"Pay attention to the powerful Storm Rats among them, and report them immediately if you find them." Snorri ordered. He was not sure how far the Moss clan had developed now, but he was certain that there must be something fishy behind these small clans.
"Where are you, Gotrek?"
Snorri finally looked at the young strong man. He was not quite used to his current thick-haired image. In the past few years, he has been tasked with armed escort of Belega's logistics supplies, traveling between Hongyun Mountain and Cladro Gate.
"Well, my work is going quite smoothly. The Cladro Gate guards the traffic artery, and the leyline network is intricate. As long as you avoid the large group of greenskins and cut down the scattered guys who don't have eyesight, it's easy to get there."
Gotrek shrugged. In his opinion, this kind of task was too simple. According to his understanding, it would be a good idea to directly dispatch the entire army to unseat all the orcs' brainless eaters.
"So what's the situation with the Undergrand clan?" Snorri took a sip of wine and looked at Eric from the Helhain clan. Gotrek couldn't give him the answer he wanted for such a complicated question.
"To be honest, King Belegar faces a very difficult challenge, but fortunately, he is not as useless as the rumors say." This young man got the opportunity after being recommended by Master Nathan, and is currently in charge of working with Belegar. All aspects of the addition are connected.
The Andegrand clan's persistence in regaining their homeland has gained the respect of the clan members, but repeated failures have confirmed the fact that the level of their leaders is poor. Especially with Snorri's sudden victory over the Southland as a backdrop, their inability to conquer the Eight Peaks Mountains for thousands of years shows even more incompetence.
"After you conveyed the oracle, Belegar spent a year retreating, regrouping, and broke into the Cladro Gate two years ago. But the fortress fell for too long and the damage was too serious. When I first went I can only barely make out the outline, which is the result of their emergency repairs." Eric gestured.
"In the front, we are fighting against greenskins full of pits and valleys. In the back, we have to repair fortifications while dealing with enemies rushing out from nowhere. The tenacity of King Belegar and his men is unimaginable."
"Well, they have really seen big scenes." Snorri nodded, which made many participants look surprised.
Eric's praise for Belegar earned him a lot of criticism from his colleagues. In the eyes of Snorri's followers, only Mustache, who joined later, had not participated in the expedition, and witnessed the grace of God, would feel that the often-defeated general was somewhat capable.
"After a long period of tug-of-war, they finally took control of the entire fortress and began to try to resume production. However, the results were not great in the short term, and most of them had to rely on support from us and Tiefengbao."
"Yes, Belegar has gold in his hands, which just helps us find a buyer for our goods nearby."
"Hmph, that prodigal son is really easy to build the wealth of his ancestors!" Master Nathan suddenly muttered. "He gave too much! Hundreds of young men from Hongyun Mountain ran to him!"
"Yeah, I want to see what else he can do!"
"Didn't you also sell him a few of your favorite masterpieces?"
"I'm sorry to say that! You just had to dismantle Hongyun Mountain's city defense artillery and sell it!"
Snorri smiled and calmed down the quarreling subordinates. During his period of seclusion, due to the lack of strong leadership, changes outside of the "routine things" in the territory were inevitably met with resistance. This was considered a characteristic of dwarves.
"After establishing a foothold, King Belegar began to move the old and weak women and children of the clan. Now there are more than 3,000 people in Cladro Gate." Snorri's recognition made Eric very excited, and he reported the latest situation .
"Old, weak, women and children? It seems that he still listened to my advice." The King of the Southland stroked his beard with satisfaction. Belegar was finally not a dead wood yet.
"Your Majesty, there happens to be hundreds of immigrants in the next convoy. Can I borrow some of your troops? Those tribesmen have no ability to protect themselves in the face of danger." Gotrek took over the conversation, making it easier for him to kill people. , but the protector cannot take care of it with just an axe.
"It's okay. I heard from Bahrain that Hongyun Mountain's strength is indeed stretched thin, so isn't this bringing reinforcements? Seven hundred and fifty full-time soldiers should be able to relieve some pressure."
"By the way, when will the convoy leave?" Snorri asked as the meeting was about to end after arranging some internal affairs.
"Two days later, what happened?" Gotrek replied hurriedly.
"That's just right. Let me go and have a look. Belegar came at the behest of the ancestors and gods. It wouldn't be good if I didn't go. Add two more carts of good wine. A generous person shouldn't go empty-handed."
On the day of departure, the immigrants were flattered to see the sudden appearance of the ancestors and the majestic guards. Just after leaving home, I received both physical and spiritual protection, and the entire convoy was surrounded by devout prayers.
The ground network north of Red Cloud Mountain was seriously damaged, and it was even worse after crossing the Ember River. Fortunately, Gotrek was cutting through the thorns in front with a big ax, so there was no serious problem.
As the greenskins gradually appeared, Snorri knew that he had entered the range of the Misty Mountains. The greenskins here are still in a state of chaos, and it is not easy for this warlike race to produce a waaagh-worthy warmaster who can overwhelm all tough men.
After bypassing the main stronghold in the Misty Mountains, the convoy finally entered the Badlands. This place can be said to be a vast sea of greenskins. According to Gotrek, there are many more appearing this time than before. Fortunately, they have extra power, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
On the tenth day, a fortress carved out of a steep mountain cliff finally appeared in sight. The entire convoy breathed a sigh of relief. They had been on tenterhooks all the way, but they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
There was a rune transmitter to keep in contact. Belegar-Ironhammer had received the news of Snorri's arrival early. He opened the city gate and led his guards to welcome the distinguished guests.
"We haven't seen each other for three years, you've changed a lot!" Snorri gave Bellega a hug. Now the last bloodline of the Andergrand clan was full of hope. After receiving guidance, he was no longer confused.
"It is a great blessing for our family that the gods have returned to the mortal world!" Before Snorri could ask any more questions, the four ancestor spirits came up, and the one wearing the crown bowed deeply and spoke.
"King Loen, right?" Snorri turned and looked at these spiritual grandfathers. He was used to seeing them in the game, but it was okay. This was the first time he saw this kind of heroic spirit that only existed in legends. He praised and exclaimed from time to time. came from behind the convoy.
"Exactly. As the king, I cannot protect the land and the people, so I went to meet the gods and the ancestors without words. Please forgive me."
