Snorri also burst out laughing when he heard this. He really didn't have much affection for Lilith, the goddess of the lake. This elf god neutralized his chief dog-licker Teclis at the end of time and basically detonated the entire order side. Even the hatred clause of the mother goddess Varaya can indirectly mark him.
Lilith was also responsible for the final resurrection of Nagash, the Lord of the Undead. She once had the idea of letting Nagash raise an army of the dead to fight against Chaos. It's just that Nagash rejected his alliance to fight the chaos, but still followed the part of the plan about returning to the mortal world.
"I said, different Bretonnian friends, won't you be under a lot of pressure by doing this? I'm afraid there are many chivalrous patients in your principality who want to get rid of you, right?" Snorri expressed after laughing. to relieve his own worries.
"This may be the case in other duchies, but in Bordeaux, there are not many people who support me, maybe even more!" Constantine took out another bottle of wine and took a sip.
"The nobles and commoners on the coast almost all get their wealth from the sea, trade, fishery, sun-dried salt, etc. And my god Mannann will not accept disloyalty in faith!"
Snorri heard something other than piety in Constantine's words, and he knew something about it. Unlike the mountain kingdom where gods are invisible and people are linked by guilds, human society has many gods who can show their grace at any time.
The church power, which was bound by a common belief in gods, became an organization that restricted the rights of feudal lords. These churches and lords compete with each other, but it is also me among you and you among me.
Within the scope of the entire Old World, the largest and most influential ones are undoubtedly the Cult of Sigmar and the faith of the Lady of the Lake, but other gods also have their own spheres of influence. Different sects are constantly fighting for various interests.
It was inconvenient for the two people who had just met to talk too deeply. After leaving the range of the Gray Mountains, Snorri climbed down from the Anvil of Doom and climbed back onto his golden blue sheep.
With his previous life experience, he is still a little resistant to being a literal master, not to mention that it is neither comfortable nor safe to be a master.
The entire army moved very quickly, and they marched through the narrow territory of the Principality of Montfort with almost no rest.
A tough race like the dwarves is accustomed to using this method to make up for the difficulty of their short legs and short strides, and the few humans traveling with them are all ordinary people. They are either proficient in martial arts or have divine grace, and they can withstand it in a short time. live.
On the one hand, rescuing people is like putting out a fire, and on the other hand, there is not much baggage - no longer protecting the large number of cargo carriages that protect the caravan, Snorri feels that the team is moving as if a weight-bearing trainer has taken off the sandbags on his legs. .
After a day's march, Snorri and his army arrived at the natural border between the Principality of Montfort and the Principality of Bastogne - the banks of the Grismery River.
Snorri looked at the big river in front of him and whistled. He has been active in the mountains almost all the time since he came to this world. This is the first time he has entered a human area, and it is also the first time he has seen such a surging river.
It is said that a benevolent person enjoys mountains and a wise person enjoys water. After traveling into such a dark and cruel world, Snorri asked himself if he could not be "benevolent", so it would be good to be a wise man.
"The Grismeri River is the largest river in Bretonnia. It originates from the Athel Loren Forest and flows all the way to the swamps of Mousilon and into the sea!" Constantine's voice rang out.
"Hey! Does Mannann's authority also cover the Tamsui River basin?" Snorri nodded secretly after listening to Constantine's introduction. Outside the realm of the Mountain Kingdom, his advisor Balin couldn't use his strength. Norrie needed to get information from other sources.
"My god's followers include sailors, boatmen, and pirates from all over the world. All people who make a living on the water obey him. You don't think this is the one in the freshwater lake who will protect these poor people, right?" Kang Standing joked again.
"As far as I know, the worship of the Lake God in Bretonnia is mainly for nobles, while farmers generally believe in the goddess of mercy, Thalia or other gods!" Stringer also stepped forward surrounded by his hammer guards. Come.
Just as Snorri wondered how the runesmith knew this, he continued.
"No peasant family is willing to live more than a few minutes' walk from the Thalia shrine. Recently, a custom has quickly become popular, and many nobles have begun to donate and build a small Thalia shrine near the Holy Grail Church."
Snorri nodded when he heard this. The prince who was trained as the heir still paid some attention to the main industry of Breeze Castle - masonry. In the whole of Bretonnia, the only buildings worth, or that could afford to employ dwarf masons, were the castles of knights and nobles and the churches or shrines of the gods.
"Let's go, let's cross the river and rest on the territory of the Principality of Bastogne!" Constantine greeted the horses ahead. "My principality has a better relationship with Bastogne. I already said hello to Duke Vondeijk in advance on the way here!"
Snorri is indispensable. Since the dwarf settlement in Bretonnia can only appear in the Duke's castle, it doesn't matter where he spends the night now.
After getting Snorri's consent, Constantine sent two Poseidon knights to ride forward on horseback, and then the large army began to slowly cross the bridge.
"Wait! There's something in the water!" This was Bloxson's voice. Relying on the monocle he always kept with him, he keenly noticed a huge black shadow under the bridge under the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Relax! My dwarf friend." Constantine's voice came from the front.
"The Grismeri River is full of dirt, and its slow flow means that creatures can easily swim upstream, whether it's monsters from the sea or undead creatures from Mousilon. But those things are not stupid. There are so many of us. They will not seek death!"
These words convinced the soldiers in the team that such a force can already be called a large army. If necessary, they can capture most of the castles in Batonnia except the Duke's residence. Anyone who has the ability to think No species comes from asking for trouble.
Across the bridge was a human town, with a solid stone wall on one side of the river. This small city obviously did not have enough guest rooms to accommodate so many dwarves, so Snorri's troops had no choice but to camp in the wild.
After sending the quartermaster into the city to purchase ingredients for dinner, Snorri sat in his tent and spread out the map. Previously there was only one route to choose from, but now the way to cross Bastogne needs to be discussed. chaptere
