Hearing this, Snorri was relieved. Although Karak-Azgraz is not a big fortress, Snorri believed that with the resilience and defense ability of the dwarves, it would be absolutely impossible for it to fall in eight days.
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You must know that the famous dwarf cities in the old world, such as Karak-Ungul, Karak-Eight Peaks, Karak-Azgol, etc., all fell after tens or even hundreds of years of tug-of-war.
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"Where is the enemy? What's the situation with the enemy?" Seeing that Maldini's attendants brought him sweat towels and water, and took away his Pegasus, Snorri stepped forward and asked.
"I didn't see any orcs, it seemed like there were just goblins and the trolls they drove out!" Martini said after catching his breath.
"This is very reasonable. The orcs are the last batch of green mushrooms to emerge. If the goblin is the boss, he will not be able to control the orcs without enough reputation." Snorri was doing his own analysis on the side.
"Yes, I saw a group of night goblins gathering together in the sky. Judging from their clothes, they may be the initiators of this waaagh!" Maldini continued.
"Wonderful! It's great to have the ability to fly. You can have a clear view of the enemy's situation!" Snorri showed envy. He knew very well the importance of intelligence to war.
Great men have taught that commanders need to use all possible and necessary reconnaissance methods to select the rough and select the essentials from the reconnaissance materials on the enemy's situation, discard the false and retain the true, think from here to there, from the outside to the inside, and then analyze their own aspects.
Add the situation and study the comparison and mutual relationship between the two parties, thus forming a judgment, making a decision and making a plan.
This is a whole process of understanding the situation before a military strategist makes every strategy, campaign or battle plan.
"How do I say, what is their condition?" Snorri asked next.
"Well, they wear hoods and cloaks that seem to be born with them. I can't see clearly, but the one standing in the middle is slightly taller." Baldini stretched out his hand to gesture, and Snorri felt that the night goblin boss should be with him.
A normal dwarf is almost tall.
"It is holding a pointed object in its hand. It is not the sword and shield of the general night goblin leader, but maybe a staff?" Maldini is still a young man after all, and he does not have much combat experience.
Only uncertain inferences can be given.
If it were his father, Viscount Ackermann, who had served in the military for more than 20 years, he might be able to make a rough judgment on the age and strength of the goblin boss.
"It is very common for spellcasters who are larger than ordinary night goblins to serve as war bosses!" Snorri affirmed.
"Is there anything else worth noting?" Snorri was good at teaching Maldini, an unprofessional scout.
"Well, there is a big cave squig next to the night goblin boss, that kind of pink flesh ball." Maldini opened his hands to try to show the size of the squig.
"Night goblins are good at taming them, so it makes sense for the boss to have a bigger one by his side!" Snorri suddenly had a strange feeling, and he tried to get more information to confirm it.
"Also, do these night goblins have any other characteristics? For example, a coat of arms or a flag?" Snorri wanted more information to help him make decisions. This was the first battle he commanded alone.
, he hopes to reduce uncertainties as much as possible.
"A smiley moon, a crescent moon, or a full moon? I'm not sure, those are the ones on the hats of the leading black dwarfs!" Maldini used his imagination to try to describe the greenskins.
A clumsy abstract creation.
"Smiling moon? Night goblin? Holding something pointed? Is there a large squig beside you?" Snorri repeated the key information provided by Maldini.
"You... Varaya!" Snorri finally put it all together. "Skarsnik! General of the Eight Peaks Mountain!" He spat out these ten words one by one, as if
Each letter weighs more than a thousand pounds.
"Skarsnik? What does this mean, cousin?" This is Balin's voice.
"This is the middle part of the Gray Mountains. Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain is far away in the Badlands, thousands of miles away!" This was Captain Glenson's voice. He could only clearly hear the word Eight Peaks Mountain.
"By the way, Skarsnik raised his troops from Karak-Dreadnaught!" Snoke slapped his forehead, and he connected everything.
"Send my order and convene a pre-war meeting!" Snorri shouted. He paid great attention to Skarsnik, the unique goblin warmaster with wisdom.
"I want to keep him here, under the walls of Karak-Azgraz!" Snorri vowed secretly, knowing that if he really succeeds, he will regain Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain in the future.
There will be one less huge obstacle on the road to the eternal heartbreak of this mountain kingdom.
Although they were puzzled, the guards around Snorri quickly dispersed, and ten minutes later, the leaders of the motorcade gathered in Snorri's camp.
In front of the makeshift table, Snorri spread out a map. The topography of the Dreadnaught Fort on Karak was drawn on it.
"Everyone!" Snorri stood in front of the main seat and looked at the attendees with squinted eyes. They are
Expedition Knight Fatis - a human adventurer who is responsible for recruiting convoys;
Pegasus Knight Maldini - responsible for commanding the human troops in Bretonnia;
Engineer Broxson-Snorri authorized him to command the artillery crew and the dwarven long-range firepower except for the iron dragon gunners;
Manticore Butcher Rogoff - is responsible for commanding the Butcher Troops, and of course his tyrannical force and fighting spirit may be the best among all;
Burkin of the Desolate Keep - He is the military adjutant arranged by Lord Borok and is responsible for commanding the dwarf melee troops supported by Karak Norn;
The Royal Guard of the Hammer of Eternity, Grenson Snorri, appointed this bearded elder who was equally important as his strength as his military adjutant;
Cousin Tommy - He became Snorri's spokesperson in the caravan by virtue of his status as a wealthy merchant and his kinship with Snorri, and is now responsible for leading the merchants and their guards.
And the ogre Iron-Gaw Ahetanmu who was squatting outside the tent because he was too big to get in - was undoubtedly responsible for commanding the ogre mercenaries.
"I called everyone here so late because of tomorrow's war. The ancestor goddess has just sent an oracle for me!" Snorri directly blamed the mother goddess without saying a word.
"He told me that the commander of those sneaky black dwarfs is the enemy of our sons of the mountains! He asked us to kill him on the spot!" Snorri's voice was not loud, but the people in the tent heard it.