Snorri looked at the town along the way. Compared with the previous Helmgart Fortress, it seemed a bit disorganized. It was obvious that there was a lack of systematic planning during construction.
The ground is not very neat, and the buildings on both sides of the street also look a little uneven. But in any case, it is very popular.
"There seem to be a lot of strangers here?" Snorri turned to ask Fatis.
"Yes, this is indeed a popular pilgrimage site! As the hometown of Saint Giles, everyone who believes in the Lady of the Lake will want to come here. Especially since the legendary holy lake is located deep in the Chalon Forest.
It is always shrouded in magical fog and its traces are hard to find."
It is obvious that Fatis has been here, and probably more than once. He is familiar with the knight stories of Saint Giles. Who among the knights in Bretonnia would not admire the greenskin who defeated the invading greenskins through twelve battles?
Frenzy, where is the first knight king who unified Bretonnia?
The dwarf settlement here is in the deepest part of the town, close to the castle. Like the one in Helmgart, it is a city within a city with its own walls.
Since the space in the settlement area was limited and could not accommodate so many warriors, and there was little risk at the Duke's feet, Snorri disbanded the team at the entrance of the settlement area and let the tribesmen find a place to rest on their own.
These tribesmen who were in a hurry to go off to war without a good year just took advantage of this half day to relax. When the army sets out early tomorrow morning, they will probably remain tense until the war is over.
Of course, Snorri himself did not go to spend time and relax with the ordinary soldiers. He and Stringer entered the settlement surrounded by the guards. In the evening they were going to have dinner with Duke Vondeijk, so it was necessary to communicate with the local tribesmen.
Leave it at lunch time.
The local dwarf elders showed endless enthusiasm for Snorri and Stringer. Although these two young men did not have long beards, neither of them was easy to get along with. One of them is the future dwarf in Bretonnia.
The co-owner, the other is the red man who came before the ancestors and gods.
To be honest, Snorri didn't get anything useful except a good meal. The managers here are all loyal and hard-working high-level craftsmen, and they mainly care about their own three-acre land.
How is business.
After stroking his belly and walking into his room, Snorri decided to take a comfortable nap to adjust his state so that he could be more energetic for the evening banquet.
That night, Snorri and Stringer, who had changed into formal attire, entered the interior of Bastogne Castle under the guidance of several knights.
"There are many sacred monuments here in Saint Giles. Although some of them may be attached to them by later generations, there are still some taboos. Follow those knights closely and it's best not to wander around!" This is a residential area.
Advice given by elders to compatriots before entering the city.
Snorri secretly looked at the ancient city, and he saw obviously older stone buildings standing on both sides of the road. The remaining ruins of the ancient castle in this part have been carefully maintained, and some seem to be guarded by pilgrims.
"Two respected dwarf princes, this is the place where the late king Saint Gilles practiced his swordsmanship! He chopped the mountain into pieces with one sword, and the sword marks remain to this day!" The knight leading the way noticed the dwarves looking left and right, and they were filled with deep emotions.
I am proud to work as a part-time tour guide.
"But, these ancient and sacred relics are forbidden to outsiders and peasants! If you want to go in and pay your respects, you can apply to the Duke himself later!" Another knight added.
"Is this a different world's version of a sword-testing stone where Chinese and dogs are not allowed?" Snorri cursed in his mind. However, it is indeed very common to prove strength and bravery by chopping something hard. If you are lucky,
In the future, there may also be classic attractions such as "Snorri's hammer test site of Stormhammer".
Bastogne Castle itself is not too big. Only knights, nobles and their attendants live here daily. Since many people have gone to participate in expeditions, the place seems much deserted than the castle town.
The group of people followed the mountain road and quickly arrived at the Duke's tower. Although they had heard about it for a long time, the dwarves in the group couldn't help but take a breath when they saw the scene in front of them.
It is a huge, red dragon head. Although it has passed through more than a thousand years, it can still make people imagine its power and power because of its proper preservation.
"The demon dragon Smilgus, when it invaded Bretonnia, most of the country howled under its sinful dragon breath! All life was in ruins! It could swallow a brave knight in one mouthful!"
"The late King Saint Gilles single-handedly drove his lance straight into the demon dragon's skull against the flames it spewed out! Then he cut off the dragon's head with the holy sword he carried with him and brought it back!"
The Knight of Bastogne who led the way introduced the story of the late king in a bard-like tone. Snorri knew that this world was not the Azeroth where his skill template came from, and generally did not distinguish dragon species by color.
And that power is obviously not that of the Fierce Sun Dragon - the youngest dragon is called "Fierce Sun Dragon" by the elves because of their fiery temper and rich and warm scales. Then it is likely that it has been eroded by Chaos and changed its color.
, maybe it was a Khorne dragon!
"Haha! That's all! We have this kind of thing in the Kingdom of Mountains!" Stringer smiled slightly, this time he did not show the contemplative look of Snorri.
"Do you two know that during the Battle of Longbeard, one of our ancestors from Karak Zfulin shot down seventeen giant pointed-eared giants in succession with a ballista made by the god Mogrim himself?
Dragons! The place where their bones were buried is now called the Dragon Resting Place!"
The two knights of the kingdom twitched their mouths when they heard this. Also, the dragons killed by all the races in the world combined may not be as many as the dwarves killed in the Battle of Longbeard.
This is not to say that they do not have the ability to slay dragons. The main reason is that the dragons have generally fallen asleep due to various reasons, including climate change. Now even the dragon princes with roots in Caledon can only go through the ancient
Caledor's dragon song has a chance to awaken them.
"Where is that place?" Snorri turned his head in surprise and asked.
"Where? In a forest in Oka Mountain? What? Do you question the records of our fortress?" Stringer was a little strange. Logically speaking, Snorri shouldn't demolish him now.
"I finally understand where those zombie dragons under the vampire lords come from!" Snorri muttered secretly in his heart. At that time, his ancestors were really wealthy, and most dragons looked down upon other materials.