Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 599 Bafeng Mountain is on the agenda
Agris wiped the sweat from his eyes, and was speechless as he looked at his fists covered with minced meat and blood in his blurred vision.

He had just used these unprotected fists to beat a giant to death alive, smashing the skull full of weird depressions into pieces.

What should have been an extremely glorious thing turned out to be extremely helpless. His target was the orc general, not this abnormally grown giant.

Feeling unlucky, Agris kicked the giant's temple hard with his iron boot, causing the whole corpse lying on the ground to shake.

"Haha, that guy was really weak. He died within a few blows." Damian, who chopped the orc war general into pieces, walked back to the battle line. He didn't need to deal with cleaning up the battlefield.

Kill or bury, this is the way barbarians are best at fighting.

Seeing that Agrim seemed to have some complaints in his eyes, he scratched the back of his head and said, "Did I steal your prey? I'm so sorry, haha."

Speechless to his companions, Agrim could only choose to call on the butchers who were traveling with him to straighten their condition. This attack on Gangbad Peak was a joint operation, led by Eternal Peak, plus Butcher's Castle and Torrent Pass.

If you had a choice, you would naturally want to worry about more allies, but there were only three mountain fortresses capable of going out in the Northern World Edge Mountains, so you could only choose to use your strengths to do things.

The Butcher of Kaderin covers the flanks, the Hammer Guards of Eternal Peak sit on the center line, and the Fierce Off War Machine provides long-range firepower. At least in these aspects, the three mountain fortresses can still maintain their respective strengths.

The Royal Guards of the Eternal Hammer withdrew from the front line carrying the Throne of Power. The High King on it was already covered in blood, and the Ax of Grimnir in his hand was as sharp as ever.

The High King of the Dwarves has never been a leader who sits in command. The subtle scratches and grooves on the throne of power are the traces of the ancestors' battles with dragons, big demons, and greenskins.

The serious Thorgrin smiled slightly when he saw the two acquaintances teasing each other. He never thought that Imric would be willing to give such a powerful combat force into his hands.

Brave, simple, tenacious, good at wine...a series of qualities that dwarves appreciate can be found in Damian. The only pity is that he is actually a subject of the dragon's court.

"Damian did a great job in killing Gorkia Iron Knife, and gave the best beer to the warrior."

The barbarian took the beer from the Hammer of Eternity guard without any pressure and started celebrating on the battlefield happily.

If you think too much when you are drinking wine, it will be a waste of time.

The barbarian's heartlessness made the High King secretly shake his head. At first, he thought Damian was similar to Agrim, sent as a spy for Imric, but after careful observation, he found that he didn't even seem to be interested in inquiring about the news. nothing.

Cleaning up the battlefield is always a troublesome thing. The dwarves who have fought countless fierce battles with the greenskins know the stakes well. The road leading to the underground mine of Gunbard Peak has been sprayed with flames and asphalt in the hands of the masters of Riptide Pass engineering. Again, leaving no trace of potential spores untouched.

A long time ago, the dwarves continued their previous war ideas. After repelling the greenskins in the tunnel battle, they retreated to the mountain fortress. As a result, goblin boys grew up in some corners, which had a serious impact on logistics.

They won't make this mistake, even if the awakening time is a bit too long.

"Agrim, Agrim, there's something for you."

Agrim, who was rectifying the butcher army, was stunned and took the leather bag from the logistics officer. It was light and the rope was not tied in the dwarf style.

Feeling a little strange, I asked, "Who gave it to me?"

"Asakri of the Snosk clan, after he reported to the Butcher King, he asked me to hand this thing over to you."

Agrim nodded to indicate that he understood, and asked the logistics officer to do other things. He opened the lace and took a look and found three letters.

He picked them up and looked at them one by one. First there was the one with his name, then Damian, and finally a blank envelope.I tore open the envelope and found a note written by Imric, which probably meant that Sklarzak had taken it away. He had solved a problem for the dwarves. If you wanted to express your gratitude, it would be best to send some oath money to show your sincerity.

They were mostly useless words, simply explaining what was done in the World's Edge Mountains.

As for the other two letters, there are no clues.

Agrim held the two letters, shook them in his hands and asked Damian, "Here are two letters from Imric, but one of them is unsigned. Do you know what's going on?"

"According to Caledor, you are just a soldier, and these troublesome matters are left to the prince to handle." Damian's words were profound, pointing directly at the High King as the commander-in-chief.

Agrim thought so. It seemed that only Thorgrin among the dwarves on this expedition asked Imric to send a letter specifically.

In order to ensure that this thing was indeed delivered to the hands of the High King, he walked slowly towards the rear with the big ax on his shoulder. By chance, when he saw the two brothers Belegar who were leading the army, he nodded slightly.

The High King was listening to the casualty report, and there were many Eternal Hammers surrounding him. Agrim used his flesh and blood to force his way through the meteorite plate armor, barely managing to avoid knocking down anyone under his control.

Among the existing dwarves, there is no one stronger than him. At least in Agrim's impression, even the dwarf king with the title of Dragon Slayer is inferior to him in strength.

The Hammer of Eternity complained that the Prince of Butcher's Keep was too arrogant, and the High King heard clearly.

Thorgreen stopped to listen to the report. Knowing that Agrim probably had something to say, he signaled to him who had already arrived behind him not to worry and to find a place to talk.

Handing Thorgreen the envelope, Agrim originally wanted to leave, but was immediately left behind.

"Don't leave in a hurry. You are now an expert in elfology and I need to hear your opinion."

Agrim's body twisted a little unnaturally after being teased, and his tattooed muscles looked extremely imposing, but his most tenacious actions would only turn into humble words.

"Yes."

Thorgreen opened the envelope. Although there was no mark on it, the smell of sulfur that floated into his nose already told its origin.

He read the message written in Imperial language word by word, and his originally gentle expression became more and more embarrassed, until his pulsing beard finally couldn't help it, and his thick hands firmly grasped the rough yellow paper.

"Damn pointy ears, I knew he was up to no good."

"What did he say?" Agrim was not surprised by this reaction. As an elf, it is normal to curse a few words before communicating.

When I first started dealing with the elves, the fight started for three days and two days, and there was no end to it.

The High King glanced at Warslayer and began to wonder whether he should let him know about the reconquest of Eight Peaks.

The agreement between the late King Erickson and Imric was known to a few people. It was apparently intended to repair the relationship between the two races and avoid conflicts to deal with the growing destructive forces.

He hesitated again and again, thinking that it was better to let Agrim know about this matter. The Prince of Butcherburg was not a staunch die-hard. In a sense, he might have become a pro-elf force among the dwarves, capable of limited cooperation.

"Eight Peaks Mountain, Imric forced me to implement this plan as soon as possible. If there is still no accurate answer before the [-]th year of the Imperial Calendar, he will organize an expeditionary force to attack the bad land alone."

(End of this chapter)