"We haven't seen him for a few years, and the master's demeanor is even better than before!" Belegar-Iron Hammer looked at Snorri, who was looking for the mustache he once had in his memory. These years of fighting in the north and south and taking charge of power have greatly changed Snorri's temperament.
"Yes, you have grown up a lot. I heard about Domga, I'm sorry." Snorri handed him a glass of wine, and he remembered Prince Domga's enthusiastic solicitation for him at that time.
"I came to you this time because of the matter of Bafeng Mountain." Belega was not too polite. "You think, can I succeed?"
"You can! The lost fortress will eventually be recovered, and the articles in the Book of Hatred will be crossed out. This is the revelation of the ancestors and gods!" Looking into Belegar's eyes, Snorri responded loudly.
"But I have to say, if you continue to insist on the current way of doing things, you may have to wait until the day when our whole family quits drinking if you want to succeed." Snorri changed the subject.
"Hi!" Belegar called. "What do you mean?"
"You know better than anyone how big the Bafeng Mountain Fortress is and how difficult it is to defeat. A force of a thousand men can't defend it just by guarding the forks. Numerous previous failures have proven this. You need to save up. Strength." Snorri gave his advice sincerely.
"I know." Belegar sighed.
"You know?" Snorri asked back.
"Even though the Andegrand clan shed all their blood, they still gained something." Belegar took a deep sip of wine.
"But it's difficult to do. Don't look at the many people gathered around me now. If I don't march towards Bafeng Mountain, they may disperse faster."
"The Great Luo of All Worlds"
Snorri narrowed his eyes, and he realized that his previous thoughts were a bit naive. It is true that Belegar, as the last bloodline of the Andergrand clan, has pulled together a decent team, but except for a few members of the clan, the other participants have their own pursuits.
Some of them want to share the wealth of the once most prosperous city; some want to participate in the great expedition to gain fame; some hope to erase the hatred of their predecessors; of course, it is indispensable for the clans who have been exiled to return home. wish.
"I can understand that you are driven by the demands of your subordinates to attack Bafeng Mountain again and again?" Snorri asked.
"If I don't take back Bafeng Mountain but find a place to recuperate, what's the difference between those soldiers following me and staying in the original fortress or settlement?"
Belega shrugged. He was too young and not experienced enough to deal with these problems. Snorri thought of the negative effect of Belegar's faction in the game - before recapturing the Eight Peaks Mountain, the troop maintenance cost increased by 50%. It seemed that the rightful owner of the Eight Peaks Mountain relied on a salary increase to alleviate the problem.
"I seem to understand. So have you found a good place to go? Thunder Mountain is not a very good place to settle down." Snorri nodded and refilled Belle's cup.
"It depends on you and the ancestors and gods to enlighten you!" Belegar sat back again and looked at Snorri sincerely.
"Okay, I'll ask them for instructions now."
"Then, do I need to avoid it?"
"That's not necessary." Snorri stood up and used this opportunity to let Belega see what he was capable of.
After making two simple gestures, he started the Grimnir Ritual. Belegar-Iron Hammer felt his sudden increase in strength and choked on his beer.
He did not expect that the relationship between the ancestors and the gods had reached such an extent that the divine grace was directly manifested without any sacrifices or prayers.
In order to avoid bumping into Snorri, who was communicating with the gods, Belegar tried hard to hold back his cough, which made his face turn red. Snorri secretly raised his eyelids to take in all this, and he was also thinking about where to find Belegar. "Yes!"
"Ahem! Belegar of the Undergrand clan!" Snorri raised his voice.
"Here, here!" Belegar rolled from the chair to the ground.
"Listen! They support you in regaining your homeland, but they think you should accumulate strength first before making any plans! The mountains between Tiefengbao and Hongyun Mountain are rich in resources. You should find a lost mountain fortress to stay in. I and I King Khazador will also support you."
Snorri thought quickly and applied what he and Thorek Ironbrow had just discussed. Belegar is in charge of the Hammer of the Clan Undergrand and the Shield of Resistance, and is guarded by the spirits of his ancestors. His strength is commendable among the dwarf lords, and he is more than enough to be used as a pioneer.
"Okay! In the name of King Loen, I will definitely follow the guidance of the oracle." Belegar leaned over and promised. Snorri's few words strengthened his belief in persisting in the long-term struggle and also pointed out the current stage. direction of struggle.
"Well, I will spread the word of the oracle just now. Don't let the ancestors and gods down!" Snorri smiled. With the blessing of the gods, Belega's temporary change of goals should not cause too much loss. This is a win-win choice.
A few days later, Snorri called Tiemei and Belega together. Looking at the signed and sealed agreement, Snorri suddenly felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Except for the white dwarves, the legendary lords of the dwarves in the previous game are now gathered at the Eternal Peak. Isn't this a grand occasion?
"Urgent report!"
While Snorri was still lingering in the bustling Eternal Peak, Rogoff pulled him out of the banquet hall.
"What, what's going on?"
"Pirates, our fleet has been robbed!"
"Raised by goblins!" Snorri yelled, and he suddenly woke up. "Notice down, prepare to assemble!" The land route is still on paper, and the sea route is still the lifeline of the Southland, and there is no room for any mistakes.
"The latest information! That was the fleet of Bordero transporting immigrants. According to the last news from the priest Mannann, what attacked them was an indescribable creature."
Snorri's troops quickly drove out of the Eternal Peak, and on the way to Haimen Pass, a messenger reported.
"The telegram was unclear and there were no survivors, but according to reliable information, the last thing those poor people saw was a pedestal made of a large number of rotting shipwrecks, and above it was a castle with foundations and cliffs."
"The Scarlet Reaver? Count Noctilus, I have recorded this account. The bastard who desecrated the dead should be wiped from the world."
After reading the letter, Snorri slowly tore it into pieces. He sat on his lamb and thought about countermeasures. This time it was different from Bordeaux City. He himself was the attacker, but he was not afraid of solving it at sea. The drowned undead require careful planning.
"Perhaps, I can do this?" Suddenly, a brilliant idea appeared.
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Thanks to the book friends for their monthly tickets. After a week off, the familiar names are still there. I am so touched. Hahaha.
