"You're right, we really can't be a target anymore." Snorri agreed with the engineer's suggestion. "Bring me the map!" he ordered at the same time.
"What more map do you need? We must go down the mountain from the northern foothills!" Bloxen handed over the map and muttered.
"I tell you, we have to go south!" Snorri stared at the map for a moment.
"Are you kidding me? That's the forest of Athel Loren, and it's full of green pointed ears!" Captain Glenson shouted. Normally, he wouldn't contradict Snorri like this, but what he said just now is too loud in this long world.
Elder Xu seems to be a bit outrageous.
"You can't believe it.."
"Listen to me, compatriots!" Snorri raised his voice while holding a map in his hand. "Go north. What's over there?"
"Wesenland, isn't it?" Balin asked.
"Indeed, the Wesen Territory of the Human Empire, a large plain under the jurisdiction of the Wesen Territory!" Snorri did not directly deny it.
"We have no danger to defend, and there are harpies in the air for reconnaissance. With our previous marching speed, we will definitely be overtaken and blocked by those dirty mutant monsters. It will only be more difficult for us to fight in the wilderness!"
"But..." Captain Glenson continued to insist.
"Yes, the forest is the territory of the wood elves. According to the information provided by the traveler, they are the direct reason why the beastmen appeared here. Although there is indeed hatred between the two races, the hatred between us and the beastmen
It’s nothing compared to the others!”
Snorri quickly stated his point of view. The origin of the wood elves must also start with the Battle of Longbeard. After the dwarves won and killed the Phoenix King Caledor II, the dark elves led by Malekith
They also launched an attack on the Circle of Ulthuan, the home of the high elves.
The successor Phoenix King Karadel-Peacemaker called on the elves in the old world to return to Ulthuan and defend their original home.
But there were also some who were determined not to leave their new home where they had lived for a long time. These elves later entered the Athel Loren forest to settle, and were also called wood elves.
The wood elves are considered traitors by the high elves in the Ulthuan Ring. They live in seclusion in the forests of Athel Loren and have no direct conflict with most of the dwarven strongholds. The dwarves in the World's Edge Mountains do not like these guys simply because of their sharp points.
ear.
"Aerial reconnaissance can't do anything in the dense forest! I believe that as long as we don't attack the wood elves proactively, they won't attack us. If we are really attacked, Desolation Castle, Horn Castle, even Breeze Castle and Eternal Peak will all
Take revenge on them!"
Snorri convinced his compatriots that no matter how prejudiced they were, the dwarves recognized that the wood elves were still a wise race. They would weigh the pros and cons rather than fight blindly driven by bloodlust.
According to Snorri's analysis, it is indeed more feasible to enter the forest to take shelter temporarily, wait until the wood elves have completely driven out the beastmen, and then use their way out than to enter the Wesen Territory.
The dwarves have a closer relationship with humans, but the Wesen Territory has not fully recovered from the greenskin invasion, and it is difficult to expect the lords there to take the initiative to go out of the city to assist the dwarves.
After a short discussion, they quickly decided to find a place to stay overnight at the southern foot of the Gray Mountains. The beastmen had been driven to the edge of the forest, and the war would probably end soon. By then, they would be able to reach Desolate Castle in half a day.
, saving one province on the fleet’s supplies is still enough.
Snorri quickly marked a logging stronghold and an abandoned mine on the map. No one knew what the situation was like in the forest. They needed to adjust their direction at any time according to the enemy's situation, so more than one overnight location was considered.
Snorri scattered the rangers and butchers, moving like a spider spinning a web while waiting for feedback in order to react.
In Snorri's mind, he himself was in the middle and maneuvering the convoy forward. When encountering a small group of enemies, he would quickly wipe them out. When encountering a large group, he would adjust the direction and temporarily avoid the edge.
But in practice, his ideals were full but the reality was a bit skinny. Commanding a team with a large number of non-combatants was not as easy as before.
Snorri felt a strong sense of stagnation, or perhaps this feeling existed during the original march, and the special circumstances only made it more prominent.
Traces of enemies are coming from all directions. The protection of the forest does prevent the harpies from easily discovering Snorri and his people, but this cannot change that this is the home of the beastmen.
"Only the west side has slightly fewer enemies. Should we move there?" The defense leaders on each side summarized the situation.
"What is to the west?" Snorri tugged at his beard. He was now caught in a dilemma. The ordinary tribesmen accompanying the team were not as able to endure long journeys as professional soldiers.
Their pace is getting slower and slower. If they can't find a camping place to rest as soon as possible, I'm afraid someone will be left behind soon. These tribesmen chose to join the convoy migration out of their trust in Snorri. No matter what, he
They cannot be left behind.
"I don't know! Make up your mind, Master. We still have the strength to fight, but if we continue like this, I'm afraid the team will collapse!" Johnson reminded Snorri that in addition to physical functions, ordinary tribesmen also have psychological problems.
The affordability will also be worse.
"Okay, let's go over there! Let's leave the rest to our warhammers and axes!" Snorri stood on his Doomsday Anvil so that more tribesmen could see him and encourage them.
morale.
The roars and roars in the forest came and went like a drum beat, and every dwarf was trying his best to move his feet.
Snorri suddenly had an ominous premonition, that is, the enemy wanted to keep his troops tense, consume their physical strength as much as possible, and wait until the most suitable time to launch an attack to defeat them.
"Go over there and look over there!" Two rangers rushed back and whispered in Snorri's ears.
Upon hearing this, Snorri jumped off the anvil and went to investigate. He found that the forest had been twisted and desecrated. A large number of sarcoma and spikes had grown on the trees, and the power of chaos had changed their physiological structure.
"All the forest spirits in this area have suffered!" Snorri muttered, thinking of the vicious tree spirits and their lord, Daicha the Disaster Thorn.
"That's true, but the real trouble is still over there!" The ranger motioned for Snorri to walk a little further. What was in front of them was a set of huge footprints. These footprints were big enough to fit Snorri himself!
"Giant? Four-armed bull demon? Or a mad-whispering beast?" Snorri's heartbeat couldn't help but beat a few beats faster as he looked at the footprints. If these giant beasts were allowed to rush into ordinary tribesmen to kill, then he would be the real sinner.