"They actually have gods?" Snorri looked at the Pygmies. Although he was not tall himself, he still showed no hesitation towards the guys who were equally short but dressed more shabbily.
As if they recognized the person in charge, the Pygmies started chattering again. Brian Bronzebeard didn't bother to translate word for word and communicated directly with them.
"Master Snorri, these guys say they live at the foot of the mountains, but their original place of residence has been invaded by spiders and greenskins over the years. They admire you very much as a warrior who can kill spider demigods. I hope you can allow it. They take advantage of the resources on the mountain.”
Brian is worthy of being a dwarf who has published several books. His ability to grasp key points and language expression skills are not only outstanding among dwarves, but may also be considered outstanding among elves.
"Ask how many of them there are in total!" Snorri tugged at his beard. He currently lacks the population. There are only so many dwarves in total. It is also a good thing to have local people as supplements. The premise is that these Pygmies can suppress them themselves. Live on earth.
"It's said that there is a town, seven or eight villages, and tens of thousands of people." Brian reported.
"That should be okay. It seems that these guys are not very good at fighting." Snorri nodded while looking at the melee weapons made of bones, wood and stone and the simple blowpipes carried by these Pygmies.
Those who can be sent out for investigation will not be the old, weak, sick or disabled. If they are not the most elite, they must be sub-elite armed forces. Otherwise, why not give the spiders extra food?
"Tell them that they can use the resources in the mountains, but they have to prove that they are qualified to use the resources. Let them deal with the greenskins whose backs we have broken. If they can be dealt with, well, forget it, can Let them not interfere with our expedition, then I will agree."
Snorri thought for a while and lowered his requirements. These Pygmies probably didn't have much fighting power, but if they were forced to attack him with the greenskins, it would be troublesome.
After some more mumbling, Brian said they needed a written commitment. Snorri naturally had no objection. He took out a rune contract, wrote it down and hesitated at the end of the payment.
"Forget it, let's do it." He wrote down the title "Lord of the Mountains on the Edge of the Southern World". As a rule, this kind of lost and unidentified tribe has a strong claim to the fortress who regains it.
What's more, the current approver, High King Thorgreen, is his father, and the expeditionary force that relied on the oracle of the ancestral goddess already had a strong claim.
After handing the treaty stamped with his fingerprints to Pegmi, Snorri looked at their retreating figures and prayed silently in his heart. Regarding the possible pursuit of the green skins, he only had one way to reduce the situation in his mind.
But no matter how clever the strategy is, it requires the cooperation of the opponent to be effective. Snorri sincerely doubted whether the leading wild orc shaman had the ability to observe the subtleties like Pang Juan.
The dwarf army then set off. Originally, Snorri wanted to wait for the real speaker from the Pygmy tribe to come and discuss it before leaving, but considering that it would take many days to come and go, there might still be discussions over there, and he didn't know when he would arrive.
Although there are hunting in the jungle to replenish food, the dwarves still drink less and less of the wine they regard as life. With some minor grumblings among his men at the curtailment of the drink supply, Snorri decided to head to his final destination as quickly as possible.
The army continues to advance on the Lost Plateau. Facing this endless plateau with no landmarks is undoubtedly a huge drain on the mental energy. For a normal small-scale expedition, this is a more terrifying danger than a large group of enemies.
Facing the enemy, they can take detours to retreat or try to break through quickly, but when faced with the test of nature, a small number of people will bear greater pressure. Without a reference, it is not easy for them to know which direction to go.
The most successful expeditions in thousands of years were forced to turn back due to various reasons after trekking on this plateau for several days, but Snorri was different from his predecessors.
He has a strategic map in his mind to control the general direction, and he has knights and helicopters to explore the road in front of him. Some of the large wild animals along the way were just extra food in the face of such an army. As long as the army's morale remained intact, it could be said that nothing could stop him.
"Giant eagle, there is a giant eagle in the sky!" Ten days later, when Snorri was less than a hundred kilometers away from Plateau Fort on the strategic map, Andermg came in and reported.
"Isn't it normal to have giant eagles on the plateau?" Snorri frowned while sitting on the back of the blue sheep. Now the entire expeditionary force was in a state of panic. They were in a state of being completely alone and deep into the plateau, and the game on the plateau was also gone. Not as many as in the forest.
"They shouldn't be wild. They have the emblem of the pointed ears on their bodies!" Andermg held up his telescope.
"How can it be!"
"What nonsense are you talking about, Mustache!"
"At your age, you probably haven't heard the word pointy ears in bedtime stories, right?"
The surrounding tribesmen shouted, there are not even mountains in this place, how can there be high elves? They should all be singing, dancing, and reciting poems around the circle of Ulthuan.
"Explore carefully!" Snorri frowned and raised his eyebrows. He vaguely remembered that there was a high elf stronghold in the south, but after all, it had been several years since he traveled through time, so the impression was not so clear.
"Dawn Fortress!" Altman came out from the side.
"It is located at this location, close to the southern end of the Southland. It is a stronghold of the Pointed Ears. The sailors call it the Sun Island. It seems because the sun is visible for an extra long time every day!"
Snorri narrowed his eyes. The world is also round, and there is no problem in high latitudes with long sunshine hours.
"When was this fortress built? Why? Are you planning to seize our homeland?" Snorri has been a little manic these days. The advice of the ancient saint's shadow has put pressure on him. The four gods of chaos will not sit back and watch his development. of.
"As far as I know, Dawn Fortress was established in the 82nd year of the reign of the ninth Phoenix King, Morvar the Reckless, which is more than a thousand years ago." Brian Bronzebeard said loudly Said.
"How do you know so clearly?" Young Altman was surprised.
"You have to learn to respect beards, little guy. I have been to Lothern. This is in my second book "The Mysterious Place". You should probably read it!" Brian stroked his copper hair. Color Beard smiled proudly.
"Lothern, the sea guards there are quite famous!" Snorri muttered. They were a standing army of the high elves, holding spears, shields and using bows and arrows.
"You are really as knowledgeable as the rumors say!" Brian praised.
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