After Maze Dracrip officially took office as the High Lord of Eagle's Nest Mountain, the special envoy of the Troll Crusade Alliance, specially named by the Kingdom of Alterac and specially sponsored by the Barov family, officially submitted a formal request for alliance to the High Lord. Documents.
Previously, the Wildhammer dwarves in Eagle's Nest Mountain had been making trouble about choosing a leader, and they didn't care what the humans were doing. After the dust settled, a bunch of muscular dwarfs finally remembered the three things they did in their daily lives - drinking, fighting, and beating up trolls. So the temporary covenant was successfully signed.
The Hinterlands is located in the plateau area, with an average altitude of more than 1,500 meters. There is sufficient sunlight, but the temperature is low, and the dwarfs only start their spring plowing in late March. Therefore, the covenant stipulates that Eagle Nest Mountain will provide one hundred non-combatants such as guides and blacksmiths to the coalition forces in advance to help the coalition forces consolidate their camps and become familiar with the environment; after the busy spring plowing in mid-April, the dwarves will dispatch no less than 400 ground troops Participate in the coalition's military attack on the trolls, and supplies will be provided by the coalition; the coalition will place an order for weapons and military supplies of no less than 1,000 gold coins to the Wildhammer tribe in Eagle's Nest Mountain, and promise to give the Wildhammer dwarves more than 2,000 pounds of grain for free as an alliance Gift. At the same time, the Great Lord of Eagle's Nest Mountain, Mez Delacrip, privately promised that if necessary, the Eagle's Nest Mountain Storm Cavalry Regiment (Griffin Knights Legion) could provide paid air support to the coalition forces.
The two parties reached a consensus on future cooperation in a cordial and friendly atmosphere.
"These dwarfs look loyal on the outside, but are treacherous on the inside!" Carlos felt that he could no longer blindly trust the information he had obtained in his previous life.
Where has the promise of unparalleled loyalty and dwarf Song Jiang gone?
Where did the iron barbarian who promised to spare wealth go?
Where has the muscle-brained dwarf gone?
Where did the bad temper go?
If you haven’t had in-depth contact before, you still don’t realize that these dwarf lords don’t have a fuel-efficient lamp. Metz Delacrip is even more of an old bastard, with the appearance of a proper feudal bureaucrat. character of.
"It is said that strong sunlight and year-round exposure to the sun and wind create the dark skin of the Wildhammer dwarves. I think it comes from the heart. As dark as the heart is, so dark is the face." On the way back to the coalition camp, The dwarves sang and sang along the way, with the missionary guards leading the way. Carlos couldn't help but slander the Wildhammer dwarves of Eyrie Mountain behind their backs.
"Cooperation should be mutually beneficial. There is no reason to take advantage without suffering losses. If we can get steel and supplies from the dwarves, our logistics pressure will be much less, and the supply team can also save transportation capacity to transport more food and grass to the front line. We It's not a loss." Biglas took it lightly and understood the dwarves' choice very well. Stromgarde itself also planned to send troops to join the coalition to attack the deadwood trolls in the Arathi Highlands.
"Well, 2,000 pounds of grain in exchange for 100 guides and tinkerers is not a loss. We will also take care of the next 400 rice buckets. This business is really profitable. Can we really arrange for those dwarf uncles to lead the charge? Metz? "It's okay for that old guy Dracrip to send four hundred gryphon knights. We don't lack four hundred short-legged heavy infantry." Carlos still felt that the Wildhammer dwarves' wishful thinking was too loud. .
"My friend, don't think that our coalition forces really have an overwhelming numerical advantage over the trolls. And don't think that this war can end without any twists and turns. As an excellent commander, he will never despise what he has in his hands. There are too many chips. Four hundred elite dwarf warriors are already a very terrifying force, and you negotiated them, didn't they?" Bigras seemed to have a hidden meaning when he was instructing Carlos. What did he say, but he didn't seem to say anything.
"There are four hundred gryphon cavalry, we can push them all the way." Carlos pretended not to understand.
"We have spent so many days in Erice Peak and Eagle's Nest Mountain, and we have a general understanding of the number of dwarves in Eagle's Nest Mountain." Biglas didn't care whether Carlos really didn't understand or pretended not to understand, it was just a mention anyway. , and don’t say much.
"Between five thousand and seven thousand." Carlos, as Alex's carefully cultivated successor, naturally knew how to estimate the population through various intelligence.
"The population base is so large. It's unclear whether there are 400 gryphon cavalry in the Hinterlands in total. I've given them all the support to you. Who will guard the Eagle's Nest Mountain?" Biglas handed Carlos a rolled-up knife. Cigarette, continued: "And after seeing how much griffins eat, we can't afford it."
"That's true." Carlos hesitated, then lit it. (Cigarettes are sealed with saliva, wrapped up, rolled into rolls, shaken, and licked. The flavor is not the same as filter cigarettes, but the style of smoking is the same.
"So what are you complaining about? The Carlos Barros I know is not such a short-sighted person." After a period of contact, Biglas completely forgot that Carlos was still a minor who had just turned fifteen. There are friends of the same age.
"Mainly a sense of disillusionment." Carlos thought for a while and answered.
"Huh?" Biglas didn't quite understand.
"The dwarves in storybooks are not like this..." Carlos explained.
"Hahahaha." Biglas couldn't hold it back anymore, and he laughed so hard that he rolled forward and back.
"My little friend, you know, in Stromgarde, I am also a person in the story. By chance, I heard a few children discussing the story. I had no errands that day, so I eavesdropped on their conversation out of boredom. In the end, I shouted Only after I found out the name did I realize that the god-like figure they were talking about was me, Biglas Bertone." Biglas smiled enough and said to Carlos seriously, "Little friend, you are destined to be the same in the future. Become a character in the story.”
"Hey, I understand, Uncle Biglas, I just have the feeling that fairy tales are all lies." Carlos explained.
"Well, you are too young. I almost forgot that you are still a minor. Put out your cigarette." Biglas noticed something was wrong.
"Why can't I remember when I gave it to me?" Taking a deep breath and slowly blowing out a few smoke rings, Carlos gave the bad uncle a sideways look.
After a safe journey back to the coalition camp, the solid log fence and watchtower have been completed, and about five square kilometers of virgin forest have been shaved flat by soldiers and craftsmen.
After informing General Odrun and the noble knights about the results of the envoy, Biglas Bertone left to see his son first. As for arranging accommodation for the dwarves, Carlos certainly didn't need to do it.
"Uncle Fang Brick, I have no questions to ask along the way, what is Seedorf's gift of thanks for repaying your life-saving grace?" Carlos asked Fang Bian in the tent.
"Some rare gems and magic-friendly metals." Brick replied.
"Then the 100 gold coins you borrowed were..." Carlos smiled maliciously.
"Seedorf Tempered Iron Felt is the best blacksmith in Eagle's Nest Mountain. The enemy agreed to reforge your mithril one-handed sword into a two-handed heavy sword. The materials alone cost more than 100 gold coins. , you still have the nerve to ask me for money?" Fang Bian looked like he wanted money without talking.
"..." Carlos suddenly remembered something, and his whole face collapsed instantly.
"What's wrong?" Fang Bian asked curiously.
"I'm so stupid, really." Carlos muttered as he lowered his head.
"So what happened?" Fang Bian became even more curious.
"My sword is a magic weapon! Mother's illusion enchanting light material costs more than 300 gold coins!" Carlos, who was so confused, finally thought about what was wrong.
ps1: The protagonist is about to acquire the first purple weapon in his life.
ps2: Regardless of violent combat or defensive combat, there is always a heart for weapons.
ps3: The taste of cigarettes is indeed not as good as that of filters, but the rolling process is really stylish. As for cigars, they taste better unlit than lit.
ps4: It is said that smoking is harmful to health. The author was so frightened that he quickly clicked on it to calm down his shock.
