"Aralos! Madam, I really don't know how to thank you. You gave us a helping hand in the most difficult time."
When Grand Duke Gros saw that the high elves had brought so many supplies, he felt that the biggest problem that troubled him had been solved, and he quickly walked to Alalos.
"You don't need to be grateful to me, Grand Duke Gros, this is your logistics."
Aralos dismounted and the high elf hero said calmly:
"We are only responsible for transporting supplies through the Root Tunnel. What you have to thank is the person who raised a large amount of supplies and managed to convince us."
"The one who convinced you?"
Grand Duke Gross was still a little confused. A group of human troops appeared from the high elf military formation. They were not many in number, but they all wore standard armor and used long swords and shields, or two-handed swords. A familiar voice came from a distance.
Come:
"Good friend! How can a battle of this level be without me?"
"Afu!" Grand Duke Gros turned around, and he and Alfred hugged tightly:
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"Very...very welcome!"
"Hahaha! Good friends, I expected that you would encounter difficulties!"
Alfred's body was covered with snow, he laughed heartily, and he gave Grand Duke Gros a warm hug:
"How is it? I still understand you, right?"
"I won't say thank you to you anymore." Archduke Gross patted Alfred's shoulder hard several times, but Archduke Gross soon discovered something different, and the smile on his face gradually
disappear:
"Afu, what's going on with your outfit?"
Alfred was wearing an khaki sweater, with a blue and white striped shirt underneath, and a typical Albrex military coat, military trousers, military belt, military boots, and knitted gloves on the outside.
A military green scarf. He wears a cotton hat with ear protection and a big white bear logo on the hat.
He also carried a backpack on his back and a leather brick-red document bag slung across his body. Seeing Archduke Gross asking questions, Alfred smiled happily:
"Ah? This, this was given to me by an Albrexian! He felt that I was very compatible, so he gave me all his things. Look, good friend!"
Alfred opened the backpack and showed the contents to the Grand Duke of Gross.
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"What did you say? Do you want to start a war? Shorty?!"
Aralos was still too young after all. When Kalida said this, the high elf hero and Lilith's chosen champion only felt blood surging to his head.
Grand Duke Gross quickly stopped him: "Calm down and listen to what Kalida has to say."
"Nevertheless, anyone who dares to take up arms and stand side by side with us in this critical moment is a real friend."
As expected, Kalida hadn't finished speaking, and the Dwarf High King said hesitantly:
"Anyway, thank you for your support and bringing supplies. There are indeed a few pointed-eared relics in the treasure house. They are of little value anyway. If you insist on it, then it is not impossible to pick two for you after the war is over...
..."
"We're going to get the Silmarillion!"
Aralos said impatiently:
"Forget it, I don't want to waste any more words with you here. Counting Sir Alfred, we have brought four thousand troops this time. Who among you is the leader? Is it the Grand Duke of Gros? Or this dwarf king?
"
"Don't worry, Alaros." Grand Duke Gros smiled on his face:
"Now that you are here, our previous strategies and tactics will need to be adjusted to a certain extent. The large amount of supplies you brought is enough for us to use for more than two months. You have solved our most troublesome problem at the moment. Therefore, we have now
No need to rush."
"No need to worry? We have sent supplies through the roots of the world. Every time the army stays here for one more day, there will be many more variables."
Aralos frowned as he listened to Grand Duke Gros' introduction: "You'd better have a detailed plan and tell it for us to discuss together."
"We will." Grand Duke Gros was already confident at this time, and he looked towards the north.
The sky over the Kansas prairie is still blue in the afternoon as night falls. The dim sky and thick stratocumulus clouds quietly look at this most glorious dwarf city and the mountain plains.
"We will crush the machinations of the orcs and the evil gods. What we have to do now is to strengthen our defenses and wait for news from the north."
At the same time, on the seaside of the Kansas prairie, there was a ferry crossing, Fort Junku, only a few dozen kilometers away from Storm Fortress.
Because the Shire is located in the northernmost part of the continent of Toril that human power can reach, and the neighboring Albrex Empire is not a very productive country, most of the Shire's supplies come from Batoria and Xi in the south.
Riel shipped from two countries.
However, land transportation is really out of reach, so a ferry not far from Storm Fortress has become an important window for the Shire to obtain external supplies.
After all, the cost and time of sea transportation are more convenient than land transportation.
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Once the supplies arrive at this northern ferry, the remaining dozens of kilometers will no longer be a problem.
Therefore, this ferry was firmly controlled by the Charles, and troops were constantly added to defend it.
Another army of knights entered the city in a mighty manner, with bright armor, gorgeous and even slutty robes and various flags. The neatly arranged knights formed a torrent of steel, gradually approaching the military castle.
Wearing a full-body Grimnir dwarf enchanted rune mithril plate armor that was reforged by the dwarf rune craftsman master Delon Feinson, with a unicorn sword hanging from his waist, and a pure white horse cross helmet on his head.
, Francois, wearing a blue and white horse velvet cloak on his back and holding the head of a senior orc shaman in his hand, was commanding the army to slowly enter the city.
He rode on his beloved Shire horse and said to Sir Gerold behind him:
"That's almost enough. Nothing is too much, and if it happens too many times, it will make the orcs feel weird."
"yes."
Francois's cousin Jerrod admired François so much that he had nothing to say. Jerrod still didn't understand how François came up with this idea. The army marched back and forth into the city, letting the orcs
It's amazing to think that an army of 10,000 to 20,000 knights is constantly arriving at the front line.