Snorri also burst out laughing when he heard this. He really didn't have much fondness for Lilith, the goddess of the lake. This elf god neutralized his chief dog-licker Tigris at the end of his life and basically detonated the entire order.
On the other hand, even the hatred clause of Mother Goddess Varaya can indirectly record him.
Lilith was also responsible for the final resurrection of Nagash, Lord of the Undead. She once had the idea of asking Nagash to raise an army of the dead to fight Chaos. However, Nagash rejected her offer to join forces to fight Chaos.
alliance, but still retained the part of the plan regarding the return to the mortal world.
"I said, different Bretonnian friends, won't you be under a lot of pressure by doing this? I'm afraid there are many chivalrous patients in your principality who want to get rid of you, right?" Snorri expressed after laughing.
of my own worries.
"This may be the case in other duchies, but in Bordeaux, there are not many people who support me, maybe even more!" Constantine took out another bottle of wine and took a sip.
"The nobles and commoners on the coast almost all get their wealth from the sea, trade, fishery, sun salt, etc. And my god Mannann will not accept disloyalty in faith!"
Snorri heard something other than piety from Constantine's words, and he knew something about it. Unlike the mountain kingdoms where gods are not visible and people are linked by guilds, some human societies can
A god who shows grace at any time.
The church forces formed by the common belief in gods became an organization that restricted the rights of feudal lords. These churches and lords competed with each other, but they also had me among you, and you among me.
Within the scope of the entire Old World, the largest and most influential ones are undoubtedly the Sigmar Cult and the Faith of the Lady of the Lake, but other gods also have their own spheres of influence. Different sects also exist for various interests.
Keep fighting.
The two people who had just met did not want to talk too deeply. After leaving the range of the Gray Mountains, Snorri climbed down from the Anvil of Doom and climbed back onto his golden blue sheep.
With his previous life experience, he is still a little resistant to being a literal master, not to mention that it is neither comfortable nor safe to be a master.
The entire army moved very quickly, and they passed through the narrow territory of the Principality of Montfort in a forced march with almost no rest.
A tough race like the dwarves is accustomed to using this method to make up for the difficulty of their short legs and short strides, and the few humans traveling with them are all ordinary people. They are either proficient in martial arts or have divine grace, and they can withstand it in a short time.
live.
On the one hand, rescuing people is like putting out a fire, and on the other hand, there is not much baggage - the large number of cargo carriages no longer protecting the caravan, Snorri feels that the team is moving as if a weight-bearing trainer has taken off the sandbags on his legs.
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After a day's march, Snorri and his army arrived at the natural border between the Principality of Montfort and the Principality of Bastogne - the banks of the Grismery River.
Snorri looked at the big river in front of him and whistled. He has been active in the mountains almost all the time since he came to this world. This is the first time he has entered a human area, and it is also the first time he has seen such a surging river.
It is said that the benevolent are happy in the mountains, and the wise are happy in the water. After traveling to such a dark and cruel world, Snorri asked himself if he could not be "benevolent", so it would be good to be a wise man.
"The Grismeri River is the largest river in Bretonnia. It originates from the Athel Loren Forest and flows all the way to the swamps of Mousilon and into the sea!" Constantine's voice rang out.
"Hey! Does Mannann's authority also cover the Tamsui River basin?" Snorri nodded secretly after listening to Constantine's introduction. Outside the realm of the Mountain Kingdom, his advisor Balin couldn't use his strength.
Nori needs to get information from other sources.
"My god's followers include sailors, boatmen, pirates, and all those who make a living on the water. They all obey him. You don't think this is the one in the freshwater lake who will protect these poor people, right?" Kang
Standing joked again.
"As far as I know, the worship of the Lake God in Bretonnia is mainly for nobles, while farmers generally believe in the goddess of mercy, Thalia or other gods!" Stringer also stepped forward surrounded by his hammer guards.
Come.
Just as Snorri wondered why the runesmith knew this, he continued.
"No peasant family wants to live more than a few minutes' walk from the Thalia shrine. Recently, a custom has quickly become popular, and many nobles have begun to donate and build a small Thalia shrine near the Holy Grail Church."
Snorri nodded when he heard this. The prince who was trained as an heir still paid some attention to the main industry of Breeze Castle - stonemasonry. In the whole of Bretonnia, there are only buildings that are worthy of, or can afford to employ dwarf stonemasons.
Castles of knights and nobles and churches or shrines of the gods.
"Let's go, let's cross the river and rest on the territory of the Principality of Bastogne!" Constantine greeted his horse as he moved forward. "My principality has a better relationship with Bastogne, and I have already made friends with him on the way here.
Duke von Deijk has said hello in advance!"
Snorri is indispensable. Since the dwarf settlement in Bretonnia can only appear in the Duke's castle, it doesn't matter where you spend the night now.
After getting Snorri's consent, Constantine sent two Poseidon knights to ride forward on horseback, and then the large army began to slowly cross the bridge.
"Wait! There is something in the water!" This was Bloxson's voice. With the monocle he always kept on his body, he keenly noticed a huge black shadow under the bridge under the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Relax! My dwarf friend." Constantine's voice came from the front.
"The Grismeri River is full of dirt, and its slow flow means that creatures can easily swim upstream, whether it's monsters from the sea or undead creatures from Mousilon. But those things are not stupid, there are so many of us
They will not seek death!"
These words convinced the soldiers in the team that such a force can already be called a large army. If necessary, they can capture most of the castles in Batonnia except the Duke's residence. Anyone who has the ability to think
No species comes from asking for food.
Opposite the bridge is a human town, with a solid stone wall on one side of the river. This small town obviously does not have enough guest rooms to accommodate so many dwarves, and Snorri's troops can only choose to camp in the wild.
After sending the quartermaster into the city to purchase ingredients for dinner, Snorri sat in his tent and spread out the map. Before, there was only one route to choose from, but now how to cross Bastogne needs to be discussed.
