Chapter 109 Pegasus and Ogre Mercenaries

Style: Fantasy Author: Xiaoling Guard Chariot GodWords: 2175Update Time: 24/01/13 07:49:58
(Introducing two aspects of the title, book lovers who know it can skip it)

After listening to the story of how he had been transformed by a demon, Snorri was impressed by the rich imagination of his clan and its people.

He could think of fellow merchants one after another telling their own stories at the wine table with embellished details; he could also think of dwarf hotel owners one after another bidding a few silver coins for the bards who could only sing knightly epics. Give them money to encourage their more and more exaggerated descriptions!

Seeing that the time had turned from dusk to midnight, Snorri and Viscount Ackerman agreed that Martini would lead a part of the human army to support Karak-Azgraz tomorrow and then left.

Early the next morning, the young knight led his Pegasus and joined Snorri's team. Along with him were ten chivalrous knights, their ten squires, thirty foot soldiers armed with swords and shields, and five knights. Ten peasant archers.

They were originally helpers that Baldini rode on Pegasus from several surrounding knight leaders. When Snorri promised a package price of 200 gold coins, these people immediately stated that it was necessary for them to save the dwarf allies in Fearless Castle. Task.

Under Snorri's instructions, Baldini mounted his Pegasus and took to the sky. Pegasus are the relatively cheapest of all mounts that can carry people, but they are still very rare.

Almost all Pegasus knights come from the Duchy of Palaon, because their noble mounts can only be found in the gray mountains here.

Considering that the Principality of Palavon is the birthplace of Pegasus, Maldini owned a Pegasus when he was still a knight errant.

But in other principalities, most of the Pegasus knights are kingdom knights with fiefdoms, and they are either very brave or have prominent family backgrounds.

Pegasus is difficult to capture and tame, and it takes a lot of money to raise it. It is difficult to support it without its own territory.

Last night, Snorri couldn't help but chat with the local dwarf rangers about capturing Pegasus. They told Snorri that if they were raised from foals, their abilities would deteriorate as they grew older without the guidance of their elders. The wings are also gradually shrinking and losing the ability to fly.

Even the flightless Pegasus can run at full speed faster than most mounts in the old world, and is only slightly slower than their flying brethren. However, losing the ability to fly will undoubtedly reduce its value significantly.

In the relatively more mountainous and rugged Bretonnia region, a Pegasus that would not be disturbed by swamps or thorns could highlight its advantages.

Pegasus themselves even have good combat effectiveness. They fall from the sky at a very fast speed, and the huge potential energy of themselves and the heavily armored knights on their backs is enough to crush the heads of most enemies! Viscount Ackermann relied on this method of combat to kill the trolls.

Relying on Baldini's aerial reconnaissance, Snorri wiped out two waves of plundering greenskins.

In order to ensure total annihilation, Snorri was guided by local dwarf rangers who were familiar with the terrain and set up artillery positions in key locations in advance, and then surrounded them to force the greenskins to escape into the preset artillery attack range and kill them. Gun shot.

Although this slowed down the march, it also ensured that the goblin war boss who might be besieging Karak-Azgraz knew nothing about the incoming dwarf reinforcements.

At noon on the third day, Maldini fell from the sky on a Pegasus.

"Prince Snorri! I found a group of ogres in front!" He flipped his golden hair and spoke.

For normal human friends in the old world, they still prefer to call Snorri the title of prince.

After all, the belief in the ancestral goddess Varaya is limited to dwarves, and technical titles such as Rune Master are far less noble than the Son of the High King in the eyes of humans.

"A bunch of ogres?" Snorri said to himself, thinking of the bartender he'd seen at Carak-Hearn.

"They must be ogre mercenaries!" the voice of Knight Fatis rang. He traveled throughout the old world in pursuit of the Holy Grail, and he was very knowledgeable.

"Ogre mercenaries will show up whenever there is an act of sabotage, whether it is battle, siege, destruction or sacking of a town. In those places, looting can occur at any time, which usually means there is meat to eat. Ogres Would get there, set up camp, and expect to find a job.”

Knight Fatis introduced the information about the ogre mercenaries.

"Then I can also hire them?" Snorri asked. Ogres are essentially a neutral race. Snorri is still willing to increase his own strength when the number of enemies is unknown.

"That's true, but I have to remind you that these ogres usually charge a high price. If you spend all your money and can't afford to support them, it might be best for them to leave without looking back. result."

The Fatis Knight hesitated to speak. The reputation of ogre mercenaries in the entire old world was not very good. In his opinion, considering the dwarves' deep love for gold, it might be a better choice not to hire these guys.

"I have plenty of gold! The entire mountain kingdom is full of those shiny little cuties. In contrast, the lives of each of our tribesmen are priceless treasures!"

Snorri tried to pat the expedition knight on the shoulder, but due to the height difference, he was patted on the butt.

"If we don't hire them, what if the greenskins choose to take action? Those green guys have no use asking for gold. I heard that they use their own teeth as currency."

Snorri said as he got on his blue sheep, "Let's go, let's go meet those big, thick, dripping meaty guys for a while!"

"I haven't heard of any greenskins hiring ogres in these years! They think ogres are not waaagh enough..." The Fatis Knight was still waiting to persuade him, but Snorri had already moved forward with a blue goat. If he left, he could only follow.

Snorri walked to the front of the team, followed by the anvil guards at a trot. Due to Maldini's aerial reconnaissance, he did not worry about being ambushed.

Soon, he smelled a foul smell, and without asking Snorri, he knew that the owners of this smell, the ogres, were nearby.

"Listen to me, guys! My boss wants you to capture the stinking wall of the Dwarfs!" Suddenly, Snorri heard a sharp voice, and he involuntarily clenched his warhammer and ring.

"They, the cowardly dwarves, are hiding behind the city wall, and we can't get in with our cars!"

The sharp sound was still ringing, and Snorri made a gesture of silence. He jumped off the blue sheep and tiptoed forward. With the help of Starley boots on his feet, he ignored the potholes and thorns along the way.

"Price! Iron-headed Aihetanmu wants your price!" A dull and rough voice rang, undoubtedly belonging to the ogre mercenary leader.

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