"What should I do? What should I do?" Snorri began to think quickly, and he realized that he had finally underestimated the wisdom of Skarsnik, the legendary night goblin warlord.
There are two options before him. One is to signal the southern route troops to retreat and make way for the greenskin troops. The advantage of this is that they can complete the siege of Karak-Azgraz as much as possible. Reduce losses.
Another option is to ask the humans and ogres of Bretonnia to resist the night goblins who are eager to break out for a while, and wait for the other three forces to complete the encirclement and then wipe out the enemies.
Yes, this will give Snorri the opportunity to kill Skarsnik, his future enemy. Of course, the negative effects are also obvious.
Snorri clenched his fists and looked around at the clansmen around him. How he wished someone would stand up and make a decision for him at this time! Even giving a little advice will do!
But unfortunately, no one spoke in this suffocating atmosphere. Every loyal dwarf gave the decision-making power to the person they served-Snorri Thorson.
"Why did I come here?" His original vow suddenly appeared in Snorri's mind, "Recover the lost mountain fortress, find the lost artifact, and restore the glory of the mountain kingdom!"
Yes, his goal is so ambitious, and Skarsnik is undoubtedly a huge obstacle along the way! Perhaps to this world he is not a real carbuncle, but to the sons of the mountains, he is enough to occupy a separate page in the book of great hatred!
Karak - Eight Peaks Mountain, the eternal pain in the heart of every dwarf, Snorri knew that the Andegron clan, which was inherited from the age of the ancestors and gods, would shed the last drop of blood for her, even if Thorgrim - the Hater of Resentment personally led it An army of 10,000 dwarves failed to recover successfully!
If she, Vala-Azriel Ungol, were controlled by this goblin with extraordinary wisdom, how many lives would it take to recover it?
Snorri is currently learning Skarsnik's military wisdom. Can he really defeat this goblin in the future with his fancier-level military abilities? He had no answer in his mind.
But he knows that changing the original destiny of this world is not about treating guests to dinner or making a fuss! You can’t have the illusion that you can succeed by crossing your legs, thinking of a few ideas, and shouting a few slogans!
Being so elegant, so calm, so gentle, so gentle and respectful may bring about some small changes, but it is far from enough to pull up a carriage that is gradually sliding into the abyss!
Wanting to change the established fate of annihilation must be a riot. A riot in which the power of order overthrows the forces of chaos. What else can we rely on besides iron and blood?
"We must seize this precious opportunity!" Snorri made up his mind! "You, go and inform Johnson Strong Shield that our plan has failed. Ask him to give up the ambush and command the troops to move south at full speed!" Snorri pointed at the ranger closest to the steps and said.
"Others, it's too late to go around the same way! Prepare ropes and rappel down from here! Our human friends need support!"
Snorri took a look and saw that there was a slope below the platform he was on. As long as he descended less than fifty meters by rope, he could rush straight from the slope to the front of the night goblins and ogres.
"I'll take the lead!" Snorri said. He knew that with his rune magic and skills, he could clear a field of goblins in an instant to ensure the arrangements of his subordinates.
"The Ancestor Goddess protects you!" Captain Glenson didn't say much. He calmly used the war hammer in his palm to drive an iron drill into the rock for Snorri, and tied the long rope firmly to it.
"Please!" He stretched the rope, made sure it was firm, and said to Snorri.
Time is tight, and snooker doesn’t talk too much. He straightened his gloves, held the rope with his left hand, and placed it on the back of his body by his buttocks to use it as a "brake" for descent.
As Snorri bent his knees and kicked his legs, he quickly descended along the rope.
After landing, Snooker rolled on the spot to remove the impact, and then crawled to the side.
Soon, the Hammer of Eternity guards came down one after another, and when they reached the seventh person, the night goblins finally discovered it.
"Boys, shoot those floating dwarfs hard for me!" Snorri saw a leader-looking guy jumping up and down directing the bow and arrow boys to attack the dwarves who were rappelling.
"Earth, release your anger!" Snorri pointed to the sky with the war hammer in his hand, triggering the previously engraved runes of anger and destruction.
As the runes flickered, the ground beneath the goblin archers' feet cracked, spewing brimstone and fire. These dwarf ghosts who lacked armor protection were immediately thrown into the sky by the impact of the explosion.
The part that directly suffered the attack died on the spot, while those who received the splash damage fled away wailing.
"Speed up!" Snorri shouted to his subordinates above. Although this sudden rune magic solved the urgent need, it also attracted the attention of both the enemy and ourselves on the entire southern battlefield.
"Brothers! Hold on, Prince Snorri and our dwarf friends are coming!" Knight Fatis shouted. Snorri and his eyes met, and both of them saw a trace of nervousness in the other's eyes.
"Iron-headed Aihe Tanmu was taking a nap just now! He didn't hear the sound of the cannon! Boss, your cannon is far inferior to our iron spray cannon! That thing can't be pulled by a small horse. It's the strongest on the ice field. Here comes the woolly rhinoceros!"
Ahetanmu sped up his movements and swept away a few groups of goblins before approaching Snorri and gave a slightly far-fetched explanation.
Snorri had no time to criticize the vacillation of the ogre mercenaries in front of him at this time. If he wanted to withstand the breakout of the night goblins, he could not count on the old farmers and adventurers of Bretonnia. These big guys would be the main combatants. force.
"I understand, man! Immediately, there will be a large wave of goblins coming, and I want you and your people to resist them! I'll pay more!" Snorri said quickly.
"More money?" Aihetanmu became more energetic after hearing this, "Young men! There are new mushrooms on the shelves. Give them a try, the boss said to add money!"
Snorri led the ten Hammer of Eternity guards and four rangers who were lowered by rope to quickly deal with several goblins who had no intention of fighting along the way and ran to the Fatis Knight and Maldini.
He believed that the two leading knights had sufficient fighting spirit. Fatis was determined to pursue the Holy Grail, and Maldini was at the right time for his chivalrous spirit. Not to mention that there were a group of Pegasus under him. If the battle situation was unfavorable, he would The weak long-range firepower of Ping Goblin couldn't keep him.
The real key is the morale of the human adventurers, infantry regiments and peasant archers.
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