Since the Lake Fairy had closed the door, Laing and the others could only hear the sound of slapping. Bellegar and the white dwarf both sneered and yelled that the pointy-eared Alaros finally got his comeuppance. Laing laughed in his heart, but he didn't probe further. It was obvious that the Lake Fairy wouldn't let go of such an obvious mistake. The Goddess and Laing could now be said to be the strongest allies, a community of interests, lovers, and fiancees (?). The Lake Fairy was enraged by Alaros' desertion, which almost caused the collapse of the army.
This was the first time Laing had seen the Lake Fairy so angry.
The sound of heavy objects falling and smashing continued to come from the room. Both Bellegar and the white dwarf heard it. The white dwarf snorted, but Bellegar still clenched his Angrund's Hammer and silently drank beer to quench his thirst.
Everyone was waiting for the Lake Fairy's response. Out of respect for Laing, the dwarves respected the Lake Fairy's decision. Bellegar was doing it out of respect for Laing, while the white dwarf knew that the Lake Fairy was the Moon Goddess, Lilith.
Veronica tidied up her long dark brown hair and sat obediently beside Laing. Her magic was almost exhausted. The Gallan Witches had used their strength to gain everyone's respect. In this battle, she and the Gallan Witches had wiped out nearly six thousand Green Dwarfs and Skaven Ratmen. The battlefield was full of charred corpses.
Although she was also a saint and could be ranked in the expeditionary army, Veronica was usually very quiet when it came to military and political matters. She just sat quietly beside Laing and held his arm. She whispered worriedly, "Dear, are you okay?"
"Now, I can only trust the Lady to take care of things." Laing sighed. Alaros had really messed up this time. Originally, the relationship between the elves and the dwarves had improved because of the efforts of the Phoenix King Finnuba. This time, the wood elves sent troops to help Bellegar reclaim Eight Peaks Mountain, which was the perfect opportunity to thaw the relationship.
However, after thinking about it carefully, Laing could only shake his head. This was the problem with the elves' personality.
Both elves and dwarves were proud and complacent races. These two races were once united because of the invasion of Chaos. But why would there be a complete break after that?
This was related to the personalities of the two races. In short, both races were proud and prideful, but the way they showed their pride and the core of the problem was completely different.
To put it simply, dwarves were impolite on the surface, while elves were polite on the surface.
Dwarves were stubborn and inflexible. They liked to complain and despise everything. Especially when humans needed their help, they would put on airs and show off their high standards. It was very difficult to ask Dwarves for help, but as long as it was a promise, even if there were no benefits, Dwarves would still do their best to fulfill it. They would even sacrifice their lives for it. Just like Belegar's oath, Dwarves wouldn't question the oath and contract of their ancestors because it was the bond that kept the Dwarves together.
Therefore, Laing knew that in battle, he could rest assured and leave the most difficult battles to the dwarves. He did not need to believe that they would betray the alliance or run away like the wood elves. It was also because of this that humans and dwarves could often form an alliance and fight together. They had a close relationship and deep friendship.
What about the elves? The elves were arrogant, reclusive, and thought highly of themselves. They believed that their race and civilization were the best in the world. Therefore, they were often polite and polite on the surface, which often gave humans the illusion that the elves were friendly to them. Especially when it came to some requests and cooperation, the arrogant elves would often agree to them out of pride.
It was only a verbal agreement. For the elves, their thinking was very simple. To sum it up, they thought, "I don't want you to think, I want me to think. What you said is very good and very reasonable, but I will still do as I want and do as I want."
This was the elves. They were polite and courteous on the surface, but deep down, they looked down on other races and often disdained to fulfill their agreements. This was because in their view, only they were right. They would not consider the thoughts of others, nor would they think for others. Their only thought circuit was themselves.
During the military conference before the battle, Laing was already on guard against Aralos. This was because the wood elves had no reason to fight to the death and were only here to share the spoils. Therefore, during the military conference, when Aralos proposed to defend the city, Laing did not agree. In the end, it was decided that they would fight in the field. Aralos had fewer people and lacked the right to speak, so he reluctantly accepted the decision to fight in the field.
At that time, Laing felt that something was wrong. Therefore, during the formation, Laing took the initiative to place the wood elves behind the dwarven army, with the Brittany army as the flanks. In the end, Aralos vehemently objected and argued until his face turned red. He said that Laing looked down on Aisley and did not want them to take on important tasks.
At this point, Laing could not say anything more. Moreover, from another perspective, the wood elves were not here to support for free. Everyone had their own goals. War was not a game. Of course, they had to consider the losses that should be incurred. If there were too many casualties, the wood elves would feel that they were at a disadvantage and would naturally ask for more in the post-war distribution. Considering that the wood elves were providing timely assistance and on the frontlines, Laing and the others would naturally consider the wood elves' requests.
No matter what, Aralos was still Aleil's Chosen One champion, so he should not be so incompetent, right?
In the end, he was right! When Laing thought of this, he was so angry that he almost fainted. Aralos, if you don't have the ability to take on this task, then just say that I don't have the ability! Aralos refused and even asked Laing if he looked down on Aisley. In the end, he accepted the task and did not carry it out! This directly led to the death of Harhav Gold Digger. If it were not for the sudden appearance of the white dwarves, the expedition army might have collapsed or even been completely wiped out!
After thinking about it for a while, Laing was so angry that he laughed. It could not be helped. This was the nature of the elves, especially since Aralos' life had been smooth sailing. He was also the hero of the wood elves, favored by Ao Laing and Aleil, chosen by Lilith, and even killed the Shadow Devil Gul. It was not strange for him to be overconfident and obstinate.
"Laing Macado." Just when Laing was still letting his imagination run wild, the white dwarf, Rimbrindale, spoke. He looked at Laing with interest and said, "You have done well. This time, Belegar Ironhammer has the opportunity to reclaim Eight Peaks Mountain. The dwarves must thank you for your efforts, even though your commanding skills are only so-so and your fighting skills are barely passable. You can only be considered a barely qualified warrior, and you found an unreliable pointy-eared ally. Obviously, you did not listen to my advice, which is to never trust pointy-eared people, unless there is a Chaos Demon in the room. So, a young warrior like you, you still have to learn … You humans are still too young, do you understand what I mean? In the future, you still have to improve your posture! "
Here it comes! Laing was speechless. This was the dwarf. It was obviously a compliment, but it was rather rude and even offensive. Fortunately, after interacting with the dwarf for a long time, Laing could automatically filter and capture the key information in the dwarf's words. He stood up politely, pulled Veronica, and bowed together with her. He smiled and said, "This junior thanks Your Highness for your earnest teachings. This junior will remember it."
"Hahahaha!" As expected, Laing's performance made the white dwarf very proud. He laughed and nodded, pretending to be thoughtful. He stroked his long white beard with a golden hoop and said, "Very good. You are indeed a humble and polite human. I admire you. So, I want to ask you, did you really order Aralos to return to the stream to defend the outpost? Tell me the truth! "
"Uh …" Laing pretended to be troubled and lowered his head, leaving enough space for the white dwarf.
"Look at my beard, young man. Look at it." The white dwarf snorted coldly. "Look at the length of my beard. You know your little trick. You are too young, too shallow, and too naive. You don't have to defend the pointy-eared guy and take the blame for him!"
"Humph! We will always remember Brother Laing's kindness to us! "Bellegar also snorted coldly." But we will not let the pointy-eared guy go! This is two different things! "
Laing had no choice but to nod. Now, he could only wait for the result of the negotiation between the Lake Fairy and Aralos.
Fortunately, they didn't have to wait for too long. Less than ten seconds after they finished chatting, the Lake Fairy and Aralos came out from the inner room. At this time, the Wood Elf hero looked like a defeated rooster. His face was dejected, and there was a large palm print on his face. Half of his face was swollen.
At the moment when the door was opened, they heard the Lake Fairy say, "I am very disappointed in you! Very disappointed! Don't make things difficult for Laing. Think about it carefully! "
Then the Lake Fairy turned around and sat beside Ryan. She signaled Aralus with her eyes that he could do as she said.
"I am very sorry, King Bellegar. On behalf of Aisley, I apologize to your people and the dwarves who sacrificed themselves. It is my fault. It is my responsibility. I … I apologize." The Wood Elf Hero walked up to Bellegar. He clenched his teeth so hard that they bled. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white. This was a great humiliation to him, but in the end, he chose to bow his head and apologize under Lilith's gaze.
"Pointy-Eared, if apologizing is useful, why did our ancestors make axes and hammers?" the white dwarf said unceremoniously. "You are not sincere! We dwarves will not accept it! Also, you should kneel! "
"Ugh …" Aralos' face turned purple. His body trembled, but he could not kneel.
At this time, Laing took the initiative to speak. He said in a gentle voice, "How about this? This is a matter between the Bellegar brothers and Aralos. Those of us who are not involved should not be present. Give the two of them some space, is that okay? Just give me some face, okay? "
Aralos cast a grateful look at Laing.
"Okay, then let's go." The white dwarf thought for a moment and finally decided to give Laing some face. They left the big house, leaving only Bellegar and Aralos inside.
A few minutes later, Bellegar and Aralos finally came out of the room. Aralos' state of mind was incomparably humiliated and ashamed, but at the same time, he felt a little relieved. Bellegar reluctantly said, "Since Pointy-Eared has knelt down to apologize and is willing to make a series of compensations, then this matter will end here."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. A huge internal conflict had finally been resolved with the efforts of Laing and the Lake Fairy. This loose alliance was finally preserved.
It was ironic, but also helpless. Laing and Veronica looked at each other. Veronica gave Laing a look that said, "It's none of my business." Laing could only sigh.
After the battle, everyone was very tired. After arranging the patrols, Laing planned to rest. In the snow, the Grail Knight, Laing's flag bearer, Baron Merovin, Armand, came over with a list. "Your Majesty, this is the list of the knights who died in the battle."
"Okay." Laing took the list and looked at it. There were many familiar names on it. After looking around, Laing handed the list back to Armand and said softly, "What about the list of the Old Guard and the serf soldiers?"
"The Old Guard's list is in Bertrand's hands. The army is still verifying it. As for the serf soldiers' list, it can't come out for the time being." Armand looked up at the dark clouds above the peaks of the Eight Peaks Mountain. His long hair fluttered in the wind. "It may take some time. The number of serf soldiers who died in this war is too high. Let alone the Titan's Gate, even the list of those who died in the battle of the Valaya's Gate has not come out."
"Do your best, Armand. In any case, make sure that the pensions are paid in full. Tell them that if anyone embezzles the serf pensions, the lady and I will not forgive them." Laing nodded.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Armand saluted. Laing noticed that there was a small wound on the Grail Knight's forehead. It seemed to be caused by the Skaven ratman's slings. However, it was only a flesh wound, and there was not much blood. With the Grail Knight's recovery ability, he would be fine in a day or two. So, Laing did not say anything and just patted Armand on the shoulder.
Later, Baron Lucien of the Steeple Palace and Grand Baron Deven also came to report the battle situation to Laing. These two guys were the only two "old men" left under Laing's command. Laing gently encouraged them and told them that when they returned to Brittany, they would be rewarded according to their contributions.
After arranging everything, Laing asked François to help him manage the affairs of the army. Then, he returned to his residence with Veronica. It was a big house located at the top of the stream outpost. When Laing opened the door, the Lady of the Lake was already sitting on Laing's bed. The Lady of the Lake had her arms crossed in front of her chest. Her beautiful legs were wrapped in a pair of thin, flesh-colored stockings, and a pair of black open-toed fishmouth heels. It was rare that the Lady of the Lake did not apply nail polish today. It seemed that she was in a hurry. When she saw Laing coming in, the Lady of the Lake clapped her hands and motioned for Laing to come over.
The dark elf, Olica, had already changed back into her black and white maid outfit. She had put on a headscarf, white silk stockings, and black strappy high heels. She was in the middle of lighting a fire. When she saw Leon enter, she immediately got up and took off his armor. "Master!"
"Olica, it's been hard on you. You should rest for a while." Laing first nodded at Olica, then motioned for Veronica to rest. Although Garland did not fight on the frontlines and was covered in dust and snow, she also nodded and motioned for her apprentice to boil water. She wanted to take a bath.
"Laing, I've already reprimanded Aralos. Don't worry." The Goddess of the Lake pulled Ryan to sit beside her. Her face was still filled with anger, as if she had expected better from him. "I also hope that you can understand. Aralos' life has been too smooth in the past, which made him too confident in himself. There is no problem with his personal strength, but there was a serious mistake in his command. Don't be prejudiced against the Wood Elves or even the Elves because of this. At the very least, I will always stand by your side."
"We still need the wood elves' strength to reclaim Eight Peaks Mountain." Laing slowly nodded. He knew why the Lady of the Lake had appeared. She wanted to give everyone a way out. "After this battle, we won't be far off from conquering Eight Peaks Mountain. Our next plan is not to attack head-on."
"What plans do you have now?" The Lady of the Lake saw that Laing did not vent his anger on her, and her expression became much better. She immediately grabbed Laing's arm and leaned on him. "Let's talk about it."
"Next, we'll form a five-man team and enter the underground tunnels of Eight Peaks Mountain. We'll kill Headhunter Quake and that Lord of Calamity, those two rat bastards!"
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