Chapter 419: Jisiwaifu Cheng

Agelimu's enthusiasm was even higher than Sinuoli's; he arranged everything early the next morning and urged them to depart. The route from Karak-Kadrin to Jisiwaifu Cheng was of great importance and had always been under strict control, so the two of them set off with only their honor guard.

The Slayer King's honor guard was a group of unique armored Slayers, all of whom were members of the Dragonbeard Clan. It was true that Agelimu was the direct successor to King Baragol's oath, and the cadet branches of the clan were also qualified to inherit the grudges of their ancestors.

A king has a king's responsibilities, and a guardian has a guardian's responsibilities. The Dragonbeard Clan Slayers were willing to generously embrace an epic death, and they also hoped to better protect their lord, creating opportunities for him to slay great enemies.

"The decay of the farmlands exceeds my imagination. Shouldn't the Southern Province be the most prosperous region of Kislev?"

After passing several villages, Sinuoli's brow furrowed tighter and tighter. The villagers' standard of living was barely higher than that in Bretonnia, and the proportion of males was significantly lower than that of females; how could this situation qualify as a shield of civilization?

"This place hasn't been able to recover its vitality since the Great Holy War, which has even led to a decrease in our orders. As for why, I'm afraid even those Boyars couldn't explain it clearly."

Agelimu pulled out a wine flask and took a swig. As an old-school Dwarf King, it was already good enough that he knew whose turn it was to host and how many troops they had; expecting him to figure out the ins and outs of internal politics was asking too much.

This troop was powerful and traveled light without baggage, making their speed nearly double that of a merchant caravan. By noon on the third day, Jisiwaifu Cheng appeared in Sinuoli's eyes.

"I've heard the stories about that place thousands of times; today, I finally get to see it!"

Looking up at the massive city and then down at the tundra beneath his feet, Sinuoli stomped his feet and sighed. A hundred years ago, it was precisely here that the Order coalition, under the leadership of the Pious Masinuoli, defeated the eighth Everchosen after a bloody battle.

The warriors rushed out from the tunnels and caught Chaos off guard, but they did not collapse at the first touch—this was the Everchosen's army; under the radiance of the marks of the four gods, even the weakest marauders were frenzied and bloodthirsty.

Traditionally, the unit responsible for flanking should be cavalry with high mobility. But at that time, the forces from the High Elves and Bretonnia were insufficient, and the Chaos forces held air superiority; under such conditions, moving troops on a large scale across the plains was undoubtedly courting death.

When the coalition approached, Praag, the most important fortress in northern Kislev, had already been destroyed, and the Chaos army had surrounded the city. Masinuoli knew that a head-on collision could not defeat the demon army, so he came up with a simple but proven-effective tactic: detour to the enemy's rear and attack from both sides.

Finally, as the front line retreated steadily under the impact of the elite Chosen, the Dwarfs paid a huge price and finally broke the rear defense. The Chaos army then fell into chaos, and the Tsar inside Jisiwaifu Cheng seized the opportunity to lead all the men and women who could still fight to charge out from the city.

"The Lord of Karak-Kadrin, Giant's Bane His Majesty Agelimu has arrived, hurry up and move aside!"

"My master said he is handling a major matter; let's go directly to the residential area of our clansmen to find him."

Agelimu's captain stepped forward and loudly announced their names. In the human society of the north, the Slayer King's name was exceptionally famous. With no Questing Knights to steal the spotlight, Slayers occupied the roles of heroes in bedtime stories.

Shaking his head to free himself from the mourning of the martyrs, Sinuoli strode forward. The world believed that the victory of the Great Holy War would bring peace for over a thousand years; only a very few understood that as the Great Vortex weakened, the frequency of the Everchosen's birth would also significantly accelerate.

Fortunately, Jisiwaifu Cheng backed onto the mountains, allowing them to use the Earth Vein Network and the complex mountain terrain as cover. As the Overlord of the Mountains, the late King Orikson took on the task of flanking; to increase speed, they abandoned most of their artillery.

Under the city gate, a group of guards wearing felt robes and breastplates were noisily extorting money from passing merchants. Seeing the large group of Dwarfs, their eyes darted back and forth between greed and suspicion.

Masinuoli had to command the front-line troops to entangle with the Everchosen's army, attracting their attention to create opportunities for the Dwarfs while reducing the defensive pressure on Jisiwaifu Cheng. With both numbers and quality falling behind, anyone knew he could not hold out for long.

After entering the city, Sinuoli felt the atmosphere was a bit strange, and his subconscious told him it had to do with Master Kelage. After passing through several intersections, the familiar Dwarf-style building complex appeared at the base of the city wall.

Under the three-sided attack, the Chaos army showed signs of decline. As Masinuoli used his Runefang to decapitate Asawa-Kuer, the massive demon army collapsed. On their path of retreat to the north, the flanking Dwarfs were implicated, and Thorgrim was precisely swept along all the way to the Norscan Dwarf residential area.

"City entry tax, one silver coin per person! Dwarfs? Why are they coming to join the fun too?"

"Hmph!"

The village elders all knew that if they encountered large monster infestations that couldn't be solved, finding a Dwarf Slayer was far more reliable than finding those lords who couldn't wait to strip their subjects to the bone; a large portion of roast meat and a barrel of good wine were enough to compensate them.

In the thousands of years since the Age of Mourning, Dwarf armies had been accustomed to defensive warfare relying on fortresses and heavy artillery, but this time they had to take the initiative to attack after a forced march.

The exterior of Jisiwaifu Cheng was enough to make a Dwarf designer with high professional ethics want to wash their eyes. The damage left by the great war had not been properly repaired; it could only be said that the building materials were sloppily stacked together, and one couldn't even tell if it leaked wind.

The elder of the residential area received the news and came out to greet them. Agelimu looked around with a slightly furrowed brow; he discovered that this residential area was under martial law. As the team passed through the town below the city, Sinuoli could feel many malicious gazes from the shadows, but no one dared to take any actual action; it was a consensus in the Old World that Dwarfs with orange crests on their heads were extremely not to be trifled with.

Led by Agelimu's father, countless Slayers sought their deaths as the vanguard. The Drazkrad Clan lost all its elites, and even the High King Orikson was severely wounded.

The battle was exceptionally difficult. Without artillery, the warriors could only use their flesh and blood to resist the twisted minions of Chaos and the mountain-like giant beasts. In order to break the demon army's rear line as quickly as possible, the late King Orikson stood on the Throne of Power and led all the elites in charge after charge.

"This chaotic town below the city is comparable to the castles of the Bretonnian dukes, and the condition of the city wall itself is even worse! To be able to accept all this, the upper echelons must have some problems."

"Your Majesty Agelimu! You've heard about that too? Please come in quickly; if I remember correctly, this is only your third visit since you ascended the throne!"