In the stinky green prison of the armory, dozens of dwarves were locked up. They looked depressed and were tied up with iron chains. When they saw the door open, the dwarves stood up and cursed at the newcomers in the most classic dwarven language. After pouring out their anger to their heart's content, they were stunned.
A group of Brittany knights and dwarves led by Dugan Ironman came in. The Brittany knights were fine because they could not understand what the dwarves were saying. Only a few of the knights understood the dwarven language (but most dwarves knew some human language). Dugan Ironman's face was dark. After hearing a series of curses, the dwarf engineer wanted to reconsider whether to release the dwarven prisoners.
But the Brittany knights did not understand. The leader of the Grail knights, Laing's flag bearer, Armand, thought that the dwarf was venting his dissatisfaction, so he signaled the squires to hurry up and open the dungeon to release the dwarven friends.
Due to many years of cooperation, the knights under Ryan's command generally had a good impression of the dwarves.
The shackles and dungeon made of green were quite sturdy. The squires broke the dungeon roughly, but they could do nothing about the shackles. The dwarven prisoners, on the other hand, did not ask for help. They just sat on the ground sullenly and did not say a word. They seemed to be sulking because of what had just happened, and also seemed to be a little embarrassed. In short, their faces were flushed red.
The two sides faced each other awkwardly for a while. The squires found that the green shackles were really sturdy. They could only look at Dugan Ironman for help. The dwarf engineer pursed his lips. Before he could say anything, Laing came in with a few Old Guard. "What's going on? Dwarven friends are locked up? Why haven't you let them out yet? "
"… It's nothing. The green shackles are sturdier. I'm thinking of a way." Dugan Ironman hesitated for a moment and decided to let bygones be bygones. "Wait a minute, His Majesty Laing. I'll get some tools."
"Okay. Men, bring some dwarven beer." Laing nodded.
Many people had the impression that the green dwarves would slaughter all the dwarves after conquering the dwarven fortress. But this impression was actually wrong because it was actually the Skaven Ratmen who did it. After conquering the dwarven fortress, the green dwarves would indeed slaughter some of the dwarves, but more dwarves would be captured by the green dwarves and then used for fun.
What was fun?
Most of the dwarves would have their hair and beards shaved by the green dwarves, and then branded with a green tattoo on their scalps. After that, these dwarves would become decorations on the green dwarves' thrones, pets chained up by iron chains, decorations on the roof of the green dwarves' siege chariots, ammunition for the green dwarves' catapults, and food reserves for the goblins, Squigs, and battle boars.
For example, the Dwarf King Cazador of Carac Ironpeak Castle was once ambushed by the warlord of the Blackrock Castle, Brother Spirit Fang. He was directly attacked into the throne room of Ironpeak Castle, and his queen and eldest son were captured. King Cazador swore that he would make Brother Spirit Fang pay with blood. Many years later, Supreme King Solgrin the Grudge and Cazador learned that Brother Spirit Fang was severely injured in the battle with Tarim Khan, and the green dwarves of the Blackrock Castle suffered heavy losses. They decided to join forces and finally killed Brother Spirit Fang and destroyed the entire Blackrock Castle. They also found Cazador's eldest son, Kazrik, in the underground prison of the Blackrock Castle. But after years of torture and having his beard shaved off and his hair branded with a green tattoo, Kazrik's mind was no longer normal.
Obviously, the Dwarf in front of him had heard of Laing's name. Facing the water bag handed to him by the attendant, the Dwarf with a big brown beard hesitated for a moment. He stretched out his mouth and took a big gulp of Dwarf Beer. After coughing twice, he awkwardly said, "Thank you, the great Knight King. Thank you for saving us. My name is Bazrak Bergen. I'm a ranger from Carac Domar. My people and I were transporting a caravan of beer to the Sea Gate when we encountered the Goblin Wolf Riders."
This group of dwarves was obviously starving. Everyone gulped down beer, and a water bag was quickly emptied. The attendants immediately brought in more water bags.
"You're lucky, Dwarf." Laing smiled and nodded. He directly reached out his hand and broke the shackles. He then took the initiative to reach out his hand and said, "My army and I defeated the Goblins here and conquered the armory. Now, you're free."
"Thank you very much." Bazrak's face was still filled with humiliation and unwillingness. He bowed slightly to Laing as a form of respect. Then, the Dwarven soldiers stepped forward and helped the Dwarves escape from the shackles.
In the open space of the armory that was filled with blood and mud, Laing listened to Bazrak's account of their encounter.
Bazrak came from the famous Karag Domar. He was the brewmaster of the famous Bagman Brewery. He was transporting a caravan of beer to the Sea Gate Pass for trade, but he was ambushed by Goblins near the Armory Castle. He was captured and brought to this place. Most of the Dwarves in the caravan died in battle, and only about 20 of them were left. The Goblin Warlord, Jit Sourbelly, didn't have time to deal with this group of bearded enemies before Llane came.
Bazrak desperately wanted to know what happened to their goods, but the expedition only found a few empty barrels in the armory. Only seven or eight of the barrels were still full. The rest had been drunk by the Green Dwarves. The Bagman Beer had been taken by the knights who charged in first.
It was obvious that the knights weren't willing to hand over their loot. Bazrak could feel their hostile gazes when they saw his attitude. Bagman Beer was sold all over the world. A barrel of it was worth at least 20 crowns. Sometimes, it could be worth even more when it was out of stock. Not to mention, the Dwarven Beer itself was also a kind of 'liquid ration'.
"Sigh, I knew it. Smart Dwarves always know everything." The Master Brewer sighed and said to the knights, "Forget it, I'll give the rest to you. Take it as a gift from me. Do you see a black wine barrel? It's pure black with the words' Bergen Premium 'written on it. "
"You're talking about this?" Suria's uncle, Antelm, smiled. He was the first to charge in and knew that there was good beer in the barrel, so he immediately put it away.
"This is Bergen Premium. I brewed it myself. Please return it to me," Bazrak said stubbornly. Bazrak said stubbornly, "I can give you ten barrels of Bargmann beer in exchange. This is a special thickened dwarven beer. Humans can't drink it."
"Then … it's a deal!" Antelm agreed without hesitation.
An hour later, Belle Gar led his army and arrived at the armory. Looking at the burning fortress, Belle Gar nodded his head in satisfaction.
The interior of the fortress was still a mess. A large number of serfs and squires were cleaning up the scene. The Old Guard was on guard duty, while Laing and the rest were talking to the dwarves who had just been released. When Bellegar approached with his personal guards, Angerode was the first to recognise him. "Oh, it's Bazrak Bergen! Master Brewer of Bagman! Don't tell me you've been captured by the Wolf Riders? "
"Your Majesty Bellegar, you really are a bastard. What does this have to do with you? I swear by Granny's Hammer that I'll make the Wolf Riders pay for this with their blood! " Bazlak Bergen was furious. When he was released from prison, all he could think of was to make the Green Dwarfs pay for their atrocities. However, the knights had slaughtered all the Green Dwarfs in the arsenal. When he came out, all he saw were corpses piled up on the ground. He could not find a chance to take revenge, so he could only find a hammer and smash the corpses a few times to vent his anger.
"Goblin Wolf Riders? Sorry, they're all dead under my hammer, "Bellegar said proudly. Belega said proudly, "It's a pity that Jitte Sourbelly got away. My rangers found out that Jitte Sourbelly saw the fall of the armory and is heading towards the Roof of the World."
Bazrak snorted coldly.
"Join us, Bazrak." Bellegar coughed a few times. He knew the identity of the Dwarves. They were brewers and a group of legendary elite troops — the Rangers of Bagman. Therefore, Bellegar had an idea. "Follow us to reclaim the Eight Peaks Mountain! Bazrak! We need your strength. "
"We've been cheated once! We won't be cheated a second time! " Who knew that Bazrak would not give Bellegar any face at all. He rushed in front of Bellegar angrily. Suddenly, he realized something and said stubbornly, "Anyway, thank you for your rescue. But this trade has failed. My people and I have to go to the Sea Gate."
Bellegar still wanted to say something, but Laing took the initiative and said, "Okay, I'll send a team to escort you to the Sea Gate."
"Thank you, His Majesty Laing. Our Karag Domar and Master Brewer Bazrak Bergen will always be grateful for your help." Bazrak nodded and quickly left with the rescued Dwarves.
They cleaned up the armory and made a place for Laing and Bellegar to discuss. The Grail Knights sat together with Bellegar and Veronica, while Olica went to arrange a place for Laing to rest for the night.
"Bazrak Bergen and Bagman are both stubborn old men! We have an unprecedented opportunity to reclaim the Eight Peaks Mountain, "Bellegar said. Belle Jia was still nagging. The proud King of Eight Peak Mountain was still brooding over his rejection. "They didn't want it, they gave it up themselves."
Because you have failed several times, people are not willing to believe you at all! The Grail Knights present all complained in their hearts.
Laing thought that Bellegar's attempt to reclaim the Eight Peaks Mountain was indeed a bit of a reversal of history. In terms of racial advantage and fertility, there was no doubt that the Skaven Ratmen and the Green Dwarves were better than the Dwarves. Without his help, the Eight Peaks Mountain would always be an unreachable dream.
Just like Istanbul would never turn back into Constantinople.
Reversing history was the favorite of some evil players, but even if they could achieve their dreams countless times in the game and change any ending at will, the reality was that they could not go back.
"In short, at present, we have completed the first phase of the goal." Laing pointed at the location of the military fortress on the map. "Now, what we need to do is to rebuild the military fortress and make this fortress an important logistical stronghold. The military fortress is only 50 kilometers away from the Sea Gate. It only takes a day for the transport team to arrive from the Sea Gate. So, this place is very important for this expedition. At least one month later, we will prepare to march on Iron Cliff."
"Lay a solid foundation, is it?" Kalad nodded slowly. The series of victories made this Grail Knight a little impatient, but it was clear that Laing's orders were authoritative. "But are we going to garrison here for more than a month?"
"It's not a complete garrison. During this time, we can raid everywhere." Laing smiled. "The fortresses of the Green Dwarves nearby are all our treasure troves! Their treasures are all ours! "
The Knights liked this answer, and everyone nodded.
The Knights loved money, and they took it in the right way (referring to robbing the Green Dwarves)!
Although this great expedition had just begun, the Knights had already plundered an amazing amount of wealth.
Bellegar did not completely agree with Laing's opinion. He thought for a while and could only say, "There are advantages to advancing quickly, but what Brother Laing said makes sense. We have lost a lot of guns and bullets along the way, and we need to replenish them. Also, we need enough food reserves. At present, the army has less than a month's worth of food left, and it will take time to transport the food."
"Yes." Everyone nodded, and the scene fell into silence.
Veronica rolled her eyes. As Laing's chief minister, she rarely expressed her opinion, but this time, she took the initiative to speak. She pointed at the map and said, "If we have to transport the food from the mainland, it will be a great loss. Why don't we buy the food from the Black Fire Pass directly from the Empire's Ivy Hill? Won't the distance be much shorter? "
"We have already bought it." Antelm stroked his beard and said seriously, "The food support from Ivy Hill will be sent to the frontline in a few days. This is also why we have to take down the armory. Ivy Hill's transport team and guards will pass through the Black Fire Pass and send the food through Akendorf, but we have to ensure that the road is clear."
"Very well, Lucian!" Laing nodded and called his subordinate, Baron Lucian of the Steeple Palace.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Lucian approached fully armed.
"As for the arrangement of patrols and defense, I'll leave it to you."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"Hex!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"You will be responsible for repairing the walls and dividing the living areas, as well as distributing manpower."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Laing stood up and said, "Everyone, do your jobs. This is only a good start for this great expedition. Endless difficulties await us in the future!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
… I'm a good start, but I'm halfway to success …
In the dark night, the goblin warlord, Jitte Sourbelly, was riding on his goblin wolf, galloping across the desert of the Badlands.
When he returned to the armory, the flames and smoke in the distance made the cunning goblin warlord realize that the armory had fallen.
Belegar was back. The bearded enemy had returned with a huge army of dwarves and human shrimps! This army was more powerful than any other army in the past!
This news must be reported to the Dark Moon Clan and the Eight Peaks Mountain's general, Skarnik!
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