Snorri looked at the human in front of him. He had long black hair and a strong sense of wind and frost on his face, which made him look much older than his actual age. He looked very mature.
"Hello, knight friends, time is urgent, let's talk while walking!" Snorri signaled the army to set off. Constantine naturally wanted this. Although he had full confidence in the strength of his castle, after all, the battlefield The situation is changing rapidly, and no one can guarantee what will happen.
Constantine and his men held their mounts by the hand and walked in front of the team to act as guides. Snorri noticed that the knights under his command were not equipped with common knight's spears, but long-handled tridents.
"This is the Knight of Poseidon?" Snorri asked in memory. He was sitting on the Anvil of Doom at a height similar to that of a walking human being, making it very convenient to communicate.
"You are as knowledgeable as the rumors say!" Constantine praised. "Yes, they are a religious knighthood that serves the Poseidon Mannann. The Poseidon Knights are a nickname given to them by outsiders. We internally call them the sons of Mannann!"
The young human nobles are still very proud of this army. They are also the only ones in the entire Bretonnia. Snorri observed the appearance of these five knights and nodded secretly.
Their martial arts skills may be inferior to those of the senior kingdom knights like Viscount Ackerman whom he saw in Sunrak Castle before, but Snorri could smell the divine grace from them. Although it was very weak, the power of the gods was enough. Let them contend with the strongest among mortals.
"Let's talk about the enemies! Vampire pirates, you have dealt with them a lot, haven't you?" Snorri's first concern was those enemies. Karak Zfulin did not have an aircraft. Snorri's last It is difficult to carry out the intelligence gathering in advance that I like to do.
"Not bad!" Constantine took out a wine bottle from his robe and took a sip. Snorri discovered that it was not the wine that Bretonnian nobles were accustomed to drinking, but a type of wine that he had not seen before.
"Praise Mannann!" Constantine declared a divine name. The sea god Mannann is a local god born at the beginning of this world. He is not the vest of any elf god, but there is no need to avoid it in front of Snorri.
"Compared to the dark elves, those pointy-eared scoundrels, the longship-driving raiders from Norsca, and, hey, the navy of our friends over the mountain, vampire pirates are not that big. threaten!"
"Is that so? I think so too!" Snorri nodded. In his opinion, those legendary lords of vampire pirates were not very impressive.
Regardless of the fact that Irenasa, the Salt-Grudge Nanosca Cripple, and Cellosta the Terror Fin, who were just mortal singers before her death, are almost incomparable to the truly powerful men who dominate the old world.
Count Noctilus, who commanded the Dread Fleet, was a well-established member of the Manfred family of Sylvania.
But he was "tired of fighting for power and longed for the free sailing life." Snorri thinks this statement is open to question, and perhaps it is more likely that he failed to gain the upper hand in the power struggle. This means he's a powerful mage, but nothing more.
Luther Harken, the Pirate King of Lustria, is a character. He was once the leader of the Lahmian Port Guard, and was later transformed into a vampire by the blood dragon ancestor Abolash. Becoming a blood dragon vampire means that his personal strength and military level are guaranteed.
However, he mistakenly touched the magic barrier left by the Slann Demon Toads in Juato, an abandoned lizardman temple city. Luther Harken was struck by magic and developed multiple personalities. Specifically, twelve different personalities competed for control of his body. The good pirate king turned into a schizophrenic.
"The real trouble lies with the guys on land. My principality is sandwiched between Mousilon and Aquitaine. Not to mention Mousillon, which has become a cursed place, there are many vampires lurking in the principality of Aquitaine alone. !”
Constantine explained to Snorri that he knew that the sons of the mountains did not like the ocean, so he gave Snorri a few more words.
"Hahaha!" Snorri laughed. "Of course I know! Many of your compatriots are more cruel than vampires in exploiting their own people! Vampires only suck blood, but they also break bones and suck marrow!"
Snorri heard that many Bretonnian farmers prefer to be ruled by vampires. Generally speaking, as long as they are provided with fresh blood on time, they can live and work in peace and contentment at other times. This is quite different from the other world," the snake catcher said " means.
"Your people's thirst for gold is no worse than the blood clan's thirst for blood!" Constantine muttered, but he knew that Snorri was telling the truth, which also led to the poor life of farmers. There is no way to kill all the vampires in the Principality.
"But everything is different in Bordeaux! Although my father has not yet drank the water of the Holy Grail, he has always held himself to the standards of a living saint!"
Then Constantine briefly introduced his homeland to Snorri: Unlike some principalities that are almost completely covered by forests, most of Bordeaux's land is arable land, and there are also some pastoral areas near the coast.
Only the southeastern part of the entire principality is the Chalons Forest. This forest is not as dangerous as the one in Bastonieri. Although there are also beastmen, it can still be developed and utilized.
"Bordello is not as large as the other duchies in terms of area, but it also means that our family's decrees can reach the countryside without being blocked by knights or even village elders!" Constantine finally said. a summary.
Snorri nodded secretly in his mind. He did not see the pride common among Bretonnian nobles in this young man. Judging from his enthusiasm and talkativeness, he is more like an experienced sailor whose enthusiasm has not been quenched.
"Your family's decree?" Snorri repeated, "Shouldn't it be yours? Dear Regent."
"Hahaha! My father and brother took the knights of the principality to participate in the expedition in the name of, um, that lady! I will take over for the time being." Constantine laughed,
"Don't mind, if the Beast King Fatis wasn't with me, I could even call him the popular name of my friends over the mountain!"
"Oh? Is there such a thing? We shouldn't have the same name in our acquaintance, right?" Snorri became interested after hearing this.
"Women who are engaged in the noble profession of donating the body have a very unique working environment!" Constantine smiled heartily like an old captain, and the Fatis knight simply took his horse a few steps forward and ignored him.
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