Chapter 351 Behind Bars

Thousands of thoughts all turned into a sad smile. Humans may not be able to see the bad intentions in his smile, but every elf can find the sarcasm in his hypocritical facial expression:

"I wish you a long life, Your Highness Pearl Litanel."

"You too, His Highness Teclis of the White Tower, maybe you don't need to face me so unfamiliarly."

Of course, Teclis knew that Pearl was his elder. The current authority in Lauren Loren Forest had the blood of the Eternal Queen. Aenarion's first wife was the Eternal Queen. Their children had countless children. Obviously , His Highness Pearl is not the son of Aenarion.

Because Aenarion's only remaining parent is wearing black armor.

Prince Pearl did not mince words and asked directly afterwards:

"You seem to be hostile to me? Why, child of Aenarion, I didn't mean to be absent back then."

Teclis forgot that this was the first accident he had encountered today. The communication between elves was not direct. Teclis thought that he would be like those ancient nobles, slowly using various small talk to reveal everything in one sentence. Questions that can be resolved.

Maybe this is because he is 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 will not care about the ant colonies that make up the black spots.

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

Teclis lowered his head in fear, just like a human who didn't even dare to breathe next to a giant dragon.

"I don't mean to offend you, Your Highness Pearl. I didn't know that looking directly at you is a sign of hostility."

The elf on the dragon's back was stunned for a moment. He looked away from the elf mage and took a closer look at the pitted open space occupied by the dragon. Maybe it was a human square.

Pearl laughed dumbly, and the dragon, who was also observing the mage, shook his head.

There is such an interesting guy among the descendants of Aenarion. He seems to get along well with humans. Ordinary elves would not care about the offences suffered by humans.

"I apologize for my intrusion, Your Highness Teclis. Please forgive me for breaking the peace of this city. I haven't been far away for too long."

It could be seen that Teclis was not pushing the envelope, he just signaled to the other party that the dragon was definitely not a creature that could stay next to a human settlement.

If the opponent has the same temper as Prince Caledor, Tigris will come up with a backup plan. The cold-blooded champion is not here, but there are lizards who are good at reasoning in the Temple of Daha.

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

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

No matter what, this is a help. Before the darkness comes, every help is extremely valuable.

The mighty fleet arrived in the Gulf of Kislev, and then the Bretonnians would land in the Oster Territory at Port Noden, and accompanied by the accompanying imperial legions would go along the border to the battlefield designated by their so-called gods.

No one in the Empire could understand the logic of this group of lunatics, and even encountering Norscan raiders on the way could not make them retreat.

Fortunately, the Norscan barbarians were the same as before, with no tactical ideas and only knew how to charge with bloodthirsty fury.

If it had been an imperial general to command the Norscan army that attacked at night, they would have been completely wiped out at the port of the Laurentian Forest.

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

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

Egil Strbjorn listened to the reports of the scouts and wizards, and once again suppressed his will to fight.

The dragon did not follow the imperial fleet, and the day of slaying the dragon would have to be postponed.

The Southerners were about to set foot on the ground they thought was safe. The Imperial ports were always heavily guarded, and a forced attack would only cause heavy casualties to Skelling's warriors.

Sacrificing one's life to the Blood God is not something worth fearing. No warrior would be afraid. However, as the chief, Egil must control the living force in the tribe and not let it weaken too much.

He is not a reckless man dominated by anger, and he can even tolerate the effectiveness of wizards.

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

It will be soon, when the Imperial people become careless.

Did the Norscans lose their bravery once they landed on land? Clearly, the best warriors understand the art of fighting on all terrains.

With just a few false attacks, he could transfer the main force to the hinterland of the Imperial people.

The fool who was instigated by "Eternal Watch" fell into the trap. How could he know that the Blood God Khorne did not actually designate a sacrifice? As long as he went to the destined place of Bretonnia and called out the Blood God's divine grace with killing, Can he get the male heir he dreams of?

The Mirror God unintentionally reminds him that the addition of a Khorne Champion will make the situation even more chaotic. Kislev and the Empire are not chaotic enough.

The opportunity came when the green-skinned war general who was also incited led his army to join the dispute.

The supreme Tzeentch has already revealed his destiny, and Hotar, who possesses destiny, is of course the final winner. He doesn't even need to make any effort to get the final victory.

If the plan is correct.

Every Ever-Changing Demon Lord will be proud of his own wisdom, and "Eternal Watch" Thasorel knows this very well.

A fellow player who falls onto the chessboard will be despised, but the despise of the demons is also an opportunity for Thasorel.

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

Behold, Skarbrand is coming soon, the exiled Bloodthirsty is about to arrive in the Empire.

Will it always be chasing an ever-changing demon king?

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

Thasorel will escape and receive the fire of Dahar, Tzeentch has sent the revelation.

The empire will fall apart, Kislev will be destroyed in an instant, and when the Necron Supreme is about to win, it will be time for it to take away the fruits of victory.

Everything is planned, and the mortals have not even discovered the one in the deepest part of Sylvania until now.

The encirclement surrounding Sylvania has gradually closed. When the Grand Master of the Osterland Black Guard led the remnants to break through the encirclement and showed the letter from the general of Ostermark's Fifth Army to the imperial generals on the northern front, everyone They all let go of unrealistic worries.

No one cares about the mad advance of the undead in Ostermark, it is more like a vampire's dying counterattack.

They are finished, and the descendants of Sigmar are the final winners. Next, we only need to steadily advance and completely eradicate the undead from Sylvania.