Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 601 The Furious High King

"It's mainly funded by the elves. If the clan members knew that the various materials they obtained were exchanged for relics from the ancestors' treasury..."

In the end, Belega also became sluggish. No matter how you look at this matter, Caledor is actually taking the risk. If the Eight Peaks Mountain is not captured, all these supplies will be in vain.

Somewhat angry at these words, Thorgreen, who was still young and energetic, threw the ball of paper in Belega's hand.

"Look what this is. When the late king was still alive, he was already looking for a way out for the Angrond clan. Do you think Eternal Peak is acting as an intermediary in this matter? If Imric sends troops, in Longbeard All trophies captured in the battle must be returned to Caledor, including the Phoenix Crown!"

"If the Angrond clan can gain some strength, can the late king offer such conditions to the elves? The ancestral rune anvil has been sold, and now you are still thinking about your pitiful self-esteem. Your greatest shame is not how to regain it. There is no possibility of recovering Bafeng Mountain!"

Dwarves are all bad-tempered. As the High King, even though he was a bit better, he couldn't withstand the mischief of these two brothers.

Agrim hurriedly pulled Thorgreen to persuade him not to be so irritable, and his saliva flew into Belegar's face from two meters away. Although his temper was a little bit fierce, there was still room for redemption.

Belegar's face under the mask turned gloomy. These words that pointed to the pain points were the reverse of the Angland clan for thousands of years. The once most powerful kingdom has now become a downtrodden clan.

But what can be done? All the mountain fortresses have provided maximum support. The Angland clan still owes a bunch of interest-free debts, and the Draco Duraz clan where Thorgreen belongs is the biggest creditor. The Dragon Beard clan where Agrim was the one who broke up the fight was no less generous.

He pulled the wrinkled paper apart little by little, and when he looked at the vigorous and powerful imperial language on the paper, he felt more humiliated than ever before in his life.

If the Angrond clan is still half-dead, Caledor will choose to march alone, not caring about the so-called legal principles and claims. If the dwarves arrive quickly, they may be able to pick up an empty shell of the mountain fortress.

And if it comes as quickly as these 80 years, no one can guarantee what will happen.

"Imric!" Belegar kneaded the paper into a ball again. It was difficult to tell whether his thoughts were shame or anger.

But in the end, it is nothing compared to a feeling of powerlessness.

As a peacemaker, Agrim saw that these two people seemed a little angry, and from the perspective of a bystander, he began to persuade Belega to accept this condition.

"Actually, it's nice to have some pointed ears. Although Imrik has a bit of a bad mouth, he never breaks his promise."

"Are you saying that he really dares to attack the Eight Peaks Mountain and turn the Angland clan's home into an empty shell?!" Belle took a few deep breaths and tried his best to calm down.

He originally thought that what the High King was talking about before was just that Caledor exchanged resources for the dragon horn in the Eight Peaks Mountain, but he did not expect that these people did not think that the Angland clan could regain the Eight Peaks Mountain.

"At least Caledor is much stronger than the Angrond clan. Didn't you see that in the last great holy war? And the Dragon Horn is so important to him that he will never interfere with the expedition." The grumpy Thor Green wanted to use the Ax of Grimnir to chop Belegar several times. If Eternal Peak gave up the Angrond clan and concentrated on regaining the Northern World's Edge Mountains, the pressure would be much less.

However, due to the responsibility of the Lord of the Mountains and the long-cherished wish of the dwarf for thousands of years, he had no choice but to mention this matter in the near future.

Agrim rolled his eyes and began to use some of the elven accents he learned in Lustria to persuade him.
"Ahem, please listen to my advice first. This kind of matter cannot be decided by temper. As the Lord of the mountains, His Majesty the High King naturally wants to seek a brighter future for the dwarves, even if he will suffer hardships during this period. Some understanding, but still choose to bear it silently." "As the heir of the Angland clan, Belegar is the only two remaining descendants of King Loen, and he does not want to be disturbed by the sharp ears in the process of regaining the land of his ancestors. . Let’s think about it differently, what can the elves do in this matter, and what will we gain.”

These rather tactful words made Thorgrin a little surprised. He looked at Agrim with something wrong in his eyes. He thought he was just fighting rats and druzies in the new world, but it turned out that he had learned the Elf accent.

Although Belegar had some doubts about this, seeing that the person trying to stop the fight was a famous big demon, dragon demon, giant, troll, wyvern, manticore, Druzi, and the Demon Rat Council Butcher, he still chose Believe it once.

"You said."

"To talk about Caledo, first of all, the military strength is strong enough. Generally speaking, the organization of the Elf Kingdom is similar to that of the Mountain Kingdom. In wartime, it is composed of elite standing soldiers plus militiamen..."

"The important point is that there is no need to say something that is clear to both of us. The number of Etain Sea Guards is about [-], and there are also a small number of silver-helmeted knights as cavalry. There are three legions in total, and most of them belong to the navy." Suo said. Erglin used data to speak. Standing troops and militia were a common recruitment method for various races.

Dwarf warriors usually work as absentees and craftsmen. They are recruited by the lords to pick up axes and shields during wars. Most of the truly elite ones are the king's hammer warriors and bearded dwarf warriors.

Agrim was not angry after being interrupted. He felt that his temper was much better now than before. Maybe he had used up all the anger in his life in the new world.

"In general, Caledo is divided into three large military regions, the main body, Qingyan Port and Anaheim. Although I don't know the specific number of people, but according to the military region plan, there are at least 5000 people stationed in the mainland. To 1 soldiers, Qingyan Port will have fewer soldiers, but it will not be less than [-]. As for Anaheim, the number will be around [-]."

"This seems normal." Belegar did not believe that Caledor could go beyond common sense. There were [-] off-duty soldiers. Unless they were Chaos barbarians who were not engaged in production, it would be impossible to have such a huge army based on the size of the elves.

"But these are all armies under Imric's jurisdiction. As long as he gives an order, it can be sent to the legion commander without the need to jump to the next level. What I'm talking about does not include the navy."

Surprise or surprise, this made Belegar feel disappointed. Once upon a time, Bafeng Mountain was the main force in the battle of revenge, but as a result, there was such a big gap between the two sides.

Thinking of the elven soldiers he saw during the Great Holy War, the firm thoughts in his heart seemed to begin to waver.

"And Imric has no shortage of soldiers. Elves, humans, and lizardmen. Although the weapons made on the assembly line are inferior, they are enough to be used. There are many leading figures, and there are many who can fight. People like Damian, at least have Five or six.”

Although Agrim's tone was relaxed, it let the High King know that the effect had been achieved.

Belega clenched his hands. Assuming the minimum standard and a recruitment rate of one to three, Caledo could recruit 12 people.

Needless to say, the fighting abilities of the elves were well known to their old rivals. In the past thousand years, the Angland clan had only had 4000 or [-] troops to recapture the Eight Peaks Mountains.

His hand was clenched, loosened, and clenched again, repeated several times, as if he had finally made a decision in his heart.

"I will explain this matter to my eldest brother and try to make him understand."

(End of this chapter)