The Skaven were quickly defeated, and without their leader, the Stormvermin of Clan Mors would not be any braver than their inferior cousins. The dwarves' pursuit was halted briefly, after all, the strength of the Cladromen was now very limited.
"If you and your warriors hadn't arrived in time, we would have really been in trouble! Leave it to my people to clean up the battlefield. Although this place is remote, there is a lot of fine wine in the warehouse to soothe our throats."
After the team returned to the city, Belega took Snorri to express his gratitude. The time traveler is also in a very good mood. The generals and gods of war in the Iron Triangle of Bafeng Mountain have been consecrated one after another, so there will be no huge obstacles for the rightful owner around him to regain his homeland.
"It's not time to relax yet, my dear friend! Although the leading rat has died under the warrior's axe, the remaining bandits are still harassing the mountains!" Snorri put his hand on Belegar's shoulder. I don't plan to just let the rat go back to the mountain.
"King Kazador and his men will block the northern passage, and my people will prevent them from escaping south." The movements of the rat people are not difficult to guess. The rats who have lost most of their leaders cannot organize anything thousands of miles away. The Leap Forward is nothing more than everyone going back to their respective homes.
"Then these parts are under your command!" Belegar started to feel dizzy as he looked at the paths on the big map. So far, his combat career has revolved around one main theme - rushing into a fortress and then trying to hold it, Eight Peaks Mountain So it is with Cladromen.
Entrusting Troni to contact his own army and the Iron Peak Castle army, Snorri called Gotrek. Based on the analysis of the strength Quick showed just now, he should not be able to defeat the future God of War of Bafeng Mountain if he maintains his dwarf form.
"Fortunately, my Majesty!"
Due to the wound on his back, Gotrek could only bow slightly. He did not participate in the pursuit but accepted the wound bandage. There was not much joy on the young man's face, but instead a look of relief.
No one except Snorri himself knows the great significance of Quark. In the eyes of the tribe, it is natural that the champion warrior of Snorri, the plague expeller and demigod killer, can kill a rat warlord in a single fight. of.
"You, uh, just received the grace of the God of War Grimnir?" The time traveler twisted his neck and asked tentatively.
"Yes." Gotrek nodded calmly. Snorri was stunned when he heard this. He was busy accepting the information behind the short answer and did not reply for a long time.
"Isn't this supposed to be the case? Or am I letting you down by saying it so late?" Gotrek looked up and saw a strange expression on the faces of the ancestors. He scratched his head awkwardly with his right hand.
"First Evolution"
"What? You know that too?"
The Dwarf King frowned. Mr. Gao would become the Chosen One of Grimnir - the most failed butcher. He would carry a big ax and chop down creatures including but not limited to giant demons, giant dragons and other creatures on the road to death. In theory, this matter Only you know it.
"Well, I've heard a little bit about it, I guess." Gotrek's Adam's apple twitched twice, as if he needed to prepare the next words before he spoke them.
"The long-bearded elders say that the ancestors and gods are always watching you, and Grim Brindel has also been by your side. There should be someone among the people who follow you who can be recognized by them. I, the scapegoat I was promoted by you to be the flag officer, eh.
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Before Mr. Gao finished speaking, Snorri finally understood. Since the ancestral gods "responded" to themselves one after another, the entire mountain kingdom was looking forward to someone else receiving divine grace, and the one who was widely considered to be the seeded player was therefore under some pressure.
Compared to elders such as Master Krag who have been famous for a long time, Gotrek is more favored by rumors because of his junior qualifications, mistakes, etc.
"Anyway, I want to congratulate you. The revival of the mountains is indispensable without your efforts!" Snorri gave his men a glass of beer, which was of great benefit to him. As long as the news is released, the King of the Southland can already foresee a scenario where a large number of talents will join his ranks.
In the next half month, helicopter formations patrolled the skies of the Southern Badlands to monitor the movements of the fleeing rat people at all times. Snorri is based at the Cladro Gate, relying on communication runes to maintain contact with the north and south lines and exchange intelligence.
The defeated rat army was horrified to find that this time it was no longer the dwarves who were being toyed with by their own side because of their slow movement speed, and they pursued them one after another. Somehow, they were able to continuously block their escape routes and set up ambushes.
After several interceptions, the expedition rats, who lost their leadership and became disoriented, were disorganized. Considering that there are green-skinned warbands waiting for them on the road behind them except for supplies, it can be said that the fate of these guys has been doomed.
"King Kazador and Master Thorik-Ironbrow are about to arrive, please make arrangements to make preparations." Two days after his main force arrived at Cladro Gate, Snorri received news of the Iron Peak Castle army.
The hatred between this lonely southern fortress and the Moss clan occupies a large part of their book of hatred. In order to annihilate the group of elite Storm Rats who wanted to escape back to Eight Peaks Mountain, King Kazador spent more time.
"Your Majesty Snorri! I almost plucked out my beard just to look forward to today! May the ancestors and gods protect you and our mountains forever!"
The army of Iron Peak Castle was approaching from afar. Khazador Dragon Slayer was at the front of the team, followed by his old acquaintance Thorik Ironbrow and his Anvil of Doom.
The army at Iron Peak Castle looked neat and tidy, and the battles with the greenskins and ratmen along the way did not cause them much loss. Among the dwarf kings, he ranks among the top three for being good at fighting. Together with his rune master, he is enough to defeat most opponents.
Snorri and Belegar stepped forward to meet him. The King of the Southland was surprised to find that the Lord of Iron Peak Castle was quite tall, more than half a head taller than himself and Belegar. At the same time, his figure is not as round as is common among dwarves but is relatively lean.
"Greetings to you, Your Majesty Kazador."
Snorri's attitude was relatively low. The King of Iron Peak Castle was older than Thorgrim. As one of the few dragon slayers among contemporary dwarves, his combat prowess was widely recognized.
"Bellega, you have grown a lot since the last time we met!"
Kazador looked at Belega again. Iron Peak Castle was very close to the Eight Peaks Mountain. The royal family there had supported the expeditions of the Andegrand clan for generations. It could be said that they had a deep relationship.
"That was His Majesty Snorri who guided me on their behalf!"
Belegar said a few words of humility, and then he led the army of Iron Peak Castle to the prearranged camp. After arranging food and accommodation, the three kings went to the meeting hall on the upper floor of the Cladro Gate.
"Please!"
"Wherever you are, you have to sit in the middle for both emotion and reason!"
Snorri and King Cazador bowed their seats.
