Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

fifteen minutes……

Imrick exhaled and estimated that it would take another fifteen minutes before they would meet the enemy.

This battle was so frustrating, it dragged on for so long, just to see the Big Belly King's racing style.

Eltharion was already wearing a helmet, his wings fluttering in the wind. The armor inlaid with the gem of Aisha's Heart was a gift given to the war lord by their two majesties.

Hidden technology from the deepest reaches of the Anvil of Vaal, combined with the power bestowed by the Queen herself, allows him to fight tenaciously even when he has sustained multiple mortal wounds.

Because of some hidden dangers, Imrik specifically warned Eltharion to be careful about magical damage. Some mysterious and strange powers were beyond the prediction of orthodox elven wizards.

After a technological breakthrough, Belannaar reshaped the Amulet of Hoeth and hung it firmly around the student's neck.

The solemn war lord, even without drawing his fang sword, just relying on the Carmen spear as a staff, filled the surroundings with a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

While riding on the Stormwing and fighting alongside the Flameborn Knights, Eltharion reminded the Phoenix King, who was dressed in casual clothes as if he was here to watch.

"Imric, you should stay here and command... instead of charging into battle with your spear. This is a disgrace to Ulthuan."

"What a bummer... If it were in the past, you would have invited me to fight alongside you instead of nagging me and emphasizing the monarch's face."

"There will be a chance, but not now."

Eltharion walked quickly towards Stormwing. According to the pre-planned tactical deployment, he would lead the elven air force to provide support.

Why is it only the Elven Air Force? Because the Emperor of the Empire chose to appear in person, flying across the sky with the Claws of Death, to save the dwarves from danger.

Of course, many people didn't take the Empire's few griffins seriously at all. The appearance of six dragons... plus a giant black dragon napping on the top of a mountain, and a lizard that was powerful enough to push down a mountain, shocked the Empire greatly.

Carl had already left, and the High King would not hesitate to rescue his compatriots. Sitting on the throne of power, he announced that the reckoning of the dwarves had begun.

Grand Master Amethyst needs to lead the mage group to fight against the unusual spells of the greenskins. Ludwig will fight on the front line and kill every greenskin in the name of the emperor.

Now Kurt is the only big shot left in the front-line command room.

The command room was built in the open air, and the mountain breeze blew in from the canyon, bringing with it an indescribable stench.

Imrik, who had an extremely sensitive sense of smell, turned pale as soon as he smelled the stench.

He could get used to most gases, from the indescribable stench of Nurgle to the tarry smell of burning corpses, but feces... he absolutely could not tolerate it.

The Phoenix King covered his nose and lay powerlessly on the chair, looking ready to fight.

Kurt saw this, but did not move. He was still concentrating on the sand table, as if he didn't care about the breath at all.

With a little tricks, Imrik eliminated the stench around him. Fighting with the greenskins and rats was no less than fighting with Nurgle. The former was physically disgusting, while the latter was a double torture of psychological and physical suffering.

Seeing Kurt still staring at the sand table, Imrick, who wanted to have some fun, smiled and said, “Kurt, I heard that you are a military genius that appears once in a hundred years in the empire, and you have won countless battles for the emperor that seemed unwinnable.

The previous military meeting was too boring, it was all Thorgreen's nagging, Carl couldn't refute it because of his face, now it's just the two of us, I want to hear your opinion on this battle. "Kurt remained silent, as if he had no reaction to these words, which made Imrick feel bored and search for possible drinks.

When the Phoenix King was having difficulty finding alcohol in the temporary command room and wanted to ask the human mage next to him who was in charge of contacting the front line to quickly get something to drink for the monarch, Kurt suddenly said.

"This battle will be difficult. It will not be as easy as the High King said."

"Oh?"

This unusual view made Imrick loosen the collar of the human mage. This kid seemed to be a tough guy. He said that energy should not be wasted on teleportation spells and they must be ready to support the front line at any time.

Having found something fun, Imrick naturally stopped looking for trouble with the wizard. He took out an exquisite embossed ruby ​​wine jug and two crystal glasses from somewhere, poured them and handed them to Kurt, then returned to the viewing seat specially prepared for him.

"Tell me what you think. After seeing the army of Wissen, I have some doubts about the military quality of the empire. Perhaps you can redeem some of your opinions."

Kurt did not take the purple-red liquid on the sand table. He pondered for a while and pointed to the entrance of the canyon.

“The Big Belly King is a smart one… I shouldn’t attribute intelligence to the greenskins, but he definitely has some tactical preparations.

Both sides of the canyon entrance are natural ambush sites. With the wall equipment originally built by the dwarves, it is easy to organize threatening artillery positions. "

Kurt used his finger to draw a U-shaped pattern at the entrance of the canyon: "The vanguard army is the Eternal Guard of the Supreme King and the militia organized by the Dwarf Community of Rickland. Their speed is not fast enough, but they are strong enough to steadily advance the front line.

But this gives the greenskins an opportunity to take advantage, as long as the bombardment is tilted towards the dwarves, there will always be a gap."

Marshal Rick pointed to a large open space and said, "If I were a greenskin, I would definitely leave an open space here to give the War Pigs a chance to charge repeatedly instead of attacking the flank positions."

This judgment immediately perked up Imrick. Originally, there were only two estimates for the greenskin cavalry. The first was that they would charge forward recklessly in an attempt to push the coalition forces out of the canyon entrance.

The other is a flank charge, for which Carl specially arranged the Honor Company on both wings, giving the Halberd Soldiers and Greatsword Soldiers the opportunity to engage in close combat with the enemy.

The Phoenix King came to the sand table, rubbed his chin and thought, pointing to the location Kurt mentioned: "The risk of doing this is very high. Once the infantry enters the entrance of the canyon, the subsequent artillery will easily crush the defense line deployed by the greenskins...

Although reserving an open space can bring out the role of cavalry, it does not conform to the characteristics of siege warfare. Moreover, the special terrain of Karak Dreadnought Fort means that we can only fight head-on. "

Kurt did not deny it: “So the dwarves may become a breakthrough, Imperial soldiers… Sigma, please forgive my emotionless words.

The Imperial soldiers can exchange casualties with the Greenskins for a long time, and paying the life of a Son of Rick in exchange for one meter of advancement is considered progress.

But if the dwarves are bombarded for a long time, they will become an iron turtle that can only defend. When they cannot deploy their front line, they will leave a breakthrough point for the greenskins to use. "

"Do you think the greenskins can use this...impossible-to-advance area to extend to both sides and prevent artillery units from entering?"

Kurt nodded with difficulty. "This does not take into account the situation underground. If the battle continues until night, the goblins who are good at sneak attacks may use the dwarven tunnels... This deployment is too hasty."

"Your analysis is very interesting..." Imrick thought for a moment, asked the herald to come closer, and said to Kurt: "Why don't we play a game and deduce every move of the greenskins." (End of this chapter)