February, Old World, Brittany, Jean Town, Laing's Duke's Castle.
In the quiet and spacious master bedroom of the castle, Ryan was lying on the soft bed with a salted fish face. He covered his face with a pillow and was still lazing in bed. Even though the warm winter sun had already shone on him through the glass windows and curtains, Ryan still had no intention of getting up.
Even two months after the Winter Veil Festival, Laing did not stay idle. He secretly carried out the preparation for the expedition to Eight Peaks Mountain. Hadrian, who had just returned from Luscia, did not stop at all. He immediately led his men to the Sea Gate Pass to strengthen the stronghold and prepare to set up logistics facilities.
Ryan rejected Bellegar's proposal to set off from Calac Norn (also known as Calac Copper Mountain Fort) in the south of the Black Mountain Range. Although Bellegar believed that setting off from Calac Copper Mountain Fort could save military expenses and at the same time, they could also see if they could obtain some dwarven reinforcements and copper resources from Calac Copper Mountain Fort. However, Ryan firmly believed that setting off from Calac Sea Gate was the right way to go. Bordero's Sea God fleet would provide escort for this expedition. After landing at Calac Sea Gate, the expedition would directly set off to the east and go straight to the Green Dwarfs' stronghold in the east of Sea Gate.
Bellegar reluctantly agreed with Laing's suggestion. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain kept muttering that this would cost a lot. First, there would be the transportation and escort costs of the Sea God fleet, and then there would be the heavy taxes of Calac Norn. The King of Calac Norn was a stubborn and greedy person. He would definitely take the opportunity to make a lot of money.
Wouldn't it be better to use the money to hire more dwarven rangers or other mercenaries? You humans are so pretentious. You can't stand hardships and don't know how to save money.
These were Bellegar's original words. He always felt that Laing's plan to start from Calac Norn was too wasteful. However, since Brother Laing had helped them a lot along the way, the warriors of the Angran clan would accept Brother Laing's request.
After Clayon heard this, he was speechless. Master Baylor's actions were clearly a result of being greedy and suffering a great loss!
Yes, setting off from Copper Mountain Fort could save some money, and they did not need the Sea God fleet to escort them. However, how much longer would they have to travel? Moreover, they had to pass through the prince's territory at the border from Copper Mountain Fortress. The prince's territory had been in chaos during the invasion of Tamu Khan, and now it was full of flames. Many chaos deserters and some chaos dwarves who had retreated from the battle of Nur were still stirring up trouble in the prince's territory at the border. Without Haimen Pass as their logistics base, attacking Ba Feng Mountain would be a one-off deal! If they could not take down their retreat route, their retreat would be cut off and their logistics could not keep up, the expedition would be finished!
Within Eight Peaks Mountain, there were hundreds of thousands of Green Dwarfs and close to a hundred thousand Skaven Ratmen!
What's more, would the knights follow the dwarves into the underground tunnels?
It could only be said that the stubbornness of dwarves was deeply rooted in their bones. Stubbornness, tradition, and conformism were not derogatory words in the dictionary of dwarves, but rather commendatory words. Dwarves were proud of maintaining tradition, maintaining order, and settling their grudges. Dwarves would always treat new things with hostility and rejection unless they had no other choice.
Until recently, the Dwarven Engineers Association of the Angran clan was still debating whether to equip the elites of the Angran clan with brand-new iron-dragon rocket launchers, and whether to hire the dwarven helicopters and bombers from Calac Norn to assist them in attacking Eight Peaks Mountain Fort. Many long-bearded dwarves of the Angran clan firmly objected, saying that they would take back Eight Peaks Mountain Fort the same way they had lost it. Firearms, rocket launchers and rotary-wing helicopters were all exotic things, which were far less reliable than rune hammers and battle axes.
At that time, Laing was so depressed that he wanted to bang his head against the wall. What time was it now? Why didn't they take out their powerful weapons?
Fortunately, Belle Gar had lost again and again. The king of Eight Peaks Mountain was relatively clear-headed. He stood his ground and said that in order to recover Eight Peaks Mountain and wipe out their hatred, they had to fight for all their strength. If this battle could go smoothly, then it would be the fourth time Belle Gar had launched a war to recover Eight Peaks Mountain. The real king of Eight Peaks Mountain had a faint premonition in his heart.
Perhaps this was the last chance for Belle Gar. His clan had long been exhausted, and the dwarves' fresh forces were basically exhausted. If they could not succeed with the help of Laing, then they might not have another chance in the future.
While Laing was sleeping on the pillow, Veronica had already woken up.
This time, both the body and the soul were severely injured. She had to rest in bed for many days before she could barely walk. Occasionally, she would need someone to help her. Seeing that Laing was still lazing in bed, Veronica stretched out a pink jade foot and directly stepped on the pillow. She said impatiently, "Laing, you lazy worm, hurry up and get up! You promised yesterday that you would take me out for a walk today! "
"I didn't, dear. Don't talk nonsense." The pillow that Ryan was using to cover his face sank. The duke saw that Veronica had gotten up, so he simply lay down on the bed and closed his eyes against the sunlight that came in through the window. "I can take you out for a walk, but I don't think you can walk too much, can you?" Veronica asked.
"Then you can take me out for a walk in the castle. I've been lying in bed for more than two weeks. It's so boring." Veronica's charming face had a faint blush. "I mean, it's a good thing to have you with me, but I can't always be your bed warming maid, can I?"
"Morgiana had to rest for years. My dear, you're lucky that you only need to rest for three months." Laing reached out and grabbed one of Veronica's jade-like feet. He gently pinched the smooth skin of Veronica's beautiful foot and smiled. "Okay, I promise you. Wherever you want to go, it's only within the castle!"
Veronica's beautiful foot was grabbed by Laing, and she could only shake off Laing's hand. She tidied up her elven silk nightgown and sat at the head of the bed. She chatted with Laing. "Then, I want to take a look at Olica's Ashen Courtyard."
"That requires Olica's consent. I promised her that unless she agrees, I won't bring anyone into the Ashen Courtyard. That's her territory, just like how I won't casually bring anyone into the private area of your Dawn Wizard Tower." Laing put his hands behind his head. Duke Musillon said casually, "Olica will come in later. You can discuss it with her, or you can go somewhere else."
"… …" Veronica's face darkened when she thought of the dark elves' evil intentions. Suria had generously allowed Laing to live with her, but in reality, Veronica still didn't have enough time to enjoy the two of them. Olica kept joining them.
Unlike Suria, who only wanted to be with the Lake Fairy, Veronica didn't care much about this. She thought for a moment. "Then … … Let's go to the Lake Lady's courtyard and discuss your strategy for the Eight Peaks Mountain. We can enjoy the hot spring and have a picnic?"
"That's fine." Laing nodded and smiled. "Then, should we call Suria and Olica? Or just the two of us? "
"Of course." Veronica smiled sweetly. "They're your wife and your maid. How can we not call them?"
"Alright, then let me get ready." Laing finally decided to get out of bed. At almost the same time, the dark elf maid opened the door and pushed the dining cart in. Olica, as usual, was wearing a black-and-white maid's dress with white stockings and black stilettos. She looked at Veronica and Laing chatting, and an indescribable emotion flashed in her amber eyes. "Master, Lady Veronica, breakfast is here."
"Okay." Laing and Veronica got out of bed and changed their clothes. Laing changed into a heavy duke's robe with a bearskin coat and a cloak with a golden Holy Grail pattern on it. Veronica, with Olica's help, changed into a silk Rose Waltz dress with a red butterfly. She also put on a set of jewelry that belonged to her. The simple makeup made Garland's face look bright and beautiful. There was a touch of joy on her delicate face, like the warm sun in winter. Veronica put on a pair of black velvet pantyhose with lace patterns. She hesitated for a moment before shaking her head and putting on a pair of brown stilettos.
Since Veronica couldn't move freely, Suria allowed her to have breakfast in the master bedroom, but Laing had to go to the dining hall to have breakfast with Suria. According to Olica, Suria had been waiting for him for more than ten minutes. He gave Veronica a morning kiss and hurried out. "See you later, dear."
"Well, see you later, dear." Veronica watched Laing go out, then got up with Olica's help. "Ouch, be gentle, Miss Olica. I didn't offend you, did I?"
"Of course not, Miss Veronica." There was a touch of jealousy and uncontrollable greed in Olica's amber eyes. "But you know, Master gave that to you!"
"What, I don't deserve it?" Veronica sat on the chair angrily with her hands on her hips. "I was the first to be with him, earlier than all of you. I was here first."
"Hahaha, when I was in Nagaros, I liked sorceresses with a temper like you, Miss Veronica." Olica smiled sweetly. "Cain likes this kind of sacrifice, and the Pale Queen likes this kind of stubborn soul."
"… Can't we just get along?" Veronica was obviously scared. She was not in a good state, and she had seen Olica's various vicious means, strange drugs, and magic with her own eyes. She did not dare to confront Olica for the time being.
"If we weren't getting along, I would've cut you into pieces and hung your scalp on my chest," Olica said sweetly. Olica said sweetly, "Alright, let's eat breakfast. Master will probably discuss the expedition to Ba Feng Mountain with us later."
"You're going this time too?" Veronica sipped her milk.
"Master asked me to help. Anyway, this time we're going to deal with the Green Dwarfs, Rat Men, or other things. There's no need to talk about the knighthood. Your magic is too focused on damage and group damage. My dark magic can provide more convenience." Olica said indifferently, "Madam Sulia won't be going this time. She will stay at home to take care of the children. Aurora and Theresa are busy preparing for the construction of MI7. Everything is in the process of being prepared. Master can't just bring two wizards with him. He wants you to send a group of witches."
"A group of witches … I don't have a problem, but the cost …" Veronica was amused. "It's not a small amount."
"Do you think Master can't afford it?" Olica asked back. "Or do you not want to invest your power in this great expedition?"
"Very well. It seems that we understand each other," Veronica said straightforwardly. Veronica said straightforwardly, "You are the master of everything, but I have to think about my witches."
"Yes, but I think you have to understand, Miss Veronica, that there are many wizards and battle priests in this world." Olica poured a glass of milk for Veronica. "If you don't want to go, Master will find someone else."
"I didn't say I wouldn't go." Veronica said impatiently, "As long as we can settle the issue of the treatment of my witches, it's fine. I don't need any payment, but my witches can't work for free."
"So, we've reached an agreement?" Olica leaned over and whispered in Veronica's ear.
"Kind of."
After a simple breakfast, Veronica and Olica went to the courtyard of the Lady in the Lake to meet up with Laing and Suria. Suria was wearing a mocha-colored cotton dress and a white fox fur coat. Her long legs were wrapped in flesh-colored pantyhose and a pair of leather boots. When Veronica saw Suria, she immediately greeted her warmly, "Sister Suria! Good morning. "
"Oh, it's Veronica. How are you feeling?" When Sulia saw Veronica, she also revealed a standard aristocratic smile. "If you encounter any problems, just tell me or Silvia. We'll help you arrange it. The most important thing for you now is to take care of your body."
"No, no, I'll be fine after a month or two." Veronica's attitude was very humble. "Thank you for your concern."
Olga snorted softly at Veronica's change of attitude.
After a brief introduction, Laing led them into the pavilion of the Lady in the Lake's courtyard. Because of the divine power of the Lady in the Lake, the courtyard was always full of flowers. They sat around a table in the pavilion. Suria directly said to Laing, "So, the plan is for you, Bellegar, Veronica, and Olica? Other than that, Armand, Juan, Xhex, and Lopes will all go with you? "
"That's right. The expedition to Eight Peaks Mountain will be an unprecedented one. We'll march thousands of kilometers." Laing nodded. "I estimate that Brittany will send ten thousand knights and squires. In addition to other troops, the Knight King's kingdom will send more than twenty thousand people, and I'll be leading the expedition as the Knight King."
"How many people can the dwarves send?" Sulia looked at the map. In the eyes of the female knight, twenty thousand men was not a very sufficient number. However, having too many people would indeed put a lot of pressure on the logistics. This was a great expedition, not a war on their own doorstep. They also could not rely on the enemy for food. There was really nothing to eat in the Vile Lands. Therefore, Leon's requirements for the army were to value quality over quantity.
"The Angrende clan has gathered about five thousand people. Plus the dwarves who are willing to join the expedition, Bellegar has paid a high price to hire them, so there are about three thousand people. That's eight thousand people in total." Laing frowned. "This number is less than I expected, but this is all the troops Bellegar can gather."
"In addition, it is said that King Bellegar has signed a contract with an ogre tribe. Perhaps we can hire more mercenaries from the Sea Gate Pass. Therefore, Bellegar and I have about thirty thousand people in total." Ryan gave a simple introduction, "The Sanctuary experts that will be taking part in this expedition will be me, Olica, and Veronica. After King Belega awakened the soul of his ancestor, he will be able to maintain the strength of a Sanctuary for a short period of time under the augmentation of the Heroic Spirit of the first King of Eight Peaks, Loen."
"In addition, the chief rune craftsman of Steel Peak, Sorek Ironbrow, has also responded to Bellegar's call. If we can reach the Titan's Gate in Eight Peaks Mountain, Sorek Ironbrow, his Anvil Brotherhood, the Steel Guards, and the Granite Artillery Brigade will come to support us."
Sulia was still a little worried after a brief introduction of the forces that would be participating in the battle. "If we include Veronica and her witches, your forces are still a little weak. Leon, if this is the only way to fight, your expedition this time will be very difficult."
"In addition, there are some troops and heroes who are not sure if they will participate, such as …" Laing wanted to continue, but the head maid, Sylvia, had already walked in from outside. "Duke, Madam Suria, we have a guest."
"Who?" Laing put down his baton.
"It's Aralos, the hero of the wood elves. He has something to tell you."
Leon smiled when he heard that. He reached out and grabbed a handful of shiny platinum diamonds from the white jade plate on the table in the courtyard. The dazzling light and pure white color made the Duke's smile even more playful.
"Let him in."
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