Chapter 351: Imprisoned

All the thoughts turned into a sad smile. Humans might not be able to see the ill intentions in his smile, but every elf could find the sarcasm in his hypocritical facial expression:

"May you live long, Your Highness Pearl Litanel."

"You too, Lord Teclis of the White Tower, perhaps you don't need to face me in such a strange way."

Of course, Teclis knew that Pearl was his elder. The current ruler of the Forest of Laurentlauren had the bloodline of the Everqueen. Aenarion's first wife was the Everqueen, and they had countless children. Obviously, the honorable Prince Pearl was not Aenarion's son.

Because the only remaining son of Aenarion was wearing black armor.

Prince Pearl did not beat around the bush and asked directly: "You seem to be hostile to me? Why, child of Aenarion, I was not absent on purpose."

Teclis forgot that this was the nth accident he had encountered today. The elves were not direct in their communication. Teclis had thought that he would be like those ancient nobles, slowly using all kinds of small talk to reveal questions that could be solved with just one sentence.

Perhaps this was because he was nobler than those nobles.

Look, how much he looks like a god looking down on the world. A god looking down on the planet from high in the sky would not care about the ant colony that makes up the black spots.

He only needed to lower his head slightly to see the ants with tear marks on their faces at the dragon's feet. They looked frightened.

Teclis lowered his head in fear, just like a human who dared not even breathe next to a dragon.

"I have no intention of offending you, Your Highness Pearl. I did not know that looking directly at you was a sign of hostility."

The elf on the dragon's back was stunned for a moment. He shifted his gaze away from the elven wizard and looked carefully at the bumpy open space occupied by the dragon. Perhaps it was a human square.

Pearl laughed in silence, and the dragon, who was also observing the wizard, shook his head.

Such an interesting guy appeared among the descendants of Aenarion. He seemed to get along well with humans. Ordinary elves would not care about the offense suffered by humans.

"I apologize for my intrusion, Your Highness Teclis. Please forgive me for disturbing the peace of this city. I haven't been away from home for a long time."

It can be seen that Teclis did not push his luck further, but only signaled to the other party that the dragon was definitely not a creature that could stay next to a human settlement.

If the other party has the same temper as Prince Caledor, Teclis will come up with a backup plan. The Cold-Blooded Champion is not here, but there are still lizardmen who are good at reasoning in the Temple of Daha.

He did not ask where Enil's support was. It was obvious that there was only a dragon and an elf who could barely communicate.

Teclis had thought that Prince Pearl could still mobilize the army, but it seemed that his crown had already been taken away.

In any case, this is a help, and before the darkness comes, every help is extremely valuable.

The mighty fleet arrived at the Bay of Kislev, after which the Bretonnians would land in Ostland at the port of Norden and, accompanied by the Imperial Legion, would head along the border to the battlefield they claimed was designated by the gods.

No Imperial could understand the logic of these lunatics, and even if they encountered Norscan raiders along the way, they would not retreat.

Fortunately, the Norse barbarians, as always, had no tactical sense and only knew how to charge forward bloodthirstily and violently.

If an Imperial general had been in command of the Norse army that attacked at night, they would have been wiped out at the port in the Laurentlauren Forest.

The gods were fair. They gave the Norscans unparalleled physical fitness but deprived them of their wisdom.

No Imperial could imagine a Norscan chieftain who knew how to use tactics.

Egil Sterbjorn listened to the reports from the scouts and wizards and once again suppressed his desire to fight.

The dragon did not follow the imperial fleet, so the day of slaying the dragon had to be postponed.

The Southerners were about to set foot on the ground they thought was safe. The Imperial ports had always been heavily guarded, and a forced attack would only result in heavy casualties for the Skellins' warriors.

Sacrificing oneself for the Blood God is not something to be afraid of, no warrior would be afraid, but as a chief, Egil has to control the vitality of the tribe and not let it become too weak.

He was not a reckless man dominated by anger, he could even tolerate the power of wizards.

Of course, sooner or later he would inflict his anger on the sacrifice designated by the Blood God.

It will be soon, when the imperial people become complacent and careless.

Did the Norscans cease to be brave once they reached land? Clearly, the best warriors knew how to fight in all terrains.

With just a few feints, he could transfer his main force to the heartland of the Empire.

The fool who was instigated by the "Eternal Watch" fell into the trap. How could he know that the Blood God Khorne did not actually specify a sacrifice, and as long as he went to the destined place in Bretonnia and called on the Blood God's grace with killing, he could get the male offspring he dreamed of? The Mirror God unintentionally reminded him that the addition of a Khorne champion would make the situation even more chaotic. Kislev and the Empire were not chaotic enough.

The opportunity came when the equally incited greenskin warrior joined the conflict with his army.

The supreme Tzeentch had already revealed the fate. Hotar, who possessed destiny, was of course the final winner. He didn't even need to put in any effort to get the final victory.

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If the plan goes as planned.

Every ever-changing demon lord is proud of his own wisdom, and Sasoril, the Eternal Watcher, is well aware of this.

A fellow who falls onto the chessboard will be despised, but the contempt of the great demons is also an opportunity for Sasoril.

It can even use the power of the "chess player" to achieve its goals.

Look, Skarbrand is coming, and the exiled bloodthirsters are about to reach the Empire.

Will it keep chasing after a changeable demon king?

Humans are obviously more suitable mobile puppets for indulging the desire for killing, not to mention that there are strong enough warriors here to divert its attention.

Thasoril will be freed and receive the flame of Dahar, Tzeentch has brought down the revelation.

The Empire will fall apart, Kislev will be destroyed in an instant, and when the Overlord is about to succeed, it will be time for it to take the fruits of victory.

Everything is going as planned, and mortals haven't even discovered the one in the deepest part of Sylvania yet.

The encirclement around Sylvania was gradually closing. When the Grand Master of the Black Guards of Osterland led the remnants of the army to break out of the encirclement and showed the letter from the general of the Fifth Legion of Ostermark to the imperial generals on the northern front, everyone put aside their unrealistic worries.

No one cares about the undead's crazy advance in Ostermark, which is more like a dying counterattack of vampires.

They are finished, and the descendants of Sigmar are the final winners. All that is left is to advance steadily and completely eradicate the undead in Sylvania.

(End of this chapter)