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The underground tunnels were the masterpiece of the dwarves. It could be traced back to thousands of years ago. During the heyday of the dwarves, the Human Empire's Emperor Charlemagne and the Supreme Dwarf King Cazadni made an agreement. The plains and hills on the continent belonged to the humans, while the mountains, wastelands, plateaus, and many other terrains that were not suitable for human habitation belonged to the dwarves. Humans and dwarves had a close relationship. Any human who came to the dwarves' country would be warmly welcomed, and dwarves who came to the Human Empire would also be entertained by the local nobles.
Therefore, when the dwarves were in their heyday, they built a huge project. By building countless underground tunnels, they connected most of the mountain ranges in the world. Thanks to the huge underground tunnels, the dwarves' footsteps spread all over the world, creating a brilliant civilization.
Until the appearance of the Green Dwarfs.
The appearance of the Green Dwarfs brought a heavy disaster to the dwarves. The result of the war that lasted for hundreds of years was that the dwarves collectively retreated to the Ridge of the World. Even the Dwarven Court's Eternity Peak fell in the hands of the Green Dwarfs. The underground tunnels that were used for convenient passage in the past were instead used by the Green Dwarfs, bringing countless bitter consequences to the dwarves and humans. Now, the underground tunnels were filled with a large number of Green Dwarfs. Some of the dark elves hid in them and expanded them into cities. There were also the dwarven expeditionary forces that tried to recover part of the tunnels and use them again.
Who knew if the dwarves that came out of this big pit would be their friendly dwarven friends, the annoying pointy-eared Black Dwarfs, or the damned Green Dwarfs? Laing could not take this risk.
"I'll inform the Nord Court later and ask them to send people to use gunpowder to blow up this hole. Now, let's go upstairs and have a look." Laing left the bloody basement.
When the two of them went up the stone stairs, Laing suddenly asked with great interest, "Astral, don't you like close-range combat?"
"Because close-range combat is evil. It's the symbol of savagery and violence. A real battle full of glory should be a person with a bow and a quiver of arrows, showing off their skills and speed to their heart's content, right?" Astral complained, "Using melee weapons is really crude and barbaric, and it's easy to get injured."
"Hey, hey, hey, the one in front of you is a White Wolf Knight …" Laing was speechless. The White Wolf God of War, Yurick, hated long-range weapons. He advocated for close combat, so the White Wolf Knights always tried their best to avoid using long-range weapons to annoy Yurick. Even Laing would occasionally throw a knife or something.
You'll be treated as a heretic in our White Wolf Knights Regiment.
"So you don't have any close-combat units in the forest? All of them were ranged attackers? That's impossible, right? Are all the Woodland Guards made up of archers? " Laing was somewhat puzzled. Astaire was born in the territory of the wood elves, and the wood elves were very mysterious. However, even a fool would know that their army wouldn't only consist of long-range soldiers. This would be courting death in a war.
"Of course, the Woodland Guards are made up of archers. As for the melee soldiers that you mentioned, Laing, they are called the Eternal Guardians. They hold large shields and use spears and scimitars to fight. Every one of them is an expert archer." Astaire shrugged and followed closely behind Laing. The gray stone wall beside him was damaged due to years of disrepair. The cold wind from the shooting holes made the half-elf shrink his neck. "I can't tell you the rest. You only need to know that although the Eternal Guardians are good at close combat, their archery skills are not inferior to the Woodland Guards'."
"But the Eternal Guardians require a longer time to train, right? For example, if the Woodland Guards require ten years of training, then the Eternal Guardians require thirty years? Thirty years is enough for two Orcs to create twenty Orc Battalions. Now I understand why the wood elves' army is far superior to the Orc Battalions in terms of both quality and quantity. It's because you can't sustain a long war. Am I right? "Laing took one step at a time as he casually mocked.
"… Just as you said, even though the forest has always been victorious in the war against the filth for the past few decades, our population and military numbers have been declining. Furthermore … the Ents have been corrupted even more severely in recent years. It is hard for me to imagine that those violent Ent Elders are the kind and wise Elders in fairy tales." Astaire shook his head in disappointment. "We have to form more Forest Guards and Eternal Guardians to make up for the loss of combat power."
Laing nodded silently. The Ents were the most important combat power of the Wood Elves. Ordinary Ents were a few meters tall, and the taller ancient Ents were even tens of meters tall. With a slight wave of their arms, they could send several human soldiers flying into the sky. Their bodies were strengthened by magic and runes, so they were not afraid of firearms and arrows. They were the mainstay of the Wood Elves' army.
The two of them didn't continue the conversation because they had reached their destination.
Or rather, it wasn't because they had reached their destination, but because there was no road ahead. The tower's staircase was severely damaged, and the distance between the broken staircase was seven to eight steps. On the opposite side, a lone wooden door appeared in front of them.
After a short discussion, the two of them decided to divide the work. Laing sent Astaire back to inform the Merchant Band that the fortress wasn't a suitable place to rest. After seeing the Half-Elves leave, Laing looked at the lone wooden door on the opposite side of the broken staircase.
The distance of seven to eight steps was a distance that mortals couldn't cross. Even the nimble Half-Elves couldn't cross it.
But I'm different. I'm Father's son.
If he wanted to do something, he would do it. Leon began to slowly retreat. He retreated a distance of seven or eight steps and then took a step forward. His right leg kicked down forcefully, and with a leap, powerful psionic power gathered around him. Like a breeze in early spring, it lifted up his heavy chainmail and body. With a thud, the White Wolf Knight successfully landed on the other side.
The heavy and rotten wooden door was pushed open by the White Wolf Knight with brute force. The wooden door bolt shattered under Laing's powerful strength. The moment the door was pushed open, Laing took a step back, raised his warhammer, and prepared for battle.
There was no movement. As he had expected, the enemy attack did not happen. He walked into the house. The furnishings were very simple. There was only a table, a simple wooden bed, a window that was sealed from the inside, and sitting on a chair was a … skeleton.
Judging from the spider silk and dust on the skeleton, this skeleton should have stayed in this place for at least two years. The corpse had been completely decomposed, and its palm was placed on the book.
"The skull is intact. This means that he is still a human." Laing muttered to himself.
Sometimes, it was hard to explain the Empire's obsession with skulls. All the knights of the Empire had a skull on their insignia. The Sacred Crown that symbolized the identity of the Emperor of the Empire was in the shape of a skull. Whether it was the Emperor himself or the Kurfürst that symbolized the backbone of the human strength, they all liked to decorate themselves with skulls.
When Laing first came to this world, he thought that there was a Monkey D Luffy who started the Great Age of Pirates. Everyone wanted to be the King of Pirates, so everyone liked to use skulls.
Only later did he know that skulls symbolized purity.
The temptation of Chaos had always threatened the human race. Anyone who surrendered to Chaos would undergo a terrible mutation. As long as they fell, they would never be able to return to their original appearance. Only the pure and flawless skull proved that they had never surrendered to Chaos.
Similarly, skulls were also the treasured trophies of Chaos Warriors, Chaos Champions, and even Demon Princes.
With doubts and curiosity, Laing gently picked up the book.
The book was very old. The handwriting in some places was already blurred, and the ink in some places had faded because it was not well preserved. This person's Low Gothic was quite bad. There were many wrong words and even strange characters that were forcibly put together. However, the general meaning could still be understood.
Low Gothic was the language used by the ordinary peasant class, the citizen class, and even the low-level nobles. This language was easier to understand and easier to master, but in terms of writing and accent, it was not so standardized. If High Gothic could allow the great nobles on both sides of the continent to communicate easily and fluently, then the Low Gothic of the Kingdom of Nords and the Kurfürst of Tuscany in the south of the Empire was simply two different languages.
"1469 in the Empire's calendar, the third year since I came to Skarville Mountain."
Laing frowned. This was more than ten years ago.
"Something big happened today. One of my brothers said that he saw a person washing clothes at the source of the river when he entered the mountain. Ha, it really made us laugh. How can you see people in such a place? No one would spend two days washing clothes in such a place. I think we can laugh at this joke for a whole day. Hahahaha ~ "
"Well, I think my brothers are all bewitched. Today, two loyal soldiers told me that they saw a person washing clothes at the source of the river. However, when I asked them to describe the person's appearance in detail, they did not know, or they could not say. They could only say that they felt that the person was very tall, very tall, and had bright golden hair."
"These soldiers are really crazy! Today, they told me that they saw someone washing clothes when they were patrolling. What the hell? Could it be that their years of military life have taught them to wash clothes when they see people doing it? "
"I feel that something is wrong. More and more soldiers are seeing this situation. It seems that there is really a family deep in the mountains."
"Perhaps I should bring someone to take a look."
Then, there was a long blank page. A few pages had been torn out, and the handwriting had been changed to a different style.
"1472 in the Empire's calendar, our Fortress welcomed an annoying Knight with a mission. These Brittany Knights are not very smart. I wonder which brat told him about the rumors of a sealed Magical Creature deep in the mountains?"
"Something is wrong. The Knight left for more than a week, but there is no news of him."
The next few pages were filled with scribbles that were mixed with dust, mud, and unknown words.
"Thank God! It was that mysterious hermit who saved us! That damned Brittany Knight! He wanted to show off his bravery to his lady, and he attracted the terrifying Orc Battle Gang! We fought with all our might, but we were still outnumbered. At the critical moment, a friend we knew came to save us. Oh my god, I have never seen such a tall and powerful person. My head only reached his arm! "
"Our friend wore a large full-body armor and a black Wolf Skin Cloak. He wielded a huge one-handed sword and slashed the invincible Howling Shaman. The Orc King fled, and the Orcs retreated in defeat."
"We took out our best food and precious wine to entertain our guest. Our friend didn't stand on ceremony, but he wasn't willing to tell us his name and title. He said that he was a sinner and couldn't reveal his name and title. He asked us about the Yggdrasill, but we didn't know. We told him that there were many Elves in the Southern Knight King's Kingdom. He was disappointed, so he bid farewell to us."
Following that were some running accounts. Ryan flipped through them and noticed that the notes and handwriting had changed again. Clearly, it was another guard captain.
When he flipped to the last few pages, the handwriting became hurried. "The Orcs came again. There were thousands of them, and they surrounded the Fortress. We couldn't hold on any longer. Tomorrow morning, if the reinforcements don't arrive … we'll fight to the last man."
"We couldn't escape. The intense battle attracted the Green Dwarfs, who appeared from the basement. The Green Dwarfs didn't care about their targets. They attacked us and the Orcs, which gave us a chance to catch our breath. Hanses smashed the staircase in desperation, and I retreated here."
"We couldn't escape."
The diary, or rather, the military diary, ended there.
Full-body armor? Wolf Skin Cloak? Tall and strong? Laing frowned. Most of the White Wolf Knights would use Wolf Skin to adorn themselves. He was thinking if there was anyone who could match the description.
Hmm, a sinner who defeated the Orc Battle Gang and asked about the Yggdrasill …
Laing's eyes lit up.
Yes, it had to be him. Besides him, there couldn't be anyone else.
The former Alpha Wolf, who was conferred the title of "Wolf Lord" by the White Wolf War God, the former leader of the White Wolf Knights, the Sanctuary warrior, and the "Iron Claw" Logan Frings.
However, in the great Holy War 150 years ago, Logan tasted a shameful defeat. The White Wolf Knights suffered heavy losses in the war against the Army of Chaos. The White Wolf Archbishop also died gloriously in battle. Even though no one held him accountable for his mistakes after the war, the great White Wolf Holy Knight still chose to exile himself. He put down the knight's badge that symbolized glory and left White Wolf City alone. Since then, there was no news of him.
Why was he looking for the Yggdrasill?
Laing felt that there was a story behind it, and it had to be related to Yurick's descent.
What was Logan looking for? Why did Yurick descend to Earth for the head of an Orc?
More and more doubts filled Laing's mind.
The sound of the Barbaric Bugle Horn pulled him back to reality. Laing immediately realized that something was happening outside.
Yes! Why wasn't Astaire back yet?
D * mn, something happened!
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