Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"game……"

Kurt, who was always serious, finally showed a hint of strangeness when he heard this word. He was a little bitter, but mostly out of a sense of responsibility.

"Caldor, I hope you like this title. I am not from a noble family. I became the emperor's marshal by fighting bloody battles with the soldiers time and time again, holding the griffin flag and standing at the forefront.

I have no right to use the word "game" to disrespect those warriors who fought to the death. "

"Ha." Whether this was a sincere word or a humble remark, at least Imrick was not happy with Kurt's reaction.

“Marshal Kurt, you know better than me why we are staying in the command room. The Empire and the Dwarves want to demonstrate their strength to the increasingly resurgent Elves.

It is not appropriate for me to appear in person, and Carl and Thorgreen will not hand over the command to me...but the reason you are here is nothing more than the means reserved by Carl.

When the situation becomes irreversible, you will ask me to go to battle and lead the reserve troops to save the situation. Before that, the actual command has nothing to do with you. The emperor needs to prove that he... has the ability to stand shoulder to shoulder with the monarchs of the elves and dwarves. "

Kurt looked normal. If one really thought that the Phoenix King was just a pretentious and entertaining person, then one would be underestimating Khaldo, the man who rebuilt the Elf Empire.

"That may be true, but it is not reasonable to play with the lives of soldiers..."

"Okay, let's just treat it as a competition of command ability. The winner can make acceptable demands to the other party."

Kurt's beard moved slightly. This offer was very tempting. He was a soldier, but he also knew politics well.

But Marshal Rick remained calm and composed, and was about to reject the request.

"Magnus's legacy, the blessing volume written by him personally as a gift to celebrate the birth of my child. If you win, this is an additional item that has nothing to do with the request."

Lao Ma's prestige... can only be said to be inferior to that of several major gods in the empire. The reason why Wisen Territory has always been very free in the political circle is simply because it occupies a natural supreme point.

The most solemn way to determine whether a person is an extremist is to put on the cloak stained with the blood of the pious in the Holy Hall of Nuln.

The rune sword given by the dwarves is also an important holy object of the Sigmar sect. If one wants to take it into the war, one must obtain permission from the Elector Count and the High Chanter.

A blessing volume written by a devout person himself can be regarded as the Empire's golden ticket to immunity from death. Anyone with it, even the most extreme person will recognize him as a devout believer of Sigmar.

Kurt obviously didn't expect Imrick to use this kind of thing as a bargaining chip, and he kept wondering in his mind whether to agree.

High Priest Volkmar had some complaints about Carl, thinking that the emperor spent much more time in the palace than his father did, and was not a pious son of Sigmar...

Perhaps this file, which carries the aura of the pious, can restore some impression.

Out of consideration for the greater good, Kurt let go of the shackles in his heart and invited the Phoenix King to join him.

As the Phoenix King waved his hand and had the prepared chess pieces brought up, the two men each had a chess piece representing the greenskins, but they still lacked a middleman who was responsible for moving the coalition's chess pieces.

Imrick was holding a chess piece representing the Greenskin Infantry Regiment, seemingly thinking about how to put it down. When he heard the horn sounding in the distance, he knew that the attack had officially begun.

He turned around and signaled the herald to bring over the newly arrived human.

Gross, wrapped in military uniform, came to the Phoenix King with respect. He obeyed the orders of His Majesty and was always ready to listen to his instructions during this period.

"Who is this..." Kurt narrowed his eyes. He didn't know there were humans in the Phoenix King's entourage. Many years ago, Imrick used to attend various occasions with the bearded man wearing a red scarf, but he has disappeared recently. "Gross, the commander of the War Dog Ice Eye... I believe you will like him later."

How could Kurt not guess what it meant? This was a hint that if military support was needed in the future and it was difficult to obtain through normal diplomatic channels, he could seek opportunities from the Dogs of War.

The serious Marshal Rick extended his hand to Gross and said, "Nice to meet you. I have heard of Bingyan's name for a long time. He has helped Eternal Peak solve problems in the badlands many times."

"My pleasure." Gross nodded and consciously took a half step back. According to the instructions given by the herald along the way, he first placed the chess piece with the face of his ancestor, representing the Dwarf High King, into the entrance of the canyon.

Everything is ready. Hundreds of chess pieces of various colors are placed in the wooden box next to Gross. Corresponding to them is the green ocean symbolizing the orcs, and a lonely Karak Dreadnought standing in the center.

"The rules of the game... three moves limit, mistakes alternate, and victory is determined by points." Imrick stated the rules without considering whether Kurt could accept them, and spoke first.

"Then according to your prediction, the greenskin artillery will bombard the dwarves."

Kurt nodded slightly under Gross's gaze, indicating that he agreed with this rule. He felt a sense of excitement that he had not felt for a long time.

From a military perspective, he did not think he could defeat Imrik, but for a large force, the leader's command ability might be more important than personal strength.

Not everyone can turn the tide of the war on their own. If this simulation wins, perhaps some benefits can be gained from the summit.

The green-skinned artillery chess pieces were placed by Kurt himself on both sides of the canyon and fired their crude artillery fire at the dwarves.

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"Your Majesty...something is not right." Brockson held up his favorite weapon, the Mallorian Six. As long as he had this weapon in his hand that combined the wisdom of dwarves, lizardmen, and elves, the eccentric engineer had the confidence to kill everyone in his way.

The engineer stared through a monocle at the empty canyon ahead. On both sides were human soldiers advancing together.

In order to ensure that they would not be surrounded after entering the canyon, and to be able to quickly deploy their front lines and take advantage of the firepower of the Empire and the Dwarves, the formation was actually very scattered, in order to support each other...

Forget it. For the dwarves, support is a luxury. With their movement speed, they might as well hope to directly break into Karak Dreadnought.

Thorgrim is also a veteran who has experienced many battles. Every High King was crowned with the blood of hatred. The dwarf monarch on the throne of power grasped the Axe of Grimnir tightly with a serious expression.

"Where are the human scouts? I need real-time intelligence from within the canyon."

"They need some time. Not everyone is as busy dying as the elves." Tiemei drove his war anvil and followed closely beside the High King.

Under the deliberate control of the Anvil Brothers, the height of the Rune Master's anvil is slightly lower than that of the Seat of Power, but Thorgrin obviously has no time to pay attention to these red tapes.

The High King gazed at the quiet canyon with a bad feeling in his heart. When the dwarves taunted the greenskins that they must be cowardly retreating, he roared and gave orders.

"Let Agrim take the butcher to the rear. Brockson, you..."

Before the High King could finish his words, the flying kite with its shrill laughter had already turned into a parabola, dragging a smoke device like a flare, and flew towards the dwarf.

The giggling goblin boy seemed to be performing acrobatics in the sky, his smile full of joy.

"Ah, fuck, this is so waaaagh!!!" (End of this chapter)