6876.4.10, the day of the decisive battle has finally arrived, and no matter which clan is busy building troops and horses. The King's Road was briefly renovated, and the cannons were harnessed to traction horses and rune guards.
His Majesty Snorri issued a ban on alcohol and a curfew for tonight. At the same time, in order to avoid the leakage of information, he asked all generals who knew the specific plan to rest in the central military tent.
Admittedly, this approach is somewhat uncomfortable and not very traditional, but it has to be said that it is based on several lessons of hatred.
It's called rest, but who can really sleep? Most people close their eyes and rest their minds. Everyone knows that such a large-scale army cannot be maintained forever, and where to go depends on tomorrow.
As we get older, the sewers will inevitably become clogged. I need to go and sort it out. This will be a good meal! How to build a temporary camping toilet is a big question, but fortunately I have a lot of research on it.
"Old man, what do you want to do?"
"What to do? Retake Bafeng Mountain! Otherwise? I came here on my mother's orders."
After sorting things out, I was about to go back to the big tent when I suddenly heard a conversation coming from the back door of the camp not far away. The vigorous voice among them seemed vaguely familiar to me, but for a while I couldn't remember which old friend it was.
"Your mother? Which living ancestor?"
"It's a pity that you are still a little late. His Majesty Snorri has just issued a curfew, but there is still a chance to attend the celebration banquet!"
As I got closer, I understood the guard's confusion. The visitor looked like an old man, wearing a dusty cloak and carrying a large package. There was nothing particularly outstanding about him.
"Can you please go in and inform me? Just say that the traveler who sent the reminder from the Gray Mountains wanted to see him."
"This, this, do you have any tokens?"
"His Majesty Snorri is busy with military affairs. Perhaps there is anyone else who can prove your identity?"
"Hmph! Others? They are all little guys who can't tie up their beards! What was the name of the one who was with Snorri that time? I can't even name him!"
The old man seemed a little impatient. His cloak swayed slightly as his body swayed, revealing a faint hint of white! It was this touch of white that saved me from nightmares on countless nights. I swear I will never see it wrong!
"Great character..."
I picked up my pants and ran towards the camp gate. He made a silent gesture to me, and then glanced sideways at the dim place outside the camp where the lights could not shine. Obviously he noticed the existence of enemy spies and didn't want to expose his arrival!
"You, you are from the Horn Castle, right? I'm not too late this time!"
The great Grim Brindel remembers me! I can’t remember exactly what I said to the guard. I only remember that I suppressed the excitement in my heart and strode forward to lead him to the camp.
"Who is this?"
"Could it be?"
"Praise the great white-bearded ancestor!"
As soon as he entered the tent, he took off his hood, revealing his beautiful beard and majestic face that had been repeatedly praised in countless epics. As he said, it was the first time for most of the people present to see this eternal legend of the mountains. His Majesty Snorri opened the barrier to limit the cheers in the big tent.
"You are here, great Grim Brindel, please take your seat! The whole army has been waiting for you! As a junior, I will inevitably be unable to command such a large army, so I ask for your advice."
His Majesty Snorri invited him to his seat, and the white dwarf was not polite. After sitting down, he took out a wine glass from the package and knocked it gently on the table.
"Get my Jubilee Diamond!"
Even after pouring a whole barrel of wine, the small wine glass was not full. This was a coming-of-age gift given to him by the ancestral goddess. It was enough to hold a lake of water, so that his youngest son could drink endless amounts of wine.
"You did a good job. Humility is a rare virtue, but you don't have to go too far. There are some different faces here. Cooperation with foreign countries is a good thing, but you should keep in mind the lessons I learned from my ignorance!"
The white dwarf took a swig like a whale sucking water. His sharp eyes flashed across the faces of the humans and the pointed elf leaders, and many of them shrank their necks.
"Don't blame me for being late. Just take a look. I've been stuck at the foot of Camelback Mountain a few days ago. The dirty rats want to unite with the traitors from the Dark Land to cause trouble for you. I can kill them all." The two families can’t find another messenger!”
As he spoke, he took out a pile of letter paper and slapped it on the table. His Majesty Snorri picked it up and looked at it, and his expression changed greatly. It was obviously true.
"Now?"
"That grinning clan couldn't contact the rebels. It's probably because the Thirteenth Council urged them to do something urgent, and they launched an army alone a few days ago. I tried to kill their leader, but he was cunning enough, and he escaped with his life."
"Blessed are the armies, blessed are the mountains!"
His Majesty Snorri praised, and we don't know it. The rat reinforcements can't move faster than the demigods. They can only collect the corpses when they arrive!
"Stop being polite! This is the place where I was born. I think you also need me and my ax to do something. Let us work together in the name of my father and my mother to return Bafeng Mountain to the embrace of the mountains!"
"Haha, there really is. I have a team of people to carry out the most critical mission. It was originally entrusted to Prince Gragrim of Butcher's Castle and my brother. If you are willing to take the lead, then everything will be safe!"
"As long as you can't leave by yourself, don't you have a man named Gotrek under your command? It's rare for Second Dad to praise anyone!"
"He cut off the right claw of the Moss clan before, so he will definitely be focused on there. If he doesn't appear on the front battlefield, Mouse will inevitably become suspicious. The same goes for me, Belega, and King Cazador."
"Well, it seems I was right to hide my whereabouts!"
The remaining conversation between the White Dwarf and His Majesty Snorri could not be remembered clearly. His arrival swept away the previous solemnity, and even the humans who had heard his legendary stories became excited. He participated in the settlement of countless hatreds and could not sing. over!
At dawn, the logistics troops began to cook. They needed to replenish sufficient physical fitness before the war. Two elite troops are quietly gathering. They are composed of the most elite iron-breaking warriors, butchers and engineers. They want to arrive at the designated location in advance.
Grim Brindel put on his cloak again, but the extremely respectful attitude of the two leaders made many tribesmen guess some clues. Whether he would participate in the decisive battle or not has been a topic of discussion in the camp these days.
After this team left, the human cavalry also set off. The area of the square in front of the fortress is limited and not enough for the horses to use. Their task is to advance along the mountains and chase the fleeing enemies.
Finally, the sun broke through the clouds and mists in the badlands, and His Majesty Snorri stood on his anvil of doom, facing the assembled army with the Book of Great Hatred in hand.
(End of chapter)
