Afternoon, Eight Peaks Mountain, River Cove Town, King Laing's golden-roofed red and blue tent.
In the inner room, the dark elf maid and Gallan Witch were both lying on the soft bed. Both Olica and Veronica had a deep blush on their faces. The faint blush added even more color to Veronica's bright and sweet face and Olica's enchanting and delicate face.
Veronica was wearing a rose velvet High Elf dress with a pair of black velvet patterned tights. Her long, white legs were wrapped in the silk stockings, and her smooth feet were covered in a pair of black stilettos with red soles. Her beautiful legs were exposed under the blanket. Gallan Witch's dark brown hair fell over her shoulders. Veronica was so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers. She leaned weakly against the pillow and closed her eyes to enjoy the afterglow.
Olica was more energetic than Veronica, but the dark elf obviously didn't want to get up. Today, she wore a black rose palace strapless dress, which perfectly displayed the dark elf's delicate and flirtatious temperament. Unlike the white silk of the past, Olica wore a pair of translucent black crystal velvet pantyhose paired with a pair of small crystal slippers, revealing her smooth and delicate black silk toes, ankles, and insteps. The dark elf simply wrapped herself in a blanket. Her amber eyes were filled with contentment, and she glanced at Veronica from time to time.
"Why are you looking at me? We've done this many times." Veronica was indeed tired. She even felt like she was in the clouds. Gallan Witch was a little amused. She wasn't particularly shy in private. "Just say what you want to say."
"Other than me, you've been with Morgiana the most, right?" Olica blinked her big, watery eyes slyly. The Dark Elf was dressed differently from her usual maid attire. Right now, she looked quite flirtatious.
"I don't spend as much time with Morgianna as I do with you." Veronica was too lazy to move. She just let herself relax. "Speaking of which, Laing went on two expeditions. One was to Estalia, and the other was to Eight Peaks Mountain. It seemed like the two of us were the only ones following him."
"So, did you find anything?" Olica didn't continue with Veronica's topic. Instead, she stared at Veronica's lower abdomen meaningfully. "What's the difference between yours and mine, Morgiana's or other people's spiritual tattoos?"
"Different?" Veronica felt a little strange. Garland put her hand on her stomach and blushed. "I didn't look at it in detail, but aren't all spiritual tattoos the same?"
"It's not exactly the same." Olica said lazily, "There are some subtle differences. Master gave each of us different spiritual tattoos, especially Queen Suria's."
"Have you met Madame Suria?" Veronica perked up, and Garland asked curiously, "I remember that Madam Suria has never …"
"As Master's personal maid, I have the opportunity to see it occasionally." Olica shook her head. "I want to tell you, Veronica, that this spiritual tattoo … is very special."
"I know. If it weren't for the power of the spiritual tattoo, I would have died in Tzeentch's Crystal Maze." Veronica nodded. "So, what do you want to tell me?"
"What I want to say is that you have to learn to cherish what you have, Veronica. You know very little about Master's secrets." Olica stretched out a pair of delicate black feet, gently kicked off the crystal slippers on her feet, and wrapped herself in the quilt. The dark elf looked at Veronica, hesitated, and said, "Master has the power that even the gods desire. If I'm not wrong, you still want to be independent from Master, right?"
"Independent? You can say that. " Veronica paused for a moment after hearing Olica's words. Garland laughed at herself. "How could I leave Laing? I was able to get to where I am today because of Ryan's influence and power, as well as his resources. How could I leave my lover? But there's one thing you're right about. I do plan to become independent, but not for Leon, but for the Garland Council. I plan to take my forces and become independent from the Garland Council. Whether it's Margarita or Carolina, don't bother me. Right now, I'm relying on the big tree that is Leon and living freely. Why would I need to listen to the orders of the Chairman or anyone else? "
"So that's how it is." Olica didn't seem surprised by this answer. As a dark saint wizard, Olica certainly knew how powerful Laing's spiritual runes were. Even the High Elf Goddess and the Lake Goddess Witch were infatuated with Laing, let alone a talented mortal like Veronica. The dark elf thought for a moment, and then asked, "What about Aurora and Teresa?"
"Them?" Veronica frowned as Olica expected. Garland thought for a moment, and then said with reservation, "I know that mother and daughter. Teresa isn't someone who likes to fight. I can see that she's very satisfied with her current situation, and she doesn't want to fight with me. She's a good girl, and I don't want to trouble her. As for Aurora … I can see that she has her own ideas."
"Hmm …" Olica smiled sweetly. "I have a suggestion, Ms. Veronica. Are you interested in hearing it?"
"What suggestion?" Veronica's interest was piqued.
"Why don't we attack Aurora first?" Olica smiled strangely. "Someone is willing to take the lead to deal with her."
"You mean … Morgiana?!" Veronica immediately realized something.
"That's right. So, do you want to join us?" Olica already knew the answer.
"Then … count me in!" Veronica smiled as well. "I'm looking forward to seeing what this female Holy Elder, who has dominated the Old World for decades, will be like after falling into our hands."
"Don't worry, I have many ways, many …"
… I am the dividing line of many ways …
Half an hour later, in the hall of the king's tent, Laing was also leaning lazily on his seat. François and Kalad were sitting on the left and right sides respectively. Among them, François's chief courtier, Zachis Morningstar, and Veronica's apprentice, Katherine, who had recently become a legendary witch, were standing behind the two Great Holy Grails.
Then there were the knights and nobles under his command. They were:
The newly promoted Marquis of Loire, the Great Holy Grail of the Holy Grail, Toulas de Schangel.
The newly promoted Count Leon, the Great Holy Grail of the Holy Grail, Julien de Cajon.
The Count of Northern Musillon, Larotte.
The head of the Freya Ancient Church District, the Patriarch of the Western Brittany Diocese, the Head of the Knights Templar, Alfred Frey.
The Great Baron of Devon, Hecks de Heath.
Baron Merovin, the flag bearer, the Knight of the Holy Grail, Armand.
The Baron of Biokari, Juan Carlos, the Sungazer.
The Baron of the Steeple Palace, Lucian.
The acting commander of the Brittany Independent Regiment, Durant.
The commander of the Old Guard, Bertrand.
The commander of the Forest Rangers, "Emerald Wind", Dace.
The new commander of the Ugor Archers, Berliat Gulag.
After the deaths of Baron Richard, Baron Vaz, Baron Lopes, and the commander of the Forest Rangers, Astell, and the others, this was the new team of Laing. These people would continue to be loyal to Laing, and Olivier and Lopes had appointed successors. This was waiting for Laing to return to Brittany to make arrangements.
This time, such a big lineup was to welcome the messenger of the Supreme Dwarf King. Laing had given enough face to the dwarf messenger, and this messenger from the Eternity Peak was also respectful and satisfied. He said quite directly that the Supreme King had already expected Bellegar to be unreliable and overly arrogant, so the Supreme King had asked him to come and find Bellegar's knight allies.
Unlike the elves, the dwarf emissary went straight to the point. He expressed that the Supreme King hoped that Leon could leave an army behind to be stationed at the Eight Peaks Mountain to assist the dwarves in their defense.
The Supreme King Solgreen, the Grudge, was still very clear. He knew that it was impossible for the dwarves to reconquer the mountains, but as long as Bellegar and his people could defend the Eight Peaks Mountain, it would greatly reduce the pressure on the dwarven kingdoms in the north of the Roof of the World. This was a task that Bellegar would definitely not be able to accomplish.
After years of wandering and withering, the population of the Angran clan was less than 30,000. The number of dwarves who did not settle down and continued to wander and dream of reclaiming the Eight Peaks Mountain numbered around 10,000. Currently, there were only 3,000 dwarven warriors led by Bellegar in the Eight Peaks Mountain. How could such a small number of people defend such a large fortress?
"So, Your Highness, the Supreme King, hopes that we can send a portion of our army here to assist King Belega in defending the Eight Peak Mountain Stronghold?" Leon sat on the main seat as the King frowned.
"Yes, the Supreme King is far-sighted. His wisdom is just like Granny's. It is impossible to know the depth of his wisdom." The Supreme King's messenger nodded. "Now, the Eternity Peak does not have any extra troops to support the Eight Peaks Mountain. The troops of the Iron Peak Fortress will only stay here temporarily. You have defeated the Green Dwarfs and Skaven. The Supreme King thinks this is worthy of praise, but this does not mean that the enemy will not come back."
"I am also aware of this." Laing nodded. Knight King and François looked at each other. They seemed to be in a difficult position.
"I disagree, Your Majesty." At this time, Grand Baron Deven Hex immediately stood up. He seemed to be filled with righteous indignation. His face was injured in the battle of Muxilon, so his expression looked very ferocious. "In order to help the dwarves reclaim the Eight Peaks Mountain, we have lost too many people. Even if we include the troops guarding the Sea Gate and the Armory Fortress, and the wounded soldiers who have retreated, there are less than 20,000 of us left. Too many brave knights and serfs have died in this war. Now, the dwarves want us to throw our troops into this endless meat grinder? No, absolutely not! "
The dwarf messenger frowned after hearing this. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but in the end, when he thought of the huge casualties the Brittany had suffered in this war, he sighed and shook his head.
The dwarves had a bad temper, and their language was too direct and rude. They were not a race that was good at diplomacy. However, not all dwarves were like this. There were still some dwarves in the Eternity Peak who were better at diplomacy.
After thinking for a while, the dwarf messenger took the initiative to say, "His Majesty the Supreme King promises that as long as you send an army to help Belegar defend the Eight Peaks Mountain, the Eternity Peak will pay you in full, and provide you with equipment and all kinds of supplies for free. As for the price, it will be according to the standard of the Empire's mercenary army. How about it?"
"Oh?!" As soon as the dwarf messenger said this, the eyes of all the knights present lit up. They looked at each other and couldn't help but feel excited.
Belegar had said the same thing before. The King of the Eight Peaks Mountain said to Laing before, "Brother Laing, can you leave an army to help us? Don't worry, money and equipment can be negotiated. We don't lack money. We only need people like the Old Guard. "
Seeing that the effect was good, the dwarf messenger nodded secretly. Humans were a race that valued benefits very much. Now it seemed that even the Brittany, who was known as the home of virtue and the country of knights, was no exception. The Supreme King's wisdom was like his beard. He immediately grasped the weakness of humans.
After thinking for a while, the dwarf messenger continued to add more bargaining chips. "As for other things, we can discuss them. As long as you help us dwarves this time, the dwarves will definitely remember your sacrifice. The Supreme King also said that there will be other gifts of gratitude."
"Hmm … Your Majesty, it seems that leaving an army behind may not be impossible." At this time, François spoke. Duke Winford was as elegant and calm as ever. He looked at Laing and said, "We can adopt a voluntary and recruitment system. Those who are willing to stay can stay, but … how are we going to solve the food problem? The logistics of humans and dwarves are not the same. "
"You humans don't have to worry about this. The Supreme King has already thought of this." Seeing that the situation was promising, the dwarf quickly added, "The Eight Peaks Mountain used to be a large pasture. There are also many areas in the highland that can be cultivated. As long as you agree, the Supreme King has already prepared suitable goat and highland crops suitable for grazing on the Eight Peaks Mountain, including the seeds of barley and wheat. We have already prepared them."
"His Majesty the Supreme King is very thoughtful." Laing smiled and nodded. "We are very grateful for the Supreme King's kindness, but this is a serious matter. Can you give us some time to discuss it? I remember that you dwarves often have to listen to the opinions of the Association of Craftsmen and the Association of Engineers before making important decisions, right? "
"Of course, but as soon as possible." The dwarven messenger knew that the knights were tempted. He winked at the two dwarven rangers, and two dwarven rangers came forward with a box. "This is His Majesty the Supreme King's personal gratitude to the Bretons, especially His Majesty King Leon. Thank you for helping Bellegar Ironhammer and his Angrende clan complete this impossible task. Please accept it."
The box was opened, and a one-handed flail shining with the light of the Lake God appeared in front of everyone.
"Francis' Morning Star! The divine weapon that was lost in the Red Flame Expedition! "Kalad, who knew what it was, immediately exclaimed." Why is it here?! This weapon can increase the strength of the wielder by three times, and it can also destroy the opponent's magic weapons and accessories with the supreme power of the Lady. My god! This symbolizes the supreme glory of the Red Flame Expedition! By the Lady! "
"Now, do you believe the Supreme King's sincerity?" The dwarven emissary looked at the surprised gazes of the Breton roe deers and felt very proud of himself. "This is just an insignificant piece of equipment from the High King's treasury."
"Thank you very much. We accept this gift." Laing nodded. The king felt respect from this weapon.
The dwarf messengers went out, and the people in the tent kept discussing whether or not to keep the troops. Because the Supreme King and Belegar had offered very generous conditions, most of the knights, nobles, and commanders agreed that they should stay or recruit an army to help the dwarves guard Eight Peaks Mountain.
"Durant!" Laing and the others discussed for a while and said in a muffled voice.
"Yes, sir!" Durant, the acting commander, came out from the back and answered with a serious expression.
"You and your independent regiment will stay in Eight Peaks Mountain according to the previous plan. Move the people of the Brittany here. In the future, this will be your base."
"Yes, sir!"
"As for the knights, if they want to stay, they can stay. If they don't want to stay, we won't force them.
As for the other troops, we will discuss what to do next. "
Laing looked at the distance outside the tent.
The Eight Peaks Mountain expedition was over.
It was time to go back!
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