"Who is the Lady Mane?" Snorri smiled and asked the Knight of Poseidon when Constantine and Viscount Menethil's men were answering each other. He was convinced that this person could influence the town lord's decision and let him take risks and leave the castle.
The women were very curious.
"Viscount Menethil is the younger brother of His Majesty the Duke and his uncle. That woman is a saint who serves the one in the lake, but whether she can bear this title is questionable."
Snorri nodded. Ordinary women in Bretonnia lack political and military influence, but the priests of the Lady of the Lake are different. These people are all women, and they are divided into three levels in terms of status: Lake God Witch, and Prophetess.
and the saint.
The Witch of the Lake God will pay attention to any child in Bretonnia who is born with magical talents, visit them before they reach puberty, and take them away to train them.
Except for a small number of those who come from particularly wealthy families who know some inside stories - these lucky ones will be sent to the empire over the mountain to learn magic.
These boys with magical powers are said to have never appeared again. After a while, the girls will return to Bretonnia as saints, possessing supernatural powers derived from the lake god.
"We have to go over there and have a look! Viscount Menethil is my biological uncle." Constantine turned his horse's head and suggested to Snorri.
"How long is the journey?" Snorri calculated as he looked at the disappearing sun on the horizon.
"It will take less than two hours to ride the horse. Something must have happened to me if I haven't come back for so long!" The housekeeper also anxiously helped.
"How many men does he have?" Snorri asked again.
"Two knights, seven or eight mounted attendants, and the lady." This time the knight added.
"Grimnir!" Snorri yelled secretly in his heart, which made it difficult for him to judge the situation. Ten people in his previous life were basically cold, not to mention that two days and one night had passed.
But now there are ten elites, and there are also spell casters to help. If there is a suitable defensive terrain to support, it is not impossible to persevere. If a high-ranking noble and a spell caster are killed because of my misjudgment, it will still be difficult to explain.
"It takes less than two hours to ride, so it will be midnight before we can get there!" Stringer was also calculating. The prince smelled the atmosphere of war and became excited.
"I think we should go there early tomorrow morning. According to the records of our ancestors, we have no advantage in fighting the undead in the middle of the night. What's more, we have been marching for a day. If we rush over now, the soldiers will be very tired!" Stringer gave the answer.
Make your own judgment, this is undoubtedly a mistake-free idea.
"It will be difficult for them to hold on for another night..." Constantine knew Stringer's influence on this army, and he quickly began to refute.
Snorri tugged at his beard. What both sides told was the truth. If the Viscount had been killed, then there was no reason for the enemy who led the team not to attack the town that had lost its leader. But it did not rule out that they did it deliberately to attract reinforcements.
possibility.
"It would be great if there were Pegasus knights or helicopters now!" Snorri thought again, he didn't like the situation where the map was completely dark and he could only make judgments based on his own experience and sense of war.
However, he knew that he could not delay. The movement and future outcome of this dwarf army was basically in the hands of his ancestor, the Chosen One. He needed to make a responsible decision as soon as possible.
"Send two Poseidon knights, get more horses from the town, and transfer them for reconnaissance!" Snorri narrowed his eyes slightly and gave his order.
"I have to come again and again..."
"Take this!" Snorri took out a rune transmitter from his pocket and threw it over. "The little magic power you have is enough to activate it. If the Viscount still insists, send long-short-long. If
He’s already in trouble, just send three short messages in a row and come back quickly!”
Snorri demonstrated while talking. The Poseidon Knight looked at the two squares that shone at the same time and nodded. They got on the horses they had brought out and whipped away.
"Inform the soldiers not to disarm and eat and rest on the spot!" Snorri gave the order again. Soon the Viscount's butler sent out several carts of food. If his master died in battle, he would have to suffer.
Some hang up.
During the orderly eating and anxious waiting, as the sun completely set, the rune transmitter lit up a long-short-long message. "You are quite resilient, let's go, let's go rescue people!" Snorri stood up.
He got up and gave the order.
After a "clang, clank" sound of armor colliding, the dwarf army quickly prepared for battle. "Bring my anvil here." Snorri sat on his seat. This thing was bought with a lot of money. Usually,
It’s fine if you don’t use it, but it would be overkill if you don’t use it anymore during combat.
"The victory according to the oracle of the god Grimnir is ahead! Compatriots, move forward!" Snorri sat on a stone chair and waved his hammer, and the army moved forward.
Turning the one-handed war hammer in his hand, Snorri suddenly felt a little unsmooth. There seemed to be something wrong with the finger that swung the hammer. Maybe it was sharper to wield a sharp weapon? The King of the Hill was originally dual-wielded, and the ax seemed to be good.
.
The dwarf army advanced rapidly in the night, and the light of the good moon Mansribu illuminated the path under their feet. A whole day's march was not enough to slow down these tenacious guys.
"There is someone ahead!" Constantine said suddenly. As soon as he finished speaking, a war horse came running from the road ahead.
"The Viscount is still resisting in the Holy Grail chapel. The vampires have desecrated the village cemetery. There are thousands of low-level undead. We can only watch from the outside." Knight Poseidon reported, he and his horse were covered in sweat.
"Prepare artillery!" Snorri shouted. Artillery is more effective in dealing with cannon fodder troops. "Let's go directly into the village and kill the leader. Those summons will fall apart without anyone to maintain them!"
It is a very reasonable choice to deal with this group of undead to capture thieves and capture the king. They cannot even handle ten people without any resistance in front of such a large army.
The dwarf army rushed in directly through the open wooden door, and the whole village looked like a biohazard scene. Fresh zombies with flesh still remaining; skeletons with only skeletons left and some broken pieces hanging in between.
Meaty things are everywhere in the village.
Fortunately, these people didn't have any decent guys in their hands or on their bodies. They relied on rags, farm tools, kitchen utensils and the like to form no resistance in front of the professional soldiers. Snorri's team quickly broke through with a crushing force.
The line of defense, which could not necessarily be called a line of defense, went straight to the center of the village.
The dwarves saw a small church shrouded in thin light, preventing the surrounding undead creatures from destroying the building itself. At the only door, a group of decent guys were trying to squeeze in.