Snorri looked at the town along the way. Compared with the previous Helmgart Fortress, it seemed a bit disorganized. It was obvious that there was a lack of systematic planning during construction.
The ground is not very neat, and the buildings on both sides of the street look a little uneven. However, she is very popular.
"There seem to be a lot of strangers here?" Snorri turned to ask Fatis.
"Yes, this is indeed a popular pilgrimage site! As the hometown of Saint Giles, everyone who believes in the Lady of the Lake will want to come here. Especially when the legendary holy lake is located deep in the Chalon Forest. It is always shrouded in magical fog and its traces are hard to find."
It was obvious that Phatis had been here, probably more than once, and he knew the knightly tales of Saint Gilles by heart. Who among the knights in Bretonnia would not admire the first-generation Knight King who defeated the invading greenskin frenzy and unified Bretonnia through twelve wars?
The dwarf settlement here is in the deepest part of the town, close to the castle. Like the one in Helmgart, it is a city within a city with its own walls.
Since the settlement area was limited and could not accommodate so many warriors, and the risk was low at the Duke's feet, Snorri disbanded the team at the entrance of the settlement area and allowed the tribesmen to find a place to rest on their own.
These tribesmen, who were in a hurry to go off to war without a good year, took advantage of this half day to relax. When the army sets off early tomorrow morning, they will probably remain tense until the war is over.
Of course, Snorri himself did not go to spend time and relax with the ordinary soldiers. He and Stringer entered the settlement surrounded by the guards. They were going to have dinner with Duke Vondeijk in the evening, so communicating with the local tribesmen had to be done during lunch.
The local dwarf elders showed endless enthusiasm for Snorri and Stringer. Although these two young men did not have long beards, neither of them was easy to deal with. One is the theoretical co-owner of the dwarves in Bretonnia in the future, and the other is the red man before the ancestral gods.
To be honest, Snorri didn't get much of anything useful other than a good meal. The several managers here are loyal and diligent high-level craftsmen. They are mainly concerned about the business of their own three-acre land.
Stroking his belly and walking into his room, Snorri decided to take a comfortable nap to adjust himself so that he could be more energetic for the evening banquet.
That night, Snorri and Stringer, who had changed into formal attire, entered the interior of Bastogne Castle under the guidance of several knights.
"There are many sacred monuments of Saint Giles here. Although some of them may be attached to later generations, there will still be some taboos. Follow those knights closely, and it's best not to wander around!" This is a residential area! Advice given by elders to fellow citizens before entering the city.
Snorri secretly looked at the ancient city. He saw obviously older stone buildings standing on both sides of the road. The remaining ruins of the ancient castle in this part have been carefully maintained, and some seem to be guarded by pilgrims.
"Two respected dwarf princes, this is the place where the late king Saint Gilles practiced his swordsmanship! Back then he chopped the mountain with one sword, and the sword marks remain to this day!" The knight leading the way noticed the dwarves looking left and right, and they looked around with a heavy expression. I am proud to work as a part-time tour guide.
"But, these ancient and sacred relics are forbidden to outsiders and peasants! If you want to go in and pay your respects, you can apply to the Duke himself later!" Another knight added.
"Is this a different world's version of the Sword Testing Stone where Chinese people and dogs are not allowed to enter?" Snorri cursed in his mind. But it is very common to demonstrate strength and prowess by chopping something hard. If you are lucky, there may be a classic attraction like "Snorri's Hammer Test Site" in the future.
Bastogne Castle itself is not too big. Only knights, nobles and their attendants live here daily. Since many people have gone to participate in expeditions, it seems much deserted than the castle town.
The group of people followed the mountain road and quickly arrived at the Duke's tower. Although they had heard about it for a long time, the dwarves in the group couldn't help but take a breath when they saw the scene in front of them.
It is a huge, red dragon head. Although it has passed through more than a thousand years, it can still make people imagine its power because of its proper preservation.
"The demon dragon Smilgus, when it invaded Bretonnia, most of the country wailed under its sinful breath! All life was in ruins! It could swallow a brave knight in one mouthful!"
"The late King Saint Gilles single-handedly drove his lance straight into the demon dragon's skull against the flames it breathed out! Then he used the holy sword he carried to cut off the dragon's head and brought it back!"
The knight of Bastogne who led the way introduced the story of the late king in a bard-like tone. Snorri knew that this world was not the Azeroth that his skill template came from, and generally did not distinguish dragon species by color.
And that power is obviously not that of the Sun Dragon - the youngest dragons are called "Fire Sun Dragons" by the elves because of their fiery tempers and their scales are rich and warm in color. Then it is likely that it was eroded by Chaos and changed its color. Maybe it is a Khorne dragon!
"Haha! That's all! We have this kind of thing in the Kingdom of Mountains!" Stringer smiled slightly, this time he did not show the contemplative look of Snorri.
"Do you two know that during the Battle of Longbeard, one of our ancestors from Karak Zfulin shot down seventeen giant pointed-eared giants in succession with a crossbow made by the god Morgrim himself? Dragons! The place where their bones are buried is now called the Dragon Resting Place!"
The two kingdom knights twitched their mouths when they heard this. Also, the dragons killed by all the races in the world combined may not be as many as the dwarves killed in the Battle of Longbeard.
This is not to say that they do not have the ability to slay dragons. The main reason is that the dragons have generally fallen asleep due to various reasons, including climate change. Now even the dragon princes who are flourishing in Caledo can only go through the ancient Only Caledor's dragon song has a chance to awaken them.
"Where is that place?" Snorri turned around and asked in shock.
"Where? In a forest in Oka Mountain? What? Do you question the records of our fortress?" Stringer was a little strange. Logically speaking, Snorri shouldn't demolish him now.
"I finally understand where those zombie dragons under the vampire lords come from!" Snorri muttered secretly in his heart. At that time, my ancestors were really wealthy and wealthy, and most dragons would look down upon them.
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