"Who is Lady Mane?" Snorri asked the Poseidon knight with a smile when Constantine and Viscount Menethil's men were answering each other. He was very curious about this woman who could influence the town lord's decision and make him take risks and leave the castle.
"Viscount Menethil is the younger brother of His Majesty the Duke, and his uncle. That woman is a saint who serves the one in the lake, but whether she can bear this title is questionable."
Snorri nodded. Ordinary women in Bretonnia lacked political and military influence, but the priests of the Lady of the Lake were different. These people are all women, and they are divided into three levels in terms of status: the Lake Witch, the Prophetess and the Saint.
The Witch of the Lake God will keep an eye on any child in Bretonnia who is born with magical talents, visit them before they reach puberty, and take them away for training.
Except for a small number of those who come from particularly wealthy families who know some inside information - these lucky ones will be sent to the empire on the other side of the mountain to learn magic.
The boys with magical powers are said to have never been seen again. After a period of time, those girls will return to Bretonnia as saints, and they have mastered the supernatural power derived from the lake god.
"We have to go over there and take a look! Viscount Menethil is my biological uncle." Constantine turned his horse's head and suggested to Snorri.
"How long is the journey?" Snorri calculated as he looked at the sun gradually disappearing on the horizon.
"It takes less than two hours to ride a horse. Something must have happened to me if I haven't come back for so long!" The housekeeper also anxiously helped.
"How many men does he have?" Snorri asked again.
"Two knights, seven or eight mounted attendants, and the lady." This time the knight added.
"Grimnir!" Snorri yelled secretly in his heart, which made it difficult for him to judge the situation. The ten people left in his previous life were basically completely cold, not to mention that two days and one night had passed.
But now there are ten elites, and there are also spellcasters to help. If there is a suitable defensive terrain to support, it is not impossible to persevere. It would still be difficult to explain if a high-ranking nobleman and a spellcaster were killed because of his misjudgment.
"It takes less than two hours to ride, so it will be midnight before we can get there!" Stringer was also calculating. The prince smelled the atmosphere of war and became excited.
"I think we should go there early tomorrow morning. According to the records of our ancestors, we have no advantage in fighting the undead in the middle of the night. What's more, we have been marching for a day. If we rush over now, the soldiers will be very tired!" Stringer gave the answer! Make your own judgment, this is undoubtedly a mistake-free idea.
"It will be difficult for them to hold on for another night..." Constantine knew Stringer's influence on this army, and he quickly began to refute.
Snorri tugged at his beard. Both sides told the truth. If the Viscount had been killed, then the enemy who led the team had no reason not to attack the town that had lost its leader. But it does not rule out the possibility that they did it deliberately to attract reinforcements.
"It would be great if there were Pegasus knights or helicopters now!" Snorri thought again. He didn't like the situation where the map was completely dark and he could only make judgments based on his own experience and sense of war.
However, he knew that he could not delay. The movement and future outcome of this dwarf army was basically in the hands of his ancestor, the Chosen One, and he needed to make a responsible decision as soon as possible.
Gu, "Send two Poseidon knights to get more horses from the town and transfer them for reconnaissance!" Snorri narrowed his eyes slightly and gave his order.
"I want it again and again..."
"Take this!" Snorri took out a rune transmitter from his pocket and threw it over. "The little magic power you have is enough to activate it. If the Viscount still insists, send long-short-long. If he is already in trouble, send three shorts in a row and come back quickly!"
Snorri demonstrated as he spoke. The Poseidon Knight looked at the two squares that shone at the same time and nodded. They got on the horses they had brought out and whipped away.
"Inform the soldiers not to disarm, but to eat and rest on the spot!" Snorri gave the order again. Soon the viscount's butler sent out several carts of food. If his master died in the battle, he would inevitably suffer some grief.
During the orderly eating and anxious waiting, as the sun completely set, the rune transmitter lit up the long-short-long message. "You're quite resilient. Let's go and save people!" Snorri stood up and gave the order.
After a "clang, clank" sound of armor colliding, the dwarf army quickly prepared for battle. "Bring my anvil over here." Snorri sat on his seat. This thing was bought with a lot of money. It's okay not to use it at ordinary times. If it's not used in battle, it would be overkill.
"The victory in the oracle of the god Grimnir is ahead! Compatriots, move forward!" Snorri sat on a stone chair and waved his hammer, and the army moved forward.
Turning the one-handed war hammer in his hand, Snorri suddenly felt a little unsmooth. There seems to be something wrong with the finger that swings the hammer. Maybe it's more sharp when wielding a sharp weapon? The King of the Hill is meant to be dual-wielded, and the ax seems to be good.
The dwarf army advanced rapidly in the night, and the light of Shanyue Mansribu illuminated the path under their feet. A full day's march isn't enough to slow these tough guys down.
"There's someone ahead!" Constantine said suddenly. As soon as he finished speaking, a war horse came running from the front.
"The Viscount is still resisting in the Holy Grail chapel. The vampires have desecrated the village cemetery. There are thousands of low-level undead. We can only watch from the outside." Knight Poseidon reported, he and his horse were covered in sweat.
"Artillery ready!" Snorri shouted. Artillery is more effective in dealing with cannon fodder troops. "Let's go directly into the village and kill the leader. Those summons will fall apart without anyone to maintain them!"
It is a very reasonable choice to deal with this group of undead to capture the thieves and capture the king. They cannot even handle ten people without any resistance in front of such a large army.
The dwarf army rushed in directly through the open wooden door, and the whole village looked like a biological crisis. Fresh zombies with still-skinned flesh; skeletons with only skeletons left; and things in between with bits of meat hanging on them were wandering around the village.
Fortunately, none of these people had any decent guys in their hands or on their bodies. They relied on rags, farm tools, kitchen utensils and the like to form no resistance in front of professional soldiers. Snorri's team quickly broke through the defensive line that could not necessarily be called a defensive line with a crushing force, and headed straight for the center of the village.
The dwarves saw a small church shrouded in thin light, preventing the surrounding undead creatures from destroying the building itself. And at the only doorway, a group of decent guys were trying to squeeze in.
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