Chapter 418 Unknown Decoration

Author: War Pig Dayu Lao

Chapter 418 Unknown Decoration

Rascal left the residence of the Dragon Prince with joy and a trace of inexplicable fear rising from the bottom of his heart.

The sergeant did not believe that a leader of the kingdom with little contact would go out of his way to meet him. The so-called high-level education was probably no excuse. What he really wanted was not to start with himself and let Mrs. Kislev go to Tar.

·Advanced studies at Kaled College.

But what does it matter? Even if the Dragon Prince has other purposes, none of them are what he needs. If he doesn't dare to take any risks, he can become a waste who prays to the gods to change his destiny.

And Rascal is not that kind of person. After all, he prefers to prove everything with actions rather than praying.

After the Kislev sergeant retreated to the east, Imrik continued to stay where he was with his arms crossed, thinking about what to do when the east came.

If Lustria's operation goes smoothly, then there are two places to deal with it.

First, Beibei joined forces with the Shadow King and the Watchers. He used the prestige he gained in the Battle of Fennuvar Plains and Alarielle's support to gather an unprecedented expeditionary force in Ulthuan to launch an expedition against Nagaros.

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Eliminate the racial threat once and for all.

The second question is whether to go to the old world. Thorgreen has already made an oath to clear all the records in the Book of Hatred. As the High King, he has already assumed the name of the bearer of hatred.

The most eye-catching chapter in the Book of Great Hatred is Karak Eight Peaks.

There is currently no news from Bu Nao Mustache. It is estimated that the Angland clan is planning to recover alone.

As for what choice to make, Imric is not ready to decide immediately. He needs to wait and see how things develop in the east and whether the war with the Skaven can be successfully ended.

Before that, you need to wait for the decisive battle to begin.

The Dragon Prince tapped his legs and arms for a moment, planning to go out to practice his legs. He had not had any substantial battles in the past few years, so self-cultivation may have become the norm.

He walked out of the room and ordered Creon, who was standing guard, to

"Calling the Flameborn Knight, he needs a warm-up before the battle."

Creon was a little stunned, but immediately became excited. In the first official battle between the prince and the Flame Knight, he must let everyone know that the huge resources invested by the palace have no red fees!

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The Flameborn knight walked up the east staircase carrying the lapis lazuli pole hammer, intending to let his comrades fight with the dragon lord.

Imrik, on the other hand, walked straight out of the house and found Mortellius.

He gently patted the elf war horse that had been with him for many years, and said with emotion,

"I can't wait any longer. It's been too long since the two of them fought together on the battlefield."

In response, Mortellius nudged Imric's head with his pure red head, and then stretched out his tongue to lick his master's cheek.

"Prince, would you please exchange the horse armor for Mortellius?"

An attendant came from the side. As the prince's horseman, although Mortellius did not enjoy the same extraordinary status as Minas Nir, he still needed a dedicated groom to serve him.

Isn't that a very honorable thing, otherwise Director Morris would not keep supplying Minas Nir at all times.

"Well, let's change it."

After Mortellius changed into the red dragon-shaped horse armor, the flame knights riding war horses also gathered here. Although they were not positioned as heavy infantry assault troops, as a member of the Dragon Prince, they would not

In terms of riding skills, he is inferior by half a point.

As for whether they match the thick armor of the Flameborn Knights, those war horses are all the strongest among the group. Even if they just rely on their bodies to collide, they can break the bones and tendons of many ratmen.

Riding behind Mortellius, Imric took the Star Lance and looked at the sixty Flame Knights in front of him who looked like heavily armored tanks, and couldn't help but nod secretly.

All their weapons and armors are of the highest level of warriors. Even with Caledor's background, it was unimaginable before, but now they can do it.

Give yourself some more time to expand the number of Flame Knights to 300, and then you will dare to break into the Red and Gold Flame Temple with them.

Wrong took the Red Gold Flame Temple as an example. Imric didn't care. The Wanderer said that it had become a potential enemy and he had to be prepared.

Raise the lance of the star, the first war command of the Knight of the Flame Knight,

"He has a mission that we need to complete together."

The flameborn knight remained motionless, and the helmeted man's eyes were filled with longing. He only needed a word from the prince, even if he didn't dare to break into the rat race's base camp.

"Find the gathering point of the Skaven and kill them all."

"Set off!"

Imrik swung the reins, and Mortellius immediately started running, followed closely by the Flameborn Knight's mad dash.

A golden torrent appeared from the city and ran straight towards the jungle.

While passing by along the way, Masnot, who was communicating with Davian, looked at the prince with those elite soldiers curiously. It seemed that there was no such part in the wartime arrangements, so why did he take so many people out.

Moreover, as a prince, he cannot conduct reconnaissance in person. Do you want to ask Davian?

"Why did the prince run out with someone in the middle of the night? It seems that he was very angry. There must be another queen staying in the jungle, waiting to be rescued."

Davian was surprised. He paused to observe the movements of the ancient holy stone in his legs. He looked up at the team that had already run out and said smoothly, "That's very serious. The prince hasn't had sex with anyone in the past few years."

Yes, you must have itchy legs and want to kill some rats. Don’t think too much. Unless the plague lord comes with a group of leaping lords for a sneak attack, you will not be in danger."

Masnow nodded in agreement. Most of the rats nearby had run away. At most, they would encounter some reconnaissance teams and deserters. Even if they did encounter the Plague Lord, would there be more than 20 dragons in the city? They would soon be there.

But when support arrives, they can be killed on the spot, which saves a lot of trouble.

Then he continued, "How about it? Do I see anything?"

Davian frowned as he looked at the plaque. He had learned some Lizardman language from the Skink Priest in those years, especially about part of the ancient holy text. It can be said that most plaques can be read quickly.

But that plaque is indeed a bit obscure.

"The spirits in the jungle will appear east of the instructions of the ancient saint..." Davian began to translate the above paragraph. It turned out that the descriptive meaning of that paragraph was greater than the actual meaning. He was not clear about it, so he could summarize it,

"Does the front seem to be talking about an ancient lizard man who will appear when the jungle needs it? Is it called Nakai? If translated in Elvish, the name of the lizard man is different from that of Nakari, the great demon of Slaanesh.

One syllable."

"Where's the back?" Masnow continued to ask, was that plaque taken back from the leg of a plague priest before? It seemed to be quite precious.

The champion warrior plans to first find out what the red thing means, use it as relevant research information, and then give it to the lizard people.
Chapter completed!