expressed their happiness, and they all seemed more energetic when walking. They only hope that Imrik can personally wear the Fire Dragon Medal for him next time at the Father of Dragon Square.

Imrik led Creon and Elvis towards the place where the lizard people gathered. The communication between the two races had already made a good start, but the necessary distance still had to be maintained.

After all, those monitor lizards blessed by Sotek are much more irritable than their compatriots. As long as there are no scales on their bodies, the first reaction may be to donate blood to Sotek with the obsidian sledgehammer in their hands.

The lizardmen warriors standing on both sides of the street bowed their heads as Imrik passed by, paying homage with words of praise only they could understand.

As one of the few people in the camp who had nothing to do, Imrik saw a somewhat familiar figure from the back, wearing the plate and chain armor unique to Patunuin's Claw, and specially rendered in memory of the shining star dragon. Purple blue helmet.

Seeing Oliveira squatting around a deep pit, Imrik couldn't help being a little curious, walked up behind him, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Imrik's voice was a little hoarse compared to a few years ago, and it was no longer as sharp as before. This made Oliveira unable to react for a while, but thought that there was also a custom of boring people coming here to see the lizardmen.

So without looking back, he said, "It's a very interesting ceremony. Although this ceremony is somewhat primitive and ugly, the meaning contained in it may be very deep."

"Be specific."

"It's a bit abstract to say. I still have military affairs to deal with. Come to me at night and I'll explain it to you."

As the captain of the army directly under the prince, and the first batch of civilians who obtained the status of nobility, Oliveira spoke a little arrogantly.

Anyway, he was sure that the Dragon Prince would not come to see the lizardmen's barbaric ceremony. After all, it was already troublesome to praise the father of the dragon every day, and he had to pray to Val and Edreze when he had time, so he definitely didn't have time to come and see Sotek.

"Ahem!" Elvis deliberately coughed twice, signaling Oliveira to turn around and watch.

"Don't make noise, this is quite a sacred ceremony." Oliveira continued to stare at the movement in the pit, not caring at all who had lung problems behind him.

After seeing that Elvis' gesture was useless, Creon, who was the royal guard, raised his battle hammer and said in line with the sound of the hammer handle, "Pay attention to your identity Oliveira, the one standing behind you, But His Highness Prince Imrik, rightful ruler of Caledor."

Oliveira's body became a little stiff, and she stopped watching the action in the deep pit, and turned her head slowly. When she found that it was really the queen, she showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and greeted,

"His Royal Highness, I really didn't expect to meet you here. This must be the arrangement of the father of dragons."

(End of this chapter)