Just as Belega said, Skarnik was quite special among the many powerful Green Skin Warlords.
Generally speaking, the Green Skin Orcs believed in Brother What, while the Goblins believed in Brother Hell. Brother What was cruel and cunning, while Brother Hell was cunning and cruel. The Green Skin Orcs had a clear hierarchy. The lowest was the Fart Spirits, followed by the Goblins, and finally, the Orcs. The Orcs had the lowest status and were responsible for chores and food. The Goblins had a slightly higher status and were responsible for planting the Green Skin Orcs, making tools, and being jesters. The Orcs had the highest status and were responsible for fighting.
Among them, Laing knew more. The Green Skin Orcs were a race created by the Ancient Sage in desperation to be responsible for war. As the Ancient Sage had fallen into a desperate situation during the Battle of Heaven, he didn't set any "switches" or "shackles" for the Green Skin Orcs. They only let them perform according to the characteristics of their race. Originally, there was a level above the Orcs called "Wisdom Brats". However, even the Emperor himself didn't understand why the Wisdom Brats disappeared after such a long time. Because the Green Skin Orcs never recorded history, no one knew how the Wisdom Brats disappeared.
Generally speaking, the strongest Night Goblin Shaman couldn't control the Orcs. At most, he could make the Orcs fight together with his Goblin army through the form of employment or alliance.
However, Skarnik was an exception. As a goblin, he used his own means, strategy, strength, and cruelty to suppress the Oker Orcs. In his Dark Moon Tribe, even the entire Black Orc Tribe and the Black Orc Warlord had to obey Skarnik's orders. Otherwise, they would be devoured by Skarnik's beloved pet, the Skarnik Beast called the Goblins.
(It should be mentioned that Belega was swallowed by the Goblins before. He relied on the Holy Hammer and the Shield of Resistance to make the Goblins' stomach ache and spit him out.)
In addition to his strength, Skarnik relied more on his cunning and cruelty from an ordinary Night Goblin to the "General of Eight Peaks". He was proficient in underground warfare and ambushes. He was a true master of ambushes and could always use various means to lure the enemy into his ambush. Skarnik's judgment of the battlefield could be said to be the best among the Green Skin Orcs! He was adept at using lies, deceit, retreat, ambush, and counterattack to turn the tide of battle. The Dwarves, Skaven Ratmen, and other green-skinned tribes could never guess what Skarnik's next move would be. At the same time, this Night Goblin Warlord was also an expert in mobile warfare and cavalry skirmishes. At the same time, he was also an expert in infuriating the Dwarves, such as carving a few Dwarven scalps with green tattoos, or tying Dwarven captives to siege towers with shaved beards.
In addition to Belega, even the Skaven Warlord Quake had suffered in the war with Skarnik. When Quake attacked Eight Peaks Fortress, Skarnik deliberately used himself and the Green Skin Orcs as bait to meet the Skaven Ratmen army head-on in the main hall of Eight Peaks Fortress. After luring the Skaven Army into the main hall, he used gunpowder to blow up the Skaven Ratmen's path of retreat. He then attacked the Skaven Ratmen from two sides and sent the Goblin Wolf Riders to crush the Skaven Ratmen's reinforcements.
In the end, the Dark Moon Tribe won the battle, and the Skaven Ratmen were driven underground. Since then, although Headhunter Quake had made many attempts to recapture the surface of Eight Peaks Mountain, Skarnik was always able to withstand the waves of attacks from the Skaven Ratmen.
Based on this point alone, this Eight Peaks Fortress general was very difficult to deal with. Even Belega admitted that if it was only about attacking the fortress and recapturing Eight Peaks Fortress, he wouldn't be afraid at all. However, when he thought of Skarnik's countless schemes and various ambushes, even the Eight Peaks Fortress king, who was proficient in battle formations, felt his scalp tingle.
At the same time, another powerful opponent, the warlord of Eight Peaks Fortress, Quake, was also a formidable opponent for Belega. This Skaven Ratman warlord's background was similar to Skarnik's. At the beginning, they were both unknown. However, Quake was luckier than Skarnik. He was chosen by the Moss clan's clan leader, Gnoll. The clan provided him with the best food, the best weapons and armor, and he was personally trained by the clan leader to become an ultimate warrior. When Quake was 4 years old, he was sent out to do missions by the clan and successfully won a series of victories for himself.
Quake was different from Skarnik. He was also different from the Skarvin Ratmen who liked to scheme. Headhunter Quake never played tricks or schemes. This Skarvin warlord and right-hand claw of the Moss clan loved to boldly attack and fight head-on. His talent in command and rich experience in war with the dwarves made it easy for Quake to predict the next move of the dwarves. In the war with Headhunter Quake, Bellegar always felt that the initiative of the whole war was always in the hands of Headhunter Quake.
It was almost impossible for Belle Jia to deal with two such troublesome opponents by himself.
One allowed Belega to have the initiative of the war, but he set up countless traps and ambushes. He waited for Belega to take the initiative to make a mistake. At the same time, he was also proficient in mobile warfare. He was Eight Peaks Fortress' warlord, Skarnik.
He was the War God of Eight Peaks Mountain, the right claw of the Skaven ratmen of the Moss clan, Headhunter Quake, who was always one step ahead of Baylor in every operation. He could easily infer the next step of the dwarves' plans and actions, and easily control the initiative of the war.
After hearing Belega's description, whether it was Laing, Suria, or even Angelang, who was pretending to be preparing food, they all felt that this was a tricky situation. The World Eater geno prototype used its brain to think about what it would do. In the end, it felt that there was no better way than to rush forward.
It was no wonder that Belega had tried three times to reclaim Eight Peaks Fortress, but it was all in vain.
Angelang thought it would be great if Petrabo was there. He would be able to give good advice.
It was still snowing outside. After Belega finished introducing his two enemies, it was getting late. The expedition to Eight Peaks Fortress would take at least a year to prepare. They had to think about when to send troops. After the last failure, Belega had left Eight Peaks Fortress for a while. Right now, Belega and Laing did not know anything about Eight Peaks Fortress. It was pointless to discuss the details of the battle. Laing had already sent Blackheart Reppu to the border prince's territory. They had to wait for Blackheart Reppu to gain a foothold there before sending people to investigate the situation of Eight Peaks Fortress.
When night fell, everyone went to rest. Angelang's manor had a guest room. It was not very luxurious, but Angelang had cleaned it up to welcome Little Devenhill. It was a place for Laing and the others to rest.
"Little Devenhill is asleep?" Laing took a bath. When he returned to the room, he saw that Suria had also finished her bath and was sitting on the sofa.
"No, Devenhill is awake. He went to play with Angelang. Brother said that he was going to perform something for him." Sulia was wearing an exquisite white silk layered dress, paired with black stockings and a pair of fluffy rabbit slippers. The female knight's hair was still a little wet, and her beautiful black stockings were swaying back and forth. It was obvious that she had just finished bathing. "I'm not too sure either."
Laing could see that Suria was still a little worried. He smiled and said, "It's fine. Brother is very strong. Don't worry. He'll be fine with Devenhill."
"I've never worried about Devenhill's safety, Laing. I mean, when Devenhill is five or six years old, we should let him study and find a teacher. Who are you going to find to be Devenhill's first teacher?" Suria was still thinking about this question. "Of course, we can leave the knighthood and martial arts to Kalad. What about culture?"
"Can't our court do it?" Laing sat beside Suria. He knew that Suria was stubborn in this aspect. Since he was her son, everything had to be the best.
"I keep feeling that our court is missing something." Suria shook her head. "It would be best if you could teach Devenhill personally. But you're too busy, and you often have to lead the army."
"Kalad's education level is not bad. He'll teach Devenhill well. As for other things, I can spare some time to teach him. Morgiana is fine too. He still has Mother Lilith." Laing reached out and stroked his wife's delicate face. "What about you, my dear? You can teach the child too."
Suria frowned and nodded helplessly. The female knight knew that she was being too harsh, but that was her son, her favorite child. He was the product of her and Laing's love. Suria could vaguely feel that Devenhill might be her and Laing's only child. The stronger they were now, the harder it would be for them to have children.
Laing was silent for a few seconds. Then he said, "Suria, you're jealous."
"I … Maybe." Suria was conflicted. She decided to be honest with her husband. "She can find Karl-franz to be Little Frey Derick's Godfather and find the Royal Chief Grand Wizard to be her teacher. My son can't be worse than her, right?"
"Hahahaha!" Laing laughed out loud.
It could only be said that marriage and love were ultimately different.
Suria saw her husband laughing and finally couldn't help but laugh. She also felt that she was being too harsh. "I'm sorry, Laing. I'm a little … a little too sensitive. Devenhill is only one and a half years old now …"
"It's okay, it's okay. He's our son." Laing hugged his wife and kissed Suria's cherry lips. Then he smiled and said, "Don't just look at Emilia's advantages. You know the recent political turmoil in the Empire."
Recently, three major events happened in the Old World.
The first was that after many years, the gates of the Eternal Peak of the Dwarves, Karlaz-a-Karlak had reopened. The Supreme Dwarf King, Solgrin the Grudge, personally led an army of about ten thousand dwarves and joined forces with the Dwarf King, Cazador, to attack the Blackrock Fortress together.
King Cazzardol and Lord of Blackrock Fortress, Brother Liquor, were sworn enemies. Brother Liquor once successfully invaded Calac Anzul and captured Cazzardol's only son, Cazzardol. Not only did Brother Liquor shave Cazzardol's beard and hair, but he also branded a green tattoo on his forehead. The poor dwarf prince went crazy and was eventually tortured to death.
The Supreme King, Solgrin the Grudge, did not forget this hatred for a moment. When he received a report from a dwarf helicopter engineer that Brother Liquor was seriously injured in the battle with Tarim Khan, and the strength of his army was greatly weakened, he began to prepare for war. The two dwarven kingdoms merged into a huge coalition of dwarves. Taking advantage of Brother Liquor's serious injury and the collapse of his army, Solgrin the Grudge took down Blackrock Fortress in one fell swoop, killed Brother Liquor, and presented the head of the green-skinned warlord to King Cazador. Both sides erased a chapter in the Book of Hatred, looted the entire Blackrock Fortress, and withdrew with amazing loot.
The second thing was that under the command of Karl-franz, Great Alchemist Galt led an army and a part of the Alchemy College to settle down in the abandoned Saul Hill in the south of the Empire. Due to the invasion of Tarim Khan, Saul Hill was now a piece of empty land. Galt was responsible for rebuilding this land that had been tortured by war and plunder. He was also preparing to build a new fortress at the Winter Tooth Pass, Saul Hill, to prevent the possible invasion of the green-skinned tribe.
This matter touched the sensitive nerves of the Nur City Council headed by Emilia. Although Emilia was not the Grand Duke of Saul Hill (this title had been revoked), she was only managing Saul Hill as the Duchess of Wesson Hill. However, the emperor's actions still made her feel threatened. Almost at the same time, the Nur City Council passed a motion of no confidence in the emperor. The relationship between Nur and Brunswick became tense. Both sides were at daggers drawn, and the smell of gunpowder was full of hostility.
The third thing was related to Fulgen. After seeing that Fulgen had obtained amazing wealth in Luscia, the nobles of Brunswick Hill were ready to move. They refused to cooperate with Fulgen and spent their own money to build a colonial army of thousands to go on an expedition to Luscia. They wanted to make a fortune like Fulgen.
Laing thought that Fulgen might soon accept these colonial troops. After the recruitment in the old world ended, Fulgen had led an army of more than 30,000 back to Luscia to prepare for the next war.
"Emilia still wants the emperor to be Little Frey Derick's Godfather in this situation?" Suria was in Laing's arms. The female knight leaned against her husband's chest and listened to his strong heartbeat.
"This has nothing to do with it. Emilia is Emilia, and the Nur City Council is Nur City Council." Laing nodded and said seriously, "Emilia must represent the Nur City Council, and she does. However, this does not conflict with Little Frey Derick, and her personal relationship with the emperor is not affected."
"… Okay." Suria was just asking casually. She did not take this matter to heart. "Laing, everything is ready for the awarding ceremony before the Winter Veil."
"Yes, but before that, we have one more thing to take care of." Laing said softly, "Aurora and Teresa have replied to my letter. They will arrive here in a few days to celebrate the Winter Veil with us."
"Hmph, your first female courtier?" Suria's sea blue eyes had a hint of playfulness. "Or your third female courtier?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Teresa is my second female courtier." Laing knew what Suria was talking about.
"When Lady Aurora arrives, I will naturally arrange a banquet to welcome her." Sulia was still staring at her husband. "As for the rest, I'll leave it to you. I don't really like dealing with Garlan, especially your mother-in-law. She's too good at using her status to get what she wants."
"Olica and Morgiana will be responsible for dealing with Aurora. In fact, I don't like dealing with Aurora either." Laing seemed to have remembered something embarrassing. "After all, I was just a small warrior back then."
"Pfft, you were a small warrior back then. Now, you are a great hero and my husband." Suria could not help but feel proud when she said this. She was probably the best-married daughter of a great noble in Brittany in the past fifty years.
"Then I will have to fulfill my duties as a husband." Laing's expression gradually became mischievous. His hand gently reached for the ribbon behind Suria's long dress.
"You bastard!" Suria blushed. The female knight struggled for a moment before she whispered, "Then we have to hurry. Don't wait until Devonshire comes back."
"Don't worry, Devonshire will not be back so soon." Laing smiled even more happily. "My brother and I have an agreement."
"Okay."
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