In addition to Snorri himself, his Anvil Guards are also very excited. Now this elite force can finally live up to its name.
In fact, the main content of the training that Uncle Dragonhammer conducted for Snorri to form this army was how to organize a front around the Anvil of Doom and carry the anvil into battle.
Their main mission has changed from patrolling the leyline network and garrisoning key nodes as Ironbreaker Warriors to protecting individual characters.
These warriors swore an oath that they would never abandon the Anvil and the Runemaster, no matter what happened on the battlefield.
Snorri wiped the Anvil of Doom and transported it to the nearby forge. He had to seize the time to move the runes he had mastered to the anvil so that it could play its role.
When it was time to set out in the evening, Snorri reluctantly moved the runes of anger and destruction. His skills were far inferior to those of the real rune masters who had been immersed for hundreds of years. He relied on the system to push others to achieve their goals. His professional title was not
Give him matching knowledge reserves.
Snorri drank a pot of coffee to cheer up. He needed to review the troops going out. Snorri sat on his anvil of doom and greeted the cheering tribesmen along the road.
The base of the anvil is carried by four anvil guards. Snorri sitting on it can have a similar effect to the shield bearer platform - a better battlefield view, being seen by more subordinates, bringing stronger
The motivating effect, of course, will also make the enemy recognize the commander at a glance.
"Granny on top!" Snorri's steel armor skirt was in close contact with the hard stone seat, which combined with the cold touch in winter made him very uncomfortable.
"Which goblin head designed the mechanism of this thing? There is no curtain or ceiling to block the arrows! I don't know how many of our ancestors were shot to death by random arrows from the pointy ears during the Battle of Longbeard.
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Snorri muttered secretly in his heart. The assassination of the Lord of Helmgart in the rebel army was still fresh in his mind, and he didn't want to be too ostentatious.
But let's just leave it like this now in the fortress of our compatriots. In the eyes of the tribe, it seems to be a natural thing for the Rune Master to sit on the anvil of doom.
Snorri's troops have been assembled, and he inspected the teams that were about to go out with him from back to front. Snorri saw many familiar faces. These were the convoys that came with him from Karaz-a-Karak.
Guards.
These warriors of Eternal Peak have no friends in Breeze Castle, and having extra wars and extra income is more attractive than sitting in a bar and bragging to the world.
Lord Lorek is also happy to see this. On the one hand, they are all professional soldiers, and their combat experience is undoubtedly more advantageous than the conscripts. On the other hand, these people are not his own people, used to fight against vampires.
It will also make you feel less distressed.
Of course, Lord Lorek could not ignore his people who were eager to fight, and it was even more impossible for him to let Snorri take his few troops to rescue his allies. He carefully selected the applicants for Snorri.
Selected a part.
Naturally, Lord Lorek would not allow all men of the right age to go out to fight, and the mountain fort also needed a certain amount of defense strength.
Snorri's troop list is as follows:
Snorri Thorson Runemaster (Anvil of Doom)
Anvil Guards Eighty Men
Eighty Hammer Warriors, including ten Guardsmen of the Hammer of Eternity
Forty Iron-Smashing Warriors
One hundred and sixty bearded warriors
Two hundred dwarf warriors
Dwarf Warrior (Heavy Weapon) Valley of One Hundred Men
sixty masons
Sixty thunder gunners and heavy arrow crossbowmen each
Thirty dwarf rangers
Twenty dwarf butchers
Twenty iron dragon gunners
A ballista
Two cannons
Two organ cannons
In addition, the steward engineer Bloxson and the rune blacksmith Stringer.
Lord Rorek arranged for his son Stringer to join Snorri's team. This would be the young runesmith's first appearance.
For an old father, this idea is reasonable. First of all, this trip is headed by Snorri, a double-chosen god. It is best for the military representatives sent by Breeze Castle not to steal his limelight, so it is very suitable for Prince Stringer to be his assistant.
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At the same time, this was a victory decreed by the God of War Grimnir. Allowing his son to participate in such a must-win battle endorsed by the gods would not only ensure safety, but also increase his reputation to a certain extent.
"Ha! Dear Master Snorri, the little brother of the god Morgrim living in the mortal world!" While Snorri was looking at the stonemasons, he heard a loud and familiar voice coming from under the anvil.
sound.
Snorri didn't know that he was now being spread as the child of the god of war and the ancestral goddess. Among the ancestral minor gods, only Morgrim was the descendant of Grimnir.
It seems that one should too.
"Rogoff! Dear warrior, what have you gained in the past two days?" Snorri looked down at the strong butcher, and added a few more bandages to his naked upper body.
"We found a horse vulture and wanted to tame it for Fatis, but the beast didn't know what to do, so we had to send it to meet the ancestors and gods! But its cubs were sold for a huge sum!"
The Manticore Butcher was in a good mood. Although he missed the God of War's appearance in order to fulfill his oath, he was still happy for the God's resurrection and that he was with the right person.
"Hello, Prince, my companion!" Snorri greeted Stringer again. He was surrounded by a group of Hammer Warriors wearing gray and white uniforms of Breeze Castle, followed by a group of heavy-armored but-armed warriors.
Here are tribesmen who wield short weapons.
Masons are a unique branch of Breeze Castle. They carry their own tools - hammers, drills, chisels, etc. onto the battlefield. These highly skilled craftsmen can accurately insert the tools in their hands into the enemy's vital parts, killing and injuring them.
The efficiency is no worse than that of carving stones.
After greeting his people, Snorri turned his attention to the inducement of his trip - the knight from the Principality of Bordeaux. Snorri saw a young human noble in luxurious clothes chatting quietly with the Fatis knight.
Communicating.
"Master, turn left, uh, no, lean to the left!" Snorri stood up and sat down immediately. He almost lost his footing and fell off the anvil. He needed time to adapt to this kind of platform.
It takes enough time to cultivate the tacit understanding between the Rune Master and the guards carrying the sedan chair as if they were using their body to use their arms, and their arms to use their fingers. At the moment, Snorri can only command with words, which is like taking a taxi in his previous life.
Such an experience.
"Good evening, dear Prince Snorri, I am Constantine Farien, the regent of the Principality of Bordero! Thank you for your generous help. I believe that under the grace of the noble god of war, those despicable vampires will be like
The boat in the raging waves is as unbearable as it is!"