"What? You said you attacked those canned shrimps in the middle of the night? But you were unlucky when the river suddenly rose, and the canned shrimps were well prepared? That's impossible! What happened?! " When Skarnik heard that his Goblin Wolf Riders had been completely wiped out, he was first shocked, but then he thought that it was impossible. That was an army of more than 12,000 men, and a large number of them were light cavalry. Even if they couldn't win, they could retreat at any time.
But the Goblin Warlord, Jit Sourbelly, who appeared in front of him, gave Skarnik an answer. The Goblin Wolf Riders were really finished! More than twelve thousand soldiers were all gone!
"It's true! The river blocked our retreat, and there were so many canned shrimps that we couldn't even count!" Jit Sourbelly shrieked. "We rushed up in the middle of the night and were pushed back by the canned shrimps. Then, a lot of canned shrimps came. They came from the east, the west, and the north. There were so many of them that we couldn't even count! They broke us apart and rushed into the river. They washed us away. I … I jumped into the water and ran along the river. Run! Run! "
"What the hell are you running for?!" Skarnik grabbed a wooden stick and smashed it on Jit Sourbelly's head. Blood splattered everywhere. The Goblin Warlord was directly split open by the Eight Peaks Mountain general. Jit Sourbelly was dizzy from the hit, and Skarnik kicked him to the ground. The Eight Peaks Mountain general was so angry that white smoke was coming out of his head. He roared, "Did you figure it out? How many enemies are there? How many canned shrimps? "
"I … I don't know, boss!" Jit Sourbelly scratched his head so hard that it was covered in black blood. When he heard Skarnik's question, he was stunned for a moment. He quickly said, "Anyway, there are a lot of them, a lot of them, a lot of them!"
"Then how many are there?!" Skarnik was already very impatient. His pet, the Goblins, had already received some kind of hint. The giant Skarnik was staring at Jitte with its mouth wide open, drooling. Its appearance was like a large red meatball. Most of its body was its head. Its mouth was extremely large, filled with sharp teeth and a huge tongue.
The Goblins had devoured countless enemies and allies. This Skuiger was the only thing that Skuiger trusted. It had accompanied Skuiger for his entire life and saved Skuiger's life in many crises. It had devoured hundreds of Green Dwarfs, thousands of Skuiger Ratmen, and other things. It had also devoured Belega twice.
Perhaps the Dwarves were not easy to digest. In the end, Bellegar used the power of the Divine Equipment, the Shield of Resistance and the Holy Hammer of Angrund to force the Goblins to spit him out.
Jit Sourbelly's whole body was trembling uncontrollably. Even the most ferocious and terrifying Black Orc Warlord was afraid of the Goblins' big mouth, let alone a mere Goblin.
Thinking of this, the Goblin Warlord gritted his teeth and said, "I, I didn't see clearly how many shrimps there were. It was raining heavily and it was night, but I estimate that there were at least … at least tens of thousands of them!"
Yes, that's it. I'll just say more! If I say more, then it won't be a problem with my command!
It's not that I didn't work hard enough! It's that the canned shrimps are too cunning!
"Tens of thousands of canned shrimps?!" Skarnik calmed down when he heard this news. He smiled. The Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord's mouth curved up like a crescent moon. "There really are tens of thousands of canned shrimps?"
"Yes!" Sourbelly hurriedly said. The expression on its face looked especially sincere.
"Very good. Looks like you're still somewhat useful. Come, come, stretch your head over here. I want to give you a surprise." Skarnik smiled brightly.
Sourbelly let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had passed this test. The Goblin Warlord took a step forward with some anticipation.
The next second, the Goblin suddenly opened its bloody mouth. Before Sourbelly could understand what was happening, half of its body was swallowed into the Goblin's mouth. The sharp fangs pierced through Sourbelly's armor, tearing flesh and steel apart. The Goblin let out an excited cry and began to devour the Goblin Warlord in large mouthfuls.
Flesh and blood splattered everywhere. The Goblin's fangs tore apart its delicious food. Skarnik looked at the scene in front of him with joy. He laughed with incomparable joy.
Nothing made Skarnik happier than watching the Goblin eat its fill.
However, Skarnik's laughter soon stopped.
So, how many canned shrimps had come as reinforcements?
Tens of thousands was impossible. The War General of Eight Peaks Mountain had been famous in the Evil Lands for decades, and he had even tamed the Black Beastmen. He had relied on his incomparable cunning and foresight, as well as his master-level tactics and strategies.
A kingdom of canned shrimps couldn't possibly have tens of thousands of people!
But, how many had come? As long as there were thousands of canned shrimps, this battle would be very difficult to win.
Skarnik sat on the throne of Eight Peaks Mountain. The Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord, who had always been full of confidence and strategizing, was now somewhat restless. He was now faced with a dilemma.
Not far from Titan's Gate, the expeditionary army at the stream outpost was eyeing Eight Peaks Mountain like a tiger watching its prey. They could launch an all-out attack at any time. Skarnik knew the short Belega's character the best. He was definitely plotting how to break through his defenses.
If the canned shrimps really had so many reinforcements, Skarnik would be committing suicide if he waited any longer. However, if he had to take the initiative to deal with the expeditionary army at the stream outpost, not only would it be difficult to siege the city, but the countless Skarvan Ratmen under Eight Peaks Mountain would also become restless.
But if he led the army to deal with the canned shrimps' reinforcements? Would the expeditionary army suddenly attack Titan's Gate? If Titan's Gate couldn't be defended, then he wouldn't even have a home.
The Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord slammed the long handle of his Sword of Skarnik on the ground. He went back and forth to deduce several countermeasures, but he still couldn't find a foolproof solution. The canned shrimps' reinforcements in the distance, the short Belega shrimps' allied army nearby, and the Skarvan Moss clan under Eight Peaks Mountain were all huge threats to him.
What should he do? Skarnik thought about it and felt that the key to the problem was still the canned shrimps' reinforcements.
If the canned shrimps' reinforcements were really many, then it wouldn't be strange for Jitte Sourbelly to lose, but … what if this was a trap?
Skarnik also understood the situation in the Brittany Knight King's Kingdom. The heavy cavalry of this kingdom was indeed powerful, but under the leadership of the hammer-wielding knight, many knights had already come. How could the canned shrimps' reinforcements be thousands more? Did they not want their home anymore?
Skarnik felt a little strange. He recalled Jitte Sourbelly's last words.
"The canned shrimps are coming from all directions."
"I, I didn't see how many shrimps there were. It was raining heavily, and it was night."
"Anyway, there were a lot of them, a lot of them, a lot of them!"
Jitte Sourbelly, you idiot! Was he fooled by the canned shrimps?
Skarnik had always been suspicious of the so-called ten or twenty thousand canned shrimps' reinforcements. The Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord felt that something was wrong. He thought about it and finally made a decision.
He wanted to go to the Evil Water River and see for himself!
Skarnik immediately began to gather his troops. He ordered the Green Skin Warlords under his command to hold their ground and not come out. At the same time, he led a small army to continue to test the defenses of the stream outpost. Meanwhile, he led the most elite Black Orc army and the Dark Night Goblin's Fanatics and left Eight Peaks Mountain through the underground tunnel.
He wanted to personally confirm whether the enemy really had a lot of manpower or if it was a trap.
Just like that, unbeknownst to everyone, the Eight Peaks Mountain warrior rode on his Squigg and disappeared into the night.
… I'm the cunning dividing line of the canned shrimps …
After a few days of rapid marching through the Vile Lands, Skarnik quickly arrived near the Vile River. As a green-skinned warlord and a world-famous general of Eight Peaks, the green-skinned creatures of the Vile Lands would not cause him any trouble. Instead, they would actively follow him. As such, when Skarnik arrived at the Vile River, he was unimpeded. He had already gathered two to three thousand scattered goblins and green-skinned creatures around him. In addition to his own elites, they formed a sizable army.
After a few days of rapid marching, Skarnik arrived at the Evil Water River, the battlefield of the Evil Water River.
Obviously, the battlefield of the Evil Water River had been cleaned up. The corpses of the Green Skin Warlords had been piled into several piles and burned clean. Even the canned shrimps' camp had been dismantled. The information Skarnik could get was really limited.
The Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord tried to check the footprints and the direction of the attack at the riverbank, but due to the heavy rain that day and after, the entire riverbank was extremely muddy. The few footprints that were originally small were also messed up by the rain. Skarnik led his army to the riverbank to check for a long time, but he couldn't find anything for the time being.
It seemed that Jitte Sourbelly wasn't lying. Skarnik observed for a long time, but he was still suspicious of Jitte Sourbelly's "tens of thousands of canned shrimps".
The Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord felt that something was wrong. He waved his Sword of Skarnik irritably, thinking about what to do next. If another ten or twenty thousand canned shrimps really came, he would really be in trouble!
But if this was a trap, how did Jitte Sourbelly bury the entire Wolfriders just like that?
While the Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord was still thinking, a goblin scout rushed over from afar. It was covered in blood and had holes in its body that were still smoking. Just as it rushed in front of Skarnik, the goblin fell to the ground. It struggled to get up. "Bo … Boss, I've found the canned shrimps' camp. There's a lot, a lot of shrimps, a lot!"
"A lot? You saw it with your own eyes? "Skarnik suddenly raised his head.
"There are enemy patrols everywhere. There are also flying carts that can 'tut tut tut' and 'bang bang bang bang'. They're really amazing!" The goblin wailed. He simply used his finger to dig out a yellow bullet from the smoking hole in his body. He cried out in pain. "Boss, look!"
"Let's go take a look!"
"Motherf * cker! What are the canned shrimps trying to do? " Skarnik was still very uneasy. He immediately led a few black orcs and goblins to the canned shrimps' 'camp'.
But in the process of approaching the knights' camp, Skarnik encountered a huge obstacle.
There were patrolling knights everywhere!
In the vicinity of the campsite, there were many knights personally leading their squires to patrol the plains! Skarnik avoided three or four patrols along the way. This made the Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord not dare to approach at all.
Most of the patrols were ordinary knights, but there were occasional royal knights and expeditionary knights. Skarnik was still cautious. Although he couldn't see who was in the canned shrimps, he carefully observed the flags these knights were carrying. He actually didn't see any duplicates.
Looks like I'm really infamous. The canned shrimps have all the knights of their kingdom here? Skarnik was a little shaken. Damn hammer-wielding boss Laing Macado. Did I, Skarnik, eat your rice?! Are you really going to use the whole kingdom to fight me?!
In addition to the canned shrimps patrolling, there were also Dwarven gyrocopters from Sea Gate flying around in the sky, monitoring everything nearby. The canned shrimps' pegasus knights were also quite common. These flying canned shrimps monitored the situation nearby, and they did so from a high altitude.
Once they saw a green-skinned scout, they would immediately swoop down and attack, killing any enemy without mercy.
In the next day and a half, Skarnik couldn't find a chance to approach the camp at all. He tried many ways to approach and probe, but the endless patrolling army finally stopped the cunning Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord. He was still discovered by the patrolling army, and the Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord immediately fled. The knights couldn't catch up with the light cavalry led by Skarnik, so they had to give up.
After watching the knights change shifts from many hidden places, the Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord began to calculate everything. Behind a hill, Skarnik carefully calculated. "We've encountered twelve teams of canned shrimps in a day and a half. Each team has a hundred people, so twelve teams have a thousand and two hundred people. Assuming that the canned shrimps change shifts every three to five days, one day shift and one night shift, there are ten teams of people in each shift. These shrimps … really have ten to twenty thousand people!"
The Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord felt extremely terrible pressure. The situation was getting worse and worse.
He seemed to feel that a terrifying net was really closing in on him. If the canned shrimps reinforcements arrived at the foot of Eight Peaks Mountain, it would be his doomsday.
The Goblin Wolf Riders had been completely wiped out. Now, Skarnik didn't have a mobile army to restrain the canned shrimps reinforcements!
Even now, Skarnik was still unwilling to believe that the Knight King's Kingdom had really sent an army of ten to twenty thousand people! The Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Just as he was about to probe and investigate again, a Goblin Wolf Rider brought the latest news. "Not good! Boss! Not good! "
"It's the Forest Elves! The Forest Elven Prince and a few pointy-eared Lords! " The Goblin Wolf Rider Scout passed through the Wasteland of the Wasteland and brought back a piece of news that made Skarnik's whole body turn cold. "It's the Green Pointy-Eared Lords! They've joined the alliance of the canned shrimps and dwarves. They've attacked our territory and made us cry out in pain! "
When Skarnik heard this news, he immediately raised Skarnik's Sword. Behind him, the heavily armoured Black Orc army and the Night Goblin army immediately stopped in their tracks.
These were the two most elite armies of the Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord, and also his trump card.
The Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord immediately stretched out his sword and pressed the blade against the Goblin Wolf Rider's neck. "Then did you kill all the pointy-eared Lords?"
"N-no, the pointy-eared Lords were like cowards. They ran away after shooting a few arrows at us!" The Goblin Wolf Rider said with some fear and stubbornness, "A bunch of cowardly things. It's not worth it!"
"Idiot!" Skarnik didn't have time to think about why the canned shrimps had so many reinforcements, nor did he have time to think about whether there were really ten or twenty thousand reinforcements. The Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord immediately closed his eyes. Decades of experience, wisdom and cunning told him that with the appearance of the Wood Elves, he was about to fall into a desperate situation.
A few minutes later, Skarnik opened his eyes again. "Go to Dragoncliff Castle!"
"Go to Dragoncliff Castle and ask for reinforcements from Gelk and Tribulation Tooth. Have them set off immediately and come to Eight Peaks Mountain for reinforcements!"
"Yes, boss!" The Goblin Wolf Rider immediately left.
"Take this and go to the Big Stomach Tribe!" Skarnik immediately gave a second order. He took out the Eight Peaks Mountain King's crown and said, "Hire those Ogres to come and support us immediately!"
"Understood, boss!" Another Goblin Wolf Rider left.
Not enough, still not enough. Skarnik was still thinking. Even with these two armies, it was still not enough!
He had to fight the expeditionary army occupying the stream outpost before the canned shrimps' reinforcements arrived at Eight Peaks Mountain!
As he closed his eyes and pondered, a tempting thought appeared in his mind. Perhaps there was another army that could help him.
The Eight Peaks Mountain general thought for a few minutes and finally made a decision. He raised the Sword of Skarnik high in the air again.
"Pointy ears!"
"Canned shrimps!"
"Bearded enemies!"
"Eight Peaks Mountain will be their grave!"
"Are you ready for a big fight? Brats?! Waaagh！”
“Waaaaagh！！！”
Under the tsunami-like roars, it was Skarnik and his elite army.
The war was about to begin.
… I am the division line for a big fight …
A few hours later, in François's camp.
The entire camp of the reinforcements was empty. There were less than three hundred knights. François had sent all the knights out to patrol and increase their numbers. The camp was so empty that you could raise rats. In order to increase their numbers and create a false impression that they had more people, the knights had to work in two shifts. They were extremely tired and many of the warhorses had lost weight.
"My Duke! The Pegasus Knights and the Sea Gate Dwarves have confirmed Skarnik's presence. He stayed nearby and investigated for a few hours before leaving! "A knight squire in the camp quickly approached." What should we do next? Continue? "
"No need. The Lady has already told me in my dream. This patrol can end now. Everyone has worked hard." François strolled in the empty camp. "Next, it's up to Laing and the others."
"Yes!" The knight squires were relieved after hearing this. Such a high-intensity patrol had been going on for several days. The knights could not hold on any longer.
François strolled alone in the camp. The Duke was thinking about what else he could do for Laing and the others. Suddenly, two voices came from behind him. One was a hoarse subwoofer, and the other was a magnetic high-pitched voice.
"Aha, I didn't expect someone to be able to deceive Skarnik. What an amazing little fellow."
"Isn't that so? His Excellency the Duke's name has spread throughout the old world. "
"Who is it?" François turned around. He looked a little surprised. "Ah, you are that …"
"It's an honor to meet you, Duke Winford. Although we are late, but … do you need our help? Or rather, does the Knight King Kingdom need our help?"
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