Prior to this, the knights had made many expansion attempts, the most famous of which was the expedition against Araby.
A thousand years ago, the then Knight King sent troops to Estalia in the south to assist the local army in resisting the invasion of Arabi Sultan Jafar. After a bloody battle, the sultan was defeated and eventually driven back to Arabi.
However, the knights did not give up. They formed an alliance with the human empire and crossed the ocean to Arabi, which is located south of the old world and on the edge of Nehekhara, the land of the dead.
After another series of battles, they killed Sultan Jafar, and then controlled some cities and strongholds in Arabi in the name of the "Jihadi Army" and "Expeditionary Force". These are the Palestinians that appear in the Eye of the Whirlpool map. Tonya Faction.
However, distant water cannot quench the thirst of nearby people. Arabi has a harsh natural environment. Except for a limited number of oases, it is covered by yellow sand and difficult to develop. It is precisely because of this that the Sultan himself wants to expand to the old world!
The thirst for land even caused friction between the duchies within Bretonnia. As far as Bastogne itself is concerned, the neighboring territory along the Gray Mountains, the narrow and barren Principality of Montfort, would occasionally want to cross the border and occupy some lush pastures.
Snorri displayed a level of diplomacy that far surpassed that of his fellow tribesmen. After analyzing the pros and cons, he reached a verbal agreement with Duke Vondeijk to send troops to the Badlands to regain Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain in the future, and then jointly develop the Badlands.
The Duke could not think of any reason to refuse, which would solve both of his problems at once. There is no shortage of wealth in the dwarf's mountain fortress, and Snorri verbally promised to share the spoils with the knights. Of course, the specific amount will depend on the specific situation.
As for the land, although the bad land has the name "evil", it depends on how it compares. Compared with Arabi, which is farther away and has endless deserts, it is not an exaggeration to call it a treasure land.
If one could be on the same level as the dwarves and completely control that land, it would be possible to divide as many knight territories as possible.
Both parties are very satisfied with this verbal agreement. Although Snorri knows that he is still far away from regaining Bafeng Mountain, so far he does not have a base of his own!
But as a traveler who understands the historical process, he also knows that the knights can't find a better solution, and Duke von Deijk, as an extraordinary person who drank the water of the Holy Grail, has a longer lifespan than ordinary people, and he is still young. He can afford to wait in his prime.
In the Duke's opinion, the dwarf in front of him has received the favor and order of the gods. His desire to regain that mountain is strong, his motivation is sufficient, and the probability of success seems to be more than just theoretical.
The dwarves are an orderly race that keeps their promises. They don't worry about being stabbed in the back when they cooperate. More importantly, they don't have to pay anything now, so what's the harm in agreeing?
After the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, the dwarves left the castle and returned to the settlement area to rest. When they had a choice, it was more strange to live in the residence of their own race.
When setting off early the next morning, Snorri's team had one hundred and twenty more local dwarves. Snorri had no way to refuse these enthusiastic tribesmen. Although he still went through a little selection - but based on each On the basis of at least one member of the family, their equipment is still uneven.
Some relatively wealthy tribesmen took out the exquisite heirlooms from the bottom of the box, vowing to achieve the victory predicted by the oracle under the witness of their ancestors. The relatively poor tribesmen even joined the team with the duke who worked daily.
For a while, Snorri found it difficult to break them up into the original troops through different equipment, so he could only command them separately as a special force.
The dwarf army moved on, and they spent another day marching forward. This time there is no suitable stronghold for the army to rest. It is better not to stay in the village with only simple wooden walls. By then, who protects whom will inevitably be reversed.
In order to enter Bordeaux's territory at noon, they set off again at dawn. The border line between these two friendly principalities is just a trimmed forest belt, with a kingdom knight leading each side to ensure that farmers do not run back and forth to evade taxes.
"Our first stop is the viscount's castle. He should have absorbed the surrounding farmers back. So we have no supply points along the way, but I'm not sure what the specific conditions are there!" Constantine's state was obvious when he returned to his homeland. A little more serious.
"I understand! Facing those bastards who desecrate corpses, exposing the farmers to protection is simply providing them with fresh soldiers!" Snorri sat on the blue sheep and nodded. The vampires' cannon fodder troops are mainly composed of skeletons. Skeleton warriors and zombies obtained from fresh corpses.
These things are clumsy and fragile, almost breaking when touched, but they are cheap and plentiful. What's more important is if farmers suffer heavy casualties for a long time to come.
It is winter now, and it is not difficult to relocate farmers during the slack season. After passing an empty village that seemed undisturbed, the army arrived at a town at dusk.
"Sire! You are finally back!" Seeing Snorri's troops approaching from a distance, a knight and a middle-aged man dressed as a butler quickly opened the door and rushed out. They rushed to Constantine as if they had seen a savior. in front of the horse.
"Where's Uncle Menethil?" Constantine's expression changed drastically as he looked at the man who rushed out.
"Viscount, Viscount..." The butler began to speak incoherently.
"What's up with him?"
"Viscount Menethil left the city early yesterday morning and has not come back yet!" The knight was very calm. He knew that the regent who had brought reinforcements must understand the situation as soon as possible.
"Why didn't the albatross take his head away? I specially warned him before leaving! Don't leave the city, don't leave the city!" Constantine was angry, on the one hand because of the Viscount's folly, and on the other hand because of his authority. When it comes to questioning. It was obvious that the viscount did not take his orders to heart.
"Say it right here! Where has he been, and for what reason?" Constantine exercised his regent power on his own territory.
"That village to the south!"
"Ms. Mane said that there was a sacred object in the Holy Grail Church in that village that was not taken out by the retreating villagers. She did not want that thing to be desecrated by the vampires."
"So? Uncle Menethil went with his few people?" The steward and the knight were singing in harmony, but Constantine interrupted them directly.
"The holy thing of the village, what kind of smelly shells can there be in a village?" The regent muttered, but he could not sit back and watch the tragic ending happen.
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