"How far is His Majesty Snorri?"
"Come on, come on, brother, this is the eighth time you have asked! You know the situation of towing artillery. The road is not good and it will inevitably be slower."
Belegar-Ironhammer stood on his oath stone and paced back and forth, constantly looking towards the south. Lord Pojok and his wife were both fully clothed, and they vaguely sandwiched their anxious brother-in-law on the left and right.
"The land of my ancestors is right in front of me, how can I calm down!"
The forward troops were more than a day ahead of the central army led by Snorri. They arrived at the foot of Bafeng Mountain yesterday evening. Belgaard endured the throbbing in his heart and set up camp. Almost no dwarves rested overnight. They stood silently in front of the tent, staring at the Eight Peaks Mountain by the starlight.
"Spectacular, spectacular! It is indeed an important node of the earth, Zhong Lingyu is so beautiful! It's a pity that I imposed a ban on alcohol, otherwise I would have to drink two glasses of wine!"
In the clouds, Snorri sat behind Eltharion, watching and praising. The members of the Knights of Tar-Gavor can deal with the adult dragons in twos and twos. Now there are nine Yerys Griffins including the Storm Wings. The ancient dragons will not be able to get rid of them. They ensure that the dwarf demigods can fly around the Eight Peaks Mountain with peace of mind.
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Eltharion was precious about his words, but he still couldn't help but ask Snorri what he thought. The repeated attempts of the Undergrand clan provided long-term laughter to the elven nobles of Ulthuan, but also made everyone with pointed ears aware of how strong the Eight Peaks Mountain is.
"We are preparing for the camp step by step, and plan it slowly. We have hundreds of heavy cannons, and two giant statues. Those beasts are the ones who should be worried."
Snorri did not hesitate to explain a few words to Eltharion. After all, how strong he and his legion's fighting will are depends largely on whether his battle plan is reasonable. If he really wants to arrange for them to carry explosive packs, With the instructions from the Mist Goddess, he believed that Eltharion would retreat without hesitation.
"Let's go down. Don't be careless in the last few miles. Rats are very cunning. Who knows if there are some brave people among them."
After not getting a response from Eltharion for a long time, Snorri curled his lips and said in a cheerful tone. This "heartless" was not interested in anything other than green skins, so he probably needed to see a psychiatrist urgently.
"Let that fat guy retreat! He's back!"
In a cave under a hill not far from the slowly advancing artillery team, Ict-Claw, wearing an exoskeleton named "Steel Frame" and carrying an energy supply pack on his back, dropped the instrument in his hand. Slowly retreated into the tunnel.
Not to mention the ratmen, the greenskins all knew how terrifying the dwarf war machines were. Snorri was very defensive and never gave them the possibility of a surprise attack with a small force. As for launching a large force in the field, Iblit had no intention of doing it for them. Create opportunities.
"You're finally here! Please give me the order, let me lead the brothers to charge first!"
Seeing Snorri's flag in the distance, Belegar couldn't help but rush out of the camp gate. In terms of numbers alone, this army in history is larger than the two largest armies organized by the Anderglen clan combined, and the quality is even more meaningless. This clan that has lost its homeland has never fought like this. Rich battle.
"I am as anxious as you are, my friend. The Eight Peaks Mountain is the place most favored by the ancestral goddess. But the hatred for thousands of years is not less than two or three days. Please observe before making any decision."
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On February 2, 6975, the large army arrived at the foot of Bafeng Mountain. This place is deep in a bad land. In order to fully cope with possible variables, we did not attack the city immediately but first deployed a ten-mile company camp.
May the ancestors of the clan forgive me for one day planning a settlement for Pointy Ears. Fortunately, they are from the island and not from the forest. There has been no new hatred in recent years, otherwise they would have been destined to be butchers after the war.
I should throw them near the public toilet area, that's a good idea!
6975.2.4, today we took a helicopter to observe the situation of Bafeng Mountain from the air to formulate the final battle plan. For nearly a thousand years, members of the Andergrand clan had only entered the fortress in small groups through the secret passages left behind before. They also lacked experience in frontal attacks.
Although the exterior has become filthy, the structure of the fortress itself, facing north and south, has not changed. We cannot see the south-north leyline network from the air. All we can observe are the Silver Abyss and the King's Road in front of the main entrance of the fortress.
The King's Road leads west from the main entrance of the fortress to the foot of the mountain. In the golden age, it was only used when the army of the Eight Peaks conquered the badlands. It was large enough for twenty carriages to travel in parallel. The road carved out of a mountain was once used by the southern fortresses. proud.
On 6975.2.7, the team of Iron Breakers who went out to survey the earth network brought back news. The good part is that there are still three secret passages that were sealed during the evacuation. The bad part is that the main network connecting the north and south has been severely damaged. .
These beasts deserve to die! The grand leyline network hub is more than just a transportation facility, it is a real work of art! How could they be willing to destroy it? This crime will make them die forever!
In view of this situation, the War Council unanimously decided to use the King's Road as the main direction of attack. A large number of artillery and rune colossi may not be able to fully display their power in the dilapidated tunnel.
On 6975.2.8, the King's Road is sandwiched between Lane Rock and Nair Rock among the eight peaks. We began to survey the enemy's garrison strength on these two peaks. Only by capturing them can we effectively control the road leading to the main entrance of the fortress.
On 6975.2.9, the War Council issued a reward, and Belegar-Ironhammer promised that the most valuable warriors who brought back information would be appointed as the ranger captains of Eight Peaks Mountain. There were countless applicants at that time.
On 6875.2.11, the enemy troops occupying the two peaks must have received instructions from above. They neither retreated nor actively sought contact. They seemed to want us to attack them first and then break up the attack.
His Majesty Snorri believes that our campaign goal is too clear - to recapture Bafeng Mountain. There is no room for change. The enemy also wants to use the portal of this fortress to test our strength.
Then, as they wished, they would take down Lane Rock and Nair Rock, and transport the war machine from the King's Road to the main entrance. Compared to the door that the ancestral goddess once carved the runes with her own hands, the greenskins now use mostly drafty wooden boards. The giant god soldiers forged by the god Krag will make them regret the poor quality of the project.
On February 12, 6875, the attack began. The artillery fire from the bottom of the mountain made the poor green-skinned shooter unable to lift his head. The warriors advanced on the ground and underground, and Belegar took the lead without hesitation.
When the pressure exerted increased greatly, an interesting situation emerged between the two enemies. Instead of cooperating with each other, they seemed to be tossing each other, trying to make the other party suffer greater losses.
Isn't fifty thousand troops enough to unite the greenskins and rats against the outside world? This stupid race deserves to perish! (End of chapter)
