"No, really not! Iron-headed Ahetanmu is just hearsay, hearsay!"
No matter how slow the ogres were, they were aware of the change in the atmosphere. After losing the competition from the green skins, the dwarves, who were a bit cruel in front of them, showed their fangs to themselves.
"I'm not going to lie to you. Every ogre who leaves the Mourn Mountains and plans to go south to seek life will be told not to provoke your compatriots living in the north! Especially Karoka, what's wrong?"
"Karak Kaderin!" Johnson Strongshield corrected with a voice as loud as the ogres.
"Yes, there is a huge shrine in that place. Although you are not tall, the things you built are bigger than us! There are guys with orange hair over there. They can chop up people more than the gray dwarfs in the dark land. Still fierce!"
"Chaos dwarves?" Snorri said to himself.
After listening to Ahetanmu's words, the ogres all reacted, and they all swore that they would never touch a hair of the dwarf.
"I, I don't like eating hard food!"
"I'm most afraid of dwarves! The longer the orange hair is, the better it is to fight!"
"I swear in the name of the God of Big Stomach, I will only eat green skin and worms!"
Seeing the ogres expressing their opinions one after another, Snorri walked down the slope. During the conversation, the main force of the convoy arrived just in time.
Snorri took out half of the deposit from the safe and paid it to Aihetanmu. This kind of capital-free business of licking blood with a knife is different from ordinary ones. According to the rules, enough money must be paid first.
At dusk, Snorri slowed down his march. He hoped to arrive at Karak-Azgraz at noon the next day when the sun was strongest, so that he could weaken the imaginary enemy of the night goblins to the maximum extent and make it more convenient. Artillery play.
According to Snorri's understanding along the way, most human farmers and civilians also suffer from night blindness, which is manifested as unclear or completely invisible vision in dimly lit environments or at night, and difficulty in movement.
This symptom is generally caused by a lack of vitamin A. Foods rich in vitamin A are mainly livers of poultry and livestock and egg yolks. Unfortunately, farmers in Bretonnia cannot afford these foods.
Snorri heard a joke at the wine table: There was an Imperial veteran who was captured by the Dark Elves when he was young, but miraculously escaped and settled in the coastal area of Bretonnia.
One day, his grandson asked him: "Grandpa, what order do you defend?"
The veteran replied: "When grandpa was a slave in the Black Ark, those evil dark elves only gave us a piece of meat for each meal, hoping to create divisions among us and control us! But we don't want to do this. We made an appointment. , today you eat meat, tomorrow I eat meat, so we don’t have to fight and bleed, but everyone can eat meat, this is called order.”
The grandson said: "Grandpa, I understand what order is. But I still don't understand what meat is."
This simple joke is enough to show the misery of the life of Bretonnian farmers. As far as Snorri knows, in some places in this country, the tax rate has even reached an outrageous ratio of nine out of ten.
In the evening of that day, Snorri found an abandoned mine and prepared to set up camp. He first arranged for his men to eliminate a small group of night goblins in the mine, and then sent out dozens of sentries.
With the addition of more than twenty ogres, the cooks accompanying the dinner team were under great pressure. Almost everyone of these big guys could eat ten portions of food.
"Man, are you a tyrant?" Snorri asked, holding a bowl and looking at the ogre leader sitting opposite him.
"Tyrant? God of the Big Stomach!" Ahetanmu shouted. He drank up the broth in the bowl in one gulp. Snorri once thought that he wanted to swallow the bowl together. Of course, with the digestion ability of an ogre, It's not that difficult.
"Although the tribe Aihetanmu comes from is not the largest, there are still seven or eight thousand people! Our tyrant is so strong that he can arm-wrestle with giants! He will not earn this hard-earned money himself. , just sit in the tent and wait for Ahetanmu and his guys to go back and make offerings!"
Listening to the ogre's words, Snorri took a breath. The war potential of these guys is really terrifying! However, the ogre kingdom has high mountains and long roads, so it is not easy to use it.
"Below the tyrant are big men! In terms of sheer size and belly, apart from the tyrant, they are the most majestic guys in our tribe, and they are also on bad terms with the tyrant! I, the iron-headed Aihetanmu, also want to be one Big man!" The ogre leader knocked on the edge of the pot to indicate that he should be given more food.
"I just have an iron stomach, that's all!" He began to slap his plastron again, as if this huge plastron decorated with eccentric decorations based on dwarven standards was a big difference between him and his simple men. Traits.
"You can tell, boss! I have stronger armor and a better guy!" Ahetanmu began to show off his equipment, which looked like garbage to Snorri.
"When I finish this business, I'm going to ask you dwarves to do something better! When I'm strong enough, I'm going back to challenge! A fight to the death!" Ahetanmu shouted, waving his weapon, which made Snow The guards inside were extremely nervous.
"Fight to the death in the stomach pit! Fight to the death in the stomach pit!" The other ogres also shouted.
"This is the tradition of us ogres! Take off your plastron and duel to the death! The winner has the right to eat the loser and then take everything from him!" Ahetanmu had a strange, pious expression on his face. A light mixed with the desire to kill.
"Let it go, let it go, have a good rest, there will be a big battle tomorrow!" Snorri dismissed everyone who was a little excited, but he pulled Maldini aside.
"Young man, do you have the confidence to fly over Fort Fearless tonight to conduct reconnaissance?" Snorri was still worried. He wanted to know more information about the enemy.
"Of course there is no problem! I feel the lady's gaze! My partner and I are in great spirits!" the young man said, patting his chest. "But I might not be able to see clearly at night."
"This doesn't matter, come on, take it with you!" Snorri said and took the scope that Broxon had just taken off.
"Oh! My God, my eyesight is like that of a goshawk!" Bartini exclaimed immediately after putting on the scope.
"Do a good job, young man! I will give it to you after this trip!" Snorri promised. Such things are not uncommon in Jufuba, the city of engineers.
Soon, Baldini set off on Pegasus. Snorri counted the time he needed with his fingers. After nearly four hours, he returned when it was time to turn off the lights.
"Prince Snorri, your people are still holding on! Don't worry!"
These were Baldini's first words after getting off his sweaty mount.
Thanks to French Chasseur Major Yuri for the reward
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