The army under his command was advancing steadily towards Bafeng Mountain. Snorri sat in his tent and compiled the news from the forwards and more forward scouts. How is the situation in Bafeng Mountain? How many enemies are there, and are there any new reinforcements? All these must be analyzed and judged by himself.
"Beep beep beep!"
While he was busy, one of the several encrypted transmitters in his safe rang. The disturbed dwarf king mumbled while opening the box and guessing who was contacting him.
"Teclis? Now that we are meeting, what does he want to do? Isn't he trying to trick someone from somewhere?"
After interpreting the message, Snorri frowned, but considering his plan after regaining the Eight Peaks Mountain and Teclis' key position, he responded quickly.
"Long time no see, Lord Tigris, you, oh? You seem to be about to break through? Congratulations, at over three hundred years old, you are considered a peerless genius among you, no, elves!"
Finding an excuse to sneak out of the camp, Snorri made his way to a barren mountain and met the Archmage. A trace of extraordinary power radiated from his body, which was obviously a sign that he had not fully grasped the authority.
"Haha, if it were anyone else, I would take it as a compliment, but you are the only exception. During the Great Holy War, I fought side by side with your fathers and ancestors. At that time, my magic power reached the pinnacle of the mortal world."
Holding Lilith's Moon Staff and looking Snorri up and down, Teclis's thoughts seemed to drift back to the bloody battle against the Eternal Chosen. As one of the only insiders to the weakening of the Maelstrom, he was burdened with Enormous pressure.
"Well, I have been searching hard for more than a hundred years before I can stand in front of the door. This is quite lucky. My brother reached the peak of mortal life earlier than me, and he still has no idea about authority."
"Prince Tyrion is different from the two of us. There is no support from the gods behind us. It does take more effort to rely solely on oneself."
"Haha, if I have the support of the gods, I'm afraid you will be treated like they do!"
Tigris smiled. The two meetings at Plateau Castle and the Tower of the Rising Sun on the way to Cathay gave him a clearer understanding of the speed at which Snorri's strength was improving.
A guy who has just reached the pinnacle of mortal life and has not solidified his foundation yet takes power and becomes a demigod after sneaking back from Cathay? Tigris couldn't help but wonder what kind of opportunity Snorri had gotten in the ancient east.
"Haha, you didn't come to me just to show off your strength and progress, right? The ugly thing is ahead, if someone sees our meeting, I will really have to use the Storm Hammer to greet you!"
This time it was Snorri's turn to laugh awkwardly. It should be said that Teddy's sixth sense was really very sharp. He really wanted to make a face, but it was not a god's but a demigod's real dragon.
"The war is imminent. Although you have a strong army, the Skaven and Greenskins relying on Eight Peaks Mountain are not at your mercy. I think you may be open to some additional reinforcements."
"Additional reinforcements? You? That would be an honor for me and for the entire Mountain."
Snorri raised his brows and his attitude suddenly improved. Teclis was good at large-scale war spells and was a good hand at killing weak soldiers. No dwarf who had participated in the great holy war would deny this.
"Me? Thank you for your respect, but counting your brothers and sisters, there are more than five Doomsday Anvils in the camp, right? Standing with you, I can summon a fireball with Ten Thousand Flames, which is pretty good. "
The Doomsday Anvil was a key treasure against the elven mage group in the Battle of Long Beard. One piece can significantly restrain the magical wind on the battlefield. It is unbearable for so many demigod spellcasters gathered together. It is said that half the result is half the result for Tai. Gris's "Arcane Conductor" talent face.
"What do you mean? Is Prince Tyrion coming?"
"No, it's not him either. Have you heard of Eltharion, Prince of the Kingdom of Yrys and Warden of Tal-Yris?"
"Prison leader? Can you command him? Didn't you say that even Phoenix King Fenuba can't command him?"
Of course Snorri knew Eltharion - not because he was turned into ashes by Alkhan, but the feat of successfully evacuating after leading the team to attack Naggaros was enough for him to take a top position in the War Council of the Phoenix Court. .
"Ever since the disaster caused by Gollum, he doesn't even want to see me, my old friend who studied in Saffre. But there is someone who can command him, the patron saint of the Kingdom of Iris - Lady Radlili of the Mist. "
"It's Lily again? Why do I have a bad feeling?" Snorri rubbed his beard and muttered to himself, while Teclis continued to talk on his own.
"He is the protector of all things hidden or lost, and the protector of travelers in the wilderness. His presence is most felt in the mists of Yris, and the people there believe in him devoutly."
"So? He is very familiar with the one on the head of your wand? But even if I promise this time, he can't make it, right? My forwards are almost at the foot of the Eight Peaks Mountain."
"You are right, the Lady of Mists and the Lady of Dreams are close allies. As for the issue of time, Eltharion and his army are in the Badlands right now. After completely clearing the greenskins in Ulthuan, he thinks it is time Set out to wipe this filthy race from the face of the world."
"Interesting, what do they want? How many troops does Elsharion have? Don't just have a small team and let me spend all my time trying to convince my people to accept it."
Although more hands would be better, Snorri was in no hurry to accept it. In his original plan, he hoped to persuade Lilith to issue an oracle to regain the Eight Peaks Mountain as a chivalric war in order to gain more power from Bretonnia.
But considering that during the governance process after the recovery of the Southland, he allowed his subordinates to suppress the belief in the Lake God, which was considered to be half of him. In addition, Dieter IV stepped down and the relationship with the empire was restored. This time Bretonnia will Start with worldly relationships only.
He had already accepted his affection without Lilith standing in the way, and now that the fight was about to begin, he even sent Tigris to come and offer help. Is he so kind?
"My old friend led an expeditionary force of nearly two thousand people. The Mist Walkers of the Kingdom of Yris are the toughest mixed infantry. And as far as I know, you like the air force, but the air force at hand today is relatively weak. , Yris's griffins are the most powerful and tall in all of Ulthuan, and Eltharion has brought the most elite Knights of Tar-Gavor."
"Interesting, interesting, what do I need to pay?"
"What they ask for is really very little. It's just a treasure in the treasure house of Eight Peaks Mountain, Caledor's Silver Dragon Horn. You have the right to control the spoils, and it's just a matter of effort to get it."
(End of chapter)
