No new fortresses have been built in the dwarf nations since the Dark Ages, but fortunately, many of the tribesmen who came to the Southland to seek life have worked in human society and also have rich construction experience.
Snorri asked to reserve a port location. Even if the lizardmen on the east coast of the Southern World Edge Mountains would not easily break the agreement, it would be good to make more preparations.
"These greenskins are scared out of their wits, warriors of the Andegron clan! Go after them, chop off their dirty heads, and earn some interest from the eternal hatred!"
After a short rest, Snorri waited for Belegar's cooperating troops. When formulating the plan, perhaps in order to show his strength and gain more say in the cooperation after the passage was opened, Belegar insisted on sending troops to assist Southland and Iron Peak Castle.
Seeing his firm attitude and eagerness to fight, and considering that the situation in Cladromen was indeed relatively stable, Snorri and Kazric agreed to his request at that time.
King Loen-Iron Hammer insisted on taking charge of Snorri's side. The last master of the Eight Peaks Mountain Fortress stood in the center of the battlefield, waving the same virtual war hammer to attack the surrounding enemies crazily.
When he discovered that the chops and smashes in his hands went directly through the spirit body, causing almost no damage, the comrades around him fell one after another, and even the big orcs were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders split.
"Cause fear and frighten the enemy. My stone statue form should have the same effect."
The Ancestral Heroic Spirits were very good at dealing with the green-skinned ones who mainly attacked physical attacks. Snorri had no chance to make a move, so he could only stroke his beard and plunder the formation with peace of mind. In the game, these two effects often appear at the same time, and their effect is to cause all enemy units to suffer leadership penalties and cause their melee targets to collapse in a short period of time.
"Your Majesty, your anvil of doom is glowing!"
Just as he was wondering where to go next, the new captain of the Anvil Guard called out.
"Where is the news? Hongyun Mountain? Eternal Peak or Haimen Pass?"
Snorri's heart trembled. He was currently on an expedition. If it wasn't an emergency, no one would contact him through the communication runes. It's annoying enough to get a phone call in the middle of a game, let alone an anvil in the middle of a battlefield.
"Cladromon, calling for help, rat!" The message was sent very briefly.
"Stop chasing, stop the team! Bring me the map!" Snorri yelled. He hurriedly replied "Received" and spread out the map to assess the situation. "There are still a hundred kilometers to go. There are greenskins along the way, and there may also be resistance from the ratmen."
"Who's over there on the Northern Front?"
"Drama, the ancestor of Hammerfist, led the same troops as here!" The King of the Southland's question was answered.
"That's two ancestral spirits plus a thousand men. Apart from the artillery crew, Belegar only has a few hundred capable soldiers." Snorri licked his lips. Although the order came suddenly, his troops quickly gathered back.
"It will take at least two days of forced march to get there. Human Zaizi and Xiaohei need to rest. They are far less tough than the Sons of the Mountains!"
Gotrek's voice was a little hoarse from the continuous majestic battle cry. While he was cleaning his axe, he loaded his organ gun one by one. Having made more than 20 trips on this route, his experience is credible.
"But without the assistance of other races, our breakthrough speed will be limited." Eric was relatively conservative. "But what about Iron Peak Castle? They may be very close to Cladro Gate."
"They are farther away than us." Snorri shook his head. He had always kept in touch with Thorik Ironbrow. "Based on this, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Belegar to hold on until the reinforcements arrive."
"Altman, fill up the helicopter with fuel. We have to use that plan."
"This, this is too risky, my majesty! Delivery ability..." No matter how enterprising he is, the engineer born in Haimen Pass is still a dwarf after all, and he can't help but dissuade him from the completely unprecedented approach.
"Do you have any better way? If not, then do as I say!"
News of the attack on Cladromen spread throughout the military along with the order, and everyone realized the seriousness of the problem. Soon eight helicopters and members of the Demon-Slaying Brotherhood gathered together.
"Get in the gondola, the last bloodline of the Andergrand clan is waiting for us!"
Snorri pointed to the manned platform connected to the bottom of the helicopter. The captain, Venerable Xu, looked at each other when he heard this. Crossing the ocean was already a challenge to the sons of the mountains, but flying into the sky was beyond their acceptance.
"May the ancestral gods and His Majesty Snorri bless us!"
"Granny's beard, don't let this thing fall down."
"We had nothing before, but at least we had solid ground under our feet..."
Although these elite veterans complained and muttered, they carried out the seemingly deviant orders to the letter. After them, Gotrek Greinison and King Loen also squeezed into the basket.
"I leave it to you, the large army, to get to Cladro Gate as soon as possible, but be careful of possible ambush on the way!"
Finally, after giving some instructions to the generals from different races, Snorri also squeezed in. In order to reduce weight, he did not choose to equip the Anvil Guard with meteorite armor or carry his own Anvil of Doom.
"Set off!"
"Buzz buzz!"
The rotors rotated rapidly, and eight helicopters took off at the same time. Due to the extra load, they adjusted in the air for a while before flying towards the north.
"War, how is the war going?"
In the shade of the fortress's outer wall, Quark Headhunter carefully polished his warpstone warblade.
"The piles of short piles piled up in the alley are difficult to chew!" A strong storm rat with many scars on its body reported to its superiors.
"Normal, this, this is the value he should have." Quick nodded. He had fought Belegar several times in the Eight Peaks Mountain before, and he knew the power of the Holy Hammer and the difficulty of the ancestors' spirits.
"We blocked, blocked back three waves of messengers asking for help. Those little ones with short legs couldn't run away!"
Storm Rat went on to say that this is the key to victory that Skaven concluded thousands of years ago. As long as the connection with the outside world is cut off, it is only a matter of time before no matter how strong the fortress is, it will fall.
"Yes, yes!" Quirk put his two war blades together in front of his chest, and then made a cross slash out of thin air. Listening to the sweet sound of breaking wind, the strongest mouse of the Moss clan moved his neck twice.
"Let, let those bad guys charge first, charge! But, just warn them, Belegar, Belegar's head only belongs to Quik!"
Listening to the intensive sound of gunfire, the clash of weapons and the loud voices of the dwarves inside the wall, Quick knew it was not yet time for him to take action.
