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Belega, this bastard, never forgets to take advantage of others with his mouth!
Laing cursed in his heart. Belega was in such a hurry to emphasize that he was his grandfather because he wanted to surpass Laing in terms of seniority. Since Laing was Devenhill's father, he wanted to be Devenhill's grandfather so that Laing would be inferior to him.
From a certain point of view, Belega's behavior was not wrong. Belega was born about 200 years ago in the Angran clan. His father was called Belega Ironhammer, who also died in the war to reclaim Ba Feng Mountain. In terms of age, it was not wrong for him to claim to be Laing's elder. He just wanted to use this method to elevate himself.
Belega did not know Laing's background at all. He only thought that he was a powerful human.
Laing and Angran looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly. These dwarves were a bunch of stinky little brothers! They were still so prideful even after losing their home!
The two original Orcs were too lazy to argue with this prideful dwarf. Belega hugged little Devenhill and laughed happily. He reached out and patted Devenhill's head. "This is a strong young man. He will definitely be a great warrior in the future."
"A warrior who will beat up bad guys, fight Chaos, fight green dwarfs, and fight vampires!" Little Devenhill waved his fist. The little guy's legs hit the ground. He twisted his body to get rid of the pressure and ran towards Angran. "Uncle Angran, I want to see a dog and a big cat!"
"Let's go. I'll take you there. Be careful. Big cats are very fierce." Angran put away his pained expression and led Devenhill inside.
At this time, Suria came down from the carriage. The group gathered together. Belega was very happy to see Laing. "Oh, brother Laing, the invincible Grimnir must have blessed your blade. You have defeated another Chaos champion!"
"Tarim Khan's strength is not as invincible as you think. He and his army have already lost too many people when they went south. This battle was not particularly difficult." Laing smiled. "King Belega, let us go in first. We can talk slowly."
"Uh-huh, take your time. Dwarves like to talk while eating. There's nothing more pleasant than talking while drinking and eating. Oh, and erase the contents of the Book of Hatred." Belega patted his stomach. His wife, Kmanique, and his son followed behind him. Kmanique's body was as strong as Belega's, with muscles all over her body. Kmanique's son, Solgrin Ironhammer, was in his fifties. He had just come of age and looked a little immature. Among the dwarves, this kind of young man was called "Little Beard," which meant that he was not mature enough and not trustworthy enough.
His name came from the current Supreme Dwarf King, Solgrin Grudge. In the second battle to reclaim Eight Peaks Mountain, Supreme King Solgrin Grudge led an army of ten thousand dwarves to support Belega. In order to remember this kindness, Belega named his son the same as the Supreme Dwarf King.
Laing complained in his heart that this kind of way of showing gratitude was really strange.
The group entered Anglo's farm. After ten years, Anglo's farm was already very big. Many serfs had chosen to become Master Anglo's tenants. They were working on the farm for Master Anglo. The end of November was the slack season. Most of the serfs took this opportunity to go to the city to do odd jobs or to look for work in the workshops by the Shinon River. There were only a dozen or so serfs left in the farm. They were renovating the buildings and the barn, washing clothes, and organizing animal skins in preparation for the arrival of the Winter Veil Festival.
"Puppy ~ Puppy ~ Puppy ~" Little Devin Hill waved his little fist excitedly. Anglo had two Auster border collies. After a period of breeding, they had already given birth to a litter of puppies. They ran around Anglo and little Devin Hill, begging for food. Laing noticed that Emilia's favorite border collie, Subaru, was the most active one. It ran around with a wooden stick in its mouth.
"Hehehe ~ Puppy is cute, right?" Anglo loved his nephew very much. He held Devin Hill with one hand and looked around. "This is the dog's father, mother, and son."
"Woof, woof, woof!" The border collies jumped back and forth.
"Puppy, where's the big cat? Uncle Anglo, I want to see the big cat! "Little Devin Hill was very excited.
"The big cat is here." Anglo carried his nephew to another house in the farm.
"Big cat?" Laing looked in the direction of the house's door.
Laing, Suria, Bellegar, and the others were speechless.
"Brother calls this thing a cat?"
A one-meter-tall, two-meter-long beast was lying on its side in a pile of straw. Its fur was a mix of gold and black, and it had a fiery gaze. Its body was thick and perfect, and the strong muscles on its back and forelimbs undulated as it moved. Its huge limbs moved forward steadily and quietly, and its sharp claws were exposed. It was very powerful.
What was more noteworthy was that this beast had two large tusks, which were even bigger than the tusks of a male wild boar. They were like two inverted daggers. When it heard the noise, the beast instinctively became alert. It turned around and was instantly ready to fight.
"Huff, huff …" When it saw that it was Anglo, it growled a few times and lay down again.
"What do you think? Isn't the big cat cute?" Anglo introduced proudly. "I met this when I was adventuring in the Grey Mountains. It was injured at the time, and I felt that I needed a hunting partner, so I brought it back. The farm is often infested with rats and wild rabbits that steal the food. Ever since I raised this big cat, I haven't encountered any problems in this area."
"This is obviously a saber-toothed tiger … Brother's way of thinking is really unique." Laing was speechless. He smiled helplessly at Suria. The female knight walked over and held her husband's hand. She smiled. "As long as brother likes it."
"I want to pet it, I want to pet the big cat." Little Devenhill was drooling. He reached out his small hand. "Let me pet it!"
"No! Devenhill, it's dangerous! "Suria was anxious and hurriedly stopped him.
"It's okay. Pet it all you want. I've already taught this big cat a lesson. It won't bite." Anglo waved his hand dismissively. Just as he said, when Devenhill's small hand touched the saber-toothed tiger's fluffy head, the saber-toothed tiger looked as if it had accepted its fate. Other than a few low growls from deep in its throat, it allowed little Devenhill to pet it all he wanted. It didn't resist at all.
"Look, you can even pinch it all you want!" Anglo reached out his other hand and pinched the saber-toothed tiger's face. The saber-toothed tiger lowered its head and rubbed it all over. But after the rubbing, it kept whimpering. Anglo immediately took out a piece of pork that was at least five kilograms and put it on the ground. The uncle and nephew played with the big cat for a while. "Good nephew, the big cat is fun, right?"
"Fun, fun …" Little Devenhill was excited for a long time.
There were all kinds of animals in Anglo's farm. Chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cows, sheep, and even donkeys. The group took a quick tour and saw with their own eyes how the saber-toothed tiger hunted a wild rabbit. Then they came to the big house. A table full of farmhouse meat and several barrels of Bargman's stout had already been prepared. The dwarves' little stools were all raised. The border herders rushed into the room and collectively squatted in front of the table to wait for food.
The group enjoyed a sumptuous dinner.
Devenhill drank a large bowl of goat milk and porridge made with vegetables. The little guy had a lot of fun today and fell asleep a few minutes after the meal. Anglo cleared the table. Laing, Suria, Bellegar, and the chief engineer of the Anglo clan, Halhaver, sat together.
They began to talk about serious matters.
"Next year, on the birthday of the Lady of the Lake, I will go to Colona to be crowned king." Laing said to Bellegar, "Then, a new expedition of knights will be launched in the name of the king. I will gather an army of knights and go with you to the Eight Peaks Mountain."
"Granny's beard, Brother Ryan really keeps his promise." Bellegar was also full. He sat on a raised chair and said, "We still need time to make a batch of rune armor and weapons for my personal guards and the hammer warriors of the Iron Brotherhood. Also, brother Laing, you can just call me Bellegar from now on."
"Alright, Bellegar. Can you tell us more about the Eight Peaks Mountain?" Laing nodded. The conquest of the Eight Peaks Mountain was different from any other war. This was a great expedition. The knights would go deep into the Badlands to help the dwarves reclaim their homeland.
Bellegar began to talk about the Eight Peaks Mountain in detail. He and his men even made a beautiful model so that Laing and the others could understand why the Eight Peaks Mountain was so difficult to reclaim, and why the Anglo clan could not reclaim their homeland even after centuries of effort.
"The structure of the Eight Peaks Mountain is different from most dwarven fortresses," Bellegar said. Bellegar explained, "Brother Leon, Lady Sulia, the dwarven fortresses you've seen are usually built in the mountains or on the peak of a mountain. This is the traditional way of building dwarven fortresses, but Eight Peak Mountain Fortress isn't like this."
"Eight Peaks Mountain Fortress is the collective name of the eight dwarven fortresses built on a plateau. This fortress is located on a plateau surrounded by eight mountain peaks, hence the name Eight Peaks Mountain Fortress. The eight towering mountains surround this small plateau. Because the mountains are so high that it's basically impossible to climb over them, there's only one entrance on the surface of Eight Peaks Mountain. The eight fortresses are built directly on the surface of the mountain and go deep into the ground."
"Even if we break through the gate, we will only enter the inner part of the Eight Peaks Mountain plateau. There are eight fortresses on the plateau, and each fortress is filled with an astonishing number of green dwarves. The eight fortresses are connected by mountain passages, and the passages on the plateau are connected by underground tunnels. Even if we can break through the main force of the green dwarves, we will still have to face the almost endless army of green dwarves in the eight fortresses. In addition, there are also Skaven ratmen hiding in the underground tunnels of the Eight Peaks Mountain."
"Our opponents are the Dark Night Goblin Chieftain Skarnik, who calls himself the General of Eight Peaks Mountain, and the Skaven Ratman Warlord, who calls himself the War God of Eight Peaks Mountain, the leader of the Moss Clan, Quake Headhunter."
At this point in the introduction, Ryan and Suria both frowned.
The Eight Peaks Mountain was a great fortress. The Angran clan had never thought that their greatest and most glorious fortress would be breached. The once indestructible fortress, complex defense facilities, and various traps had become the dwarves' nightmare. They had to face the attacks of the green dwarves and ratmen at the same time, and at the same time, they had to try to reclaim the fortress.
"Your Majesty Belega, you said that there are at least 100,000 green dwarves in the Eight Peaks Mountain. What about the Skaven ratmen? How many are there? "Suria asked.
"The right claw of the Mosh clan, the Warlord of the Skaven, Quake Headhunter, led about 100,000 Skaven ratmen to camp under the Eight Peaks Mountain. They have used many secret methods and poisoned the underground water source." Belega nodded. His voice was very heavy. "Damn that Quake. I must kill him and avenge countless of my clansmen."
"100,000?" Laing pondered for a moment. He was slightly relieved. This number was less than he expected.
"Brother Laing, the Skaven ratmen are not green dwarves. They only need to bask in the sun to survive." Belega seemed to have seen through Laing's thoughts. He said in a muffled voice, "In theory, the Skaven ratmen can reproduce indefinitely, but in reality, their numbers are limited by food. Without an unlimited supply of food, there can't be too many Skaven ratmen. What we really need to worry about is the Skaven ratmen's vicious war machines and evil dimensional stone weapons."
"So in summary, we need to face two main enemies. One is the Green Dwarves led by the Warlord of the Eight Peaks Mountain, Skarnik, and the other is the Skaven Moss army led by the Warlord of the Eight Peaks Mountain, Quake." Laing finally concluded.
This would be a very difficult battle. Belega's Angran clan might not be able to produce a regular army of 5,000 dwarves after suffering so much. As for the Brittany, due to the years of war, the country needed to rest and recuperate. Because of the great expedition, there were too many troops and logistics were difficult to guarantee. Therefore, Laing couldn't send out all of his elite troops.
At the very most, including the troops that Belega might hire, the possible reinforcements from Reppu, and the participation of the wood elves, the expeditionary army would not exceed 50,000 people at most. Around 40,000 should be a more ideal number.
This was more difficult. Even if the dwarves were brave and good at fighting, and the Brittany knights were the most powerful heavy cavalry in the old world, reclaiming the Eight Peaks Mountain would still be a very difficult battle. Laing understood the difficulty of this battle. Moreover, the expeditionary army was isolated and without reinforcements.
The few of them were silent for a while.
"So, Belega, this Eight Peaks Mountain's Warlord Skarnik you mentioned, is he strong?" Laing asked after thinking for a while.
"It's not a question of whether he's strong or not. He's the real kind, the kind that is very rare …"
"Cunning and cruel."
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