Listening to Boss Skarsnik's angry questioning, the night goblin shaman Old Crescent Moon's already stooped back bent even further.
"Dear boss, not yet! I'll send the boys to look for him, look for him!" Even if he was a close confidant who initially surrendered to Skarsnik, his voice still trembled slightly in the face of the boss's anger.
"The new boys who are coming out are not green enough, and they are not big enough! The new boys who are coming out are not cunning enough, and they are not messy enough!" Skarsnik poked the boys in front of him twice with his staff to stimulate them to step up. attack.
Perhaps because of Brother Mao's extra care, or because Skarsnik himself is good at discovering and training promising goblins, the ratio of night goblin leaders and shamans under his command is much higher than that of other green-skinned war bosses.
But like every greenskin, Skarsnik will limit the development of these minions to prevent them from threatening his position one day.
When push comes to shove, make sure you're not the one being "forced"! This is Skarsnik's green creed.
Snorri did not know that all this was happening. He tried his best to fall asleep. A few hours later, before the winter sun had fully risen, Snorri had already put on his armor.
"Cousin, be careful all the way! The ancestor goddess protects you!" Balin straightened the straps of Snorri's helmet. Although he wanted to go out with the army to establish his achievements, the civilian consultant was ordered to stay at the station with the merchants.
Snorri and the interception troops he selected last night had a simple breakfast and set off with two meals of dry food. This time Snorri did not have time to prepare a new rune telegraph machine. He and the leaders of the other two routes could only pass through Use experience to control time to complete the coordination between the three-way troops.
According to the plan, Snorri and his men must at least reach the established ambush position before the caravan and the night goblins come into contact.
The gray mountains in November are already covered with white snow. Snorri and his people, wearing white fur cloaks with hoods, are trudging along the paths used by hunters and smugglers.
In addition to keeping warm in the ice and snow, the white cloak can also play a necessary role in concealing the figure. Contrary to the dwarves, the dark body of the night goblin is invisible in the snow, and the scattered boys along the way are all hidden. The ranger who explored the path was nailed to death with one arrow.
Since Snorri and his party did not carry any food, baggage or heavy artillery, they were traveling very fast by dwarf standards. With the dwarves' inherent tenacity, they hardly rested and arrived at Karak-A near noon. The west side of Zglaz.
Under the guidance of the local dwarf ranger in the Gray Mountains, Snorri and his party found an abandoned leyline network resting point and settled down.
"Master Snorri, what are we going to do? With just a few people working side by side, we can only set up six or seven rows of queues in the leyline network!" Johnson Strong Shield took a few anvil guards out to investigate. Circle back and report.
The buildings of the dwarves have been beautiful since the days of the ancestors and gods. The gates of large fortresses are often tens of meters high, and the network of earth veins is also built wide enough to accommodate several carriages traveling side by side. This undoubtedly added some trouble to Snorri's blocking plan.
"You can't blame the road for being rough!" Snorri gasped slightly. "Kuan, then let's change the narrow thing! Nothing can stop the determination of our sons of the mountains!"
Marching all the way on the snowy mountain trails, Snorri wouldn't have been able to survive it without the help of the legendary Starley Boots.
"Just find a narrower place, roll some rocks down from the hillside and block part of the road!" Snorri ordered, "You, you, follow me to find a higher place, a place where you can see Wuwei The commanding heights of the square in front of the castle!" Snorri said to the rangers and the Hammer of Eternity guards.
After a short rest, the dwarves took action. A group of people wearing meteorite armor began to prepare for blocking the road. The butchers went around to clear out the goblins that might be hiding, while Snorri led some people to climb up the hillside again. .
The rangers in the Gray Mountains are almost all experienced hunters. Capturing Pegasus cubs or even adult Pegasus and selling them to the knights of Bretonnia is a good way to make money. Some particularly brave ones even dare to attack the vultures. Such a beast attacks.
The horse vulture has the characteristics of a raptor's head and wings, sharp forelimbs and the lower body of a horse, as well as a complete horse tail. Their unusual appearance indicates that they are also beasts born of Chaos mutation.
They are favored by certain Bretonnian knights who are known for their valor because they want a mount that is more ferocious than the gentle Pegasus.
In order to capture these winged monsters, the rangers built semi-underground shacks in hidden places in the mountains. They were used to hide and wait for the right time to take action. If necessary, they could also be used as shelters to avoid the stolen cubs. The mother beast's hiding place and the place where traps are laid.
Soon, Snorri followed the ranger in front of him and descended to a hidden hiding place by rope on a cliff. It was almost a natural shelter from the wind and could squeeze in more than ten dwarves.
"Valaya! How on earth did you find such a place?" Snorri looked around carefully. This wind shelter is located on the southwest side of Karak-Azgraz, and the entire square in front of the city can be seen at a glance. .
The current front of the Fearless Fortress is a mess, but at the same time it is also dead silent. There were piles of night goblin corpses scattered on the square, including many trolls whose stomachs had been disemboweled or whose heads had been blown to pieces.
Of course, the arrows and spears fired from the ballistas that killed them were also stuck on the ground, together with the crooked and destroyed siege machinery.
The greenskins are not in the habit of cleaning up the battlefield after the war, and these remnants of the last night's bloody battle will be used in tonight's battle.
Snorri did not see the figure of the night goblin at the moment, only the mountain breeze made the filth in that area slowly swirl.
Although Snorri did not see the night goblin, he knew that there were endless crises hidden under the silence. Although those dark guys don't like the sun and hide under the ground and in the shade of trees at noon, they definitely don't relax their vigilance.
In the darkness that he couldn't see, there were red eyes staring at every move of the Fearless Fortress.
"Telescope!" Snorri said to the ranger beside him. This body was already somewhat short-sighted due to years of squinting and carving runes under the dim light.
Putting the monocular to his right eye, Snorri saw a long dragon in the distance.
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