Agrim's enthusiasm was even higher than Snorri's. He arranged everything early the next morning and urged the departure. The road from Karak-Kaderin to Kislev City is very important and has always been under strict control, so the two set off with only the guards.
The Butcher King's guard is a unique group of armored butchers who are all members of the Dragonbeard clan. It is true that Agrim is the direct successor to the oath of King Balagore, and the clan branches are also qualified to inherit the legacy of their ancestors.
The king has the responsibilities of the king, and the guards have the responsibilities of the guards. The butchers of the Longbeard clan are willing to embrace epic death generously, and also hope to better protect their lord and create opportunities for him to kill the enemy.
"The decline of the farm is beyond my imagination. Shouldn't the southern state be the richest area in Kislev?"
After passing several villages, Snorri frowned more and more. The living standard of the villagers is not much higher than that of Bretonnia, and the proportion of men is obviously less than that of women. How can this situation be qualified for the Shield of Civilization?
"After the Great Holy War, this place has not been able to recover, and even our orders have dropped a lot. As for why, I'm afraid even the Boyes can't explain it clearly."
Agrim took out the wine bottle and took a sip. As an old-school dwarf king, it would be good to know who among the humans would take the throne and how many people there were. It would be difficult to expect him to figure out the twists and turns of internal affairs.
This team was strong and traveled lightly without any baggage. Its speed was almost twice that of the caravan. At noon on the third day, the city of Kislev appeared in Snorri's eyes.
"I've heard stories about this place more than a thousand times, and today I finally got to see it!"
Looking up at the giant city in the distance and then looking down at the tundra beneath his feet, Snorri stamped his feet and sighed. It was here more than a hundred years ago that the coalition forces of Order, led by Magnus the Pious, defeated the third Everchosen in a bloody battle.
As the coalition forces approached, Praag, the most important fortress in northern Kislev, had been destroyed, and the Chaos army surrounded the city. Magnus knew that there was no chance of a head-on confrontation with the Demon Army, so he came up with a simple but effective tactic that had been proven numerous times - detouring behind enemy lines and attacking from both sides.
Traditionally, the troops responsible for bypassing the rear should be cavalry with high mobility. However, the situation at that time was that the troops from the High Elves and Bretonnia were not enough, and the Chaos forces had control of the air. Under such conditions, mobilizing troops on a large scale on the plains was undoubtedly asking for death.
Fortunately, the city of Kislev is backed by mountains, so it can use the network of ley lines and the complex terrain in the mountains as cover. As the co-owner of the mountains, King Orrickson took over the task of bypassing the rear. In order to speed up, they abandoned most of their artillery.
Magnus wants to command the frontal troops to entangle the army of the Eternal Chosen, attracting their attention to create opportunities for the dwarves while reducing the defensive pressure on Kislev City. Both quantity and quality were at a disadvantage, and everyone knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
In the thousands of years after the Age of Mourn, the dwarf army was accustomed to relying on fortresses and heavy artillery for defensive operations, but this time they had to take the initiative after a forced march.
The warriors rushed out of the tunnel and caught Chaos off guard, but they did not collapse at the first touch - this was the team chosen by the Eternal Gods, and even the weakest predators became crazy and bloodthirsty under the illumination of the four gods' marks.
The battle was extremely difficult. Without artillery, the warriors could only use their flesh and blood to fight against the deformed minions of Chaos and the mountains of behemoths. In order to destroy the demon army's defense line as soon as possible, the late King Orrickson stood on the throne of power and led all the elites to launch charges again and again.
Led by Agrim's father, countless butchers served as the vanguard to find their deaths. The elite of the Drazkrad clan were wiped out, and even High King Orikson was seriously injured.
Finally, when the front line was retreating steadily under the impact of the elite gods, the dwarves paid a huge price and finally defeated the rear defense. The Chaos army fell into chaos. The Tsar in Kislev seized the opportunity and led all the men and women who could still fight out of the city.
Under attack from three sides, the Chaos army showed its decline. As Magnus used his rune fangs to cut off Asava-Kul's head, the huge demonic army collapsed. As they fled north, the dwarves behind them were implicated, and Thorgrin was carried all the way to the Norscan dwarf settlement.
"Hmm!"
Shaking his head to free himself from the memory of the martyrs, Snorri continued to move forward in stride. Everyone in the world believes that the victory of the Great Holy War will bring peace for more than a thousand years, but only a few know that with the weakening of the Maelstrom, the frequency of the birth of the Eternal Chosen will also be greatly accelerated.
"This chaotic castle town is comparable to the castles of the Bretonnian Dukes. The condition of the city wall itself is even worse! The upper level has some problems in being able to accept all this."
The appearance of the city of Kislev would make a dwarf designer with high professional ethics wash his eyes. The damage left by the war has not been properly repaired. It can only be said that the building materials are piled together in a sloppy manner. It is not leaking or not. Know.
As the team passed through the castle town, Snorri could feel many malicious spies in the dark, but no one dared to take any actual action. It was the consensus of the old world that dwarves with orange hair crowns on their heads were extremely difficult to mess with.
"The city entrance tax is one silver coin per person! Dwarves? Why are they here to join in the fun?"
Under the city gate, a group of guards wearing felt robes and half-body armor were noisily searching for the money of merchants. When they saw the large group of dwarves, their eyes twitched repeatedly in greed and doubt.
"His Majesty Agrim, the lord of Karak-Kadrin and the scourge of giants, is here, please get out of the way!"
The captain of Agrim's guard stepped forward and shouted loudly. The name of the Butcher King was extremely loud in the human society in the north. Without crusaders to compete for work, butchers would occupy the heroic role in bedtime stories.
The village elders all know that if you are attacked by a large monster that cannot be dealt with, it is more reliable to find a dwarf butcher than to find a lord who is eager to break the bones of his people and suck out the marrow. A large portion of barbecue and a barrel of good wine will be enough reward.
"My master said that he is doing something big. Let's go directly to the tribe's settlement area to find him."
After entering the city, Snorri felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and his subconscious told him that it had something to do with Master Krag. After passing through several forks, the familiar dwarf-style buildings were right under the city wall.
"Your Majesty Agrim! Have you heard about that? Please come in quickly. If I remember correctly, this is the third time I'm here to beat you to the throne!"
The elders of the settlement received the news and came out. Agrim looked around and frowned slightly. He found that the settlement was under martial law.
(End of chapter)
