"They actually have gods?" Snorri looked at the Pygmies. Although he was not tall himself, he still showed no hesitation towards the guys who were equally short but dressed more shabbily.
Seemingly recognizing the person in charge, the Pygmies started chattering again. Brian Bronzebeard didn't bother to translate word for word and communicated directly with them.
"Master Snorri, these guys say they live at the foot of the mountains, but their original place of residence has been invaded by spiders and greenskins over the years. They admire you very much as a warrior who can kill spider demigods. I hope you can allow it.
They exploit the resources of the mountains."
Brian is worthy of being a dwarf who has published several books. His ability to grasp key points and language expression skills are not only outstanding among dwarves, but may also be considered outstanding among elves.
"Ask how many of them there are in total!" Snorri tugged at his beard. He currently lacks the population. There are only so many dwarves in total. It is also a good thing to have local people as supplements. The premise is that these Pygmies can suppress them themselves.
Live on earth.
"It's said that there is a town, seven or eight villages, and tens of thousands of people." Brian reported.
"That should be okay. It seems that these guys are not very good at fighting." Snorri nodded while looking at the bones, wood and stone melee weapons and simple blowpipes carried by these Pygmies.
Those who can be sent out for investigation will not be the old, weak, sick or disabled. If they are not the most elite, they must be sub-elite armed forces. Otherwise, why not give the spiders extra food?
"Tell them that they can use the resources in the mountains, but they have to prove that they are qualified to use the resources. Let them deal with the greenskins whose backs we have broken. If we can deal with them, uh, forget it, we can
Let them not interfere with our expedition, then I will agree."
Snorri thought for a while and lowered his requirements. These Pygmies probably didn't have much fighting power, but if they were forced to attack him together with the greenskins, it would be troublesome.
After another murmuring, Brian said that they needed to make a written commitment. Naturally, Snorri had no objection. He took out a rune contract, wrote it down, and hesitated at the end of the payment.
"Forget it, let's do it." He wrote down the title "Lord of the Mountains on the Edge of the Southern World". As a rule, this kind of lost and unidentified tribe has a strong claim to the fortress who regains it.
What's more, the current approver, High King Thorgreen, is his father, so the expeditionary force that relied on the oracle of the ancestral goddess had a strong claim.
After handing the treaty stamped with his fingerprints to Pegmi, Snorri looked at their retreating figures and prayed silently in his heart. Regarding the possible pursuit of the greenskins, he had only one way to reduce the situation.
But no matter how clever the strategy was, it would only be effective if the opponent cooperated. Snorri sincerely doubted whether the leading wild orc shaman had the ability to observe the subtleties like Pang Juan.
The dwarf army then set off. Originally, Snorri wanted to wait for the real speaker from the Pygmy tribe to come and discuss it before leaving, but considering that it would take many days to go back and forth, there might still be discussions there, and he didn't know when he would arrive.
Although he was hunting in the jungle to replenish food, the alcohol that the dwarves regarded as life was always drinking less and less. The reduction of the alcohol supply made his subordinates complain slightly, and Snorri decided to go to the final destination as soon as possible.
land.
The army is constantly advancing on the Lost Plateau. Facing this endless plateau with no landmarks is undoubtedly a huge drain on mental energy. For a normal small-scale expedition, this is a more terrifying danger than a large group of enemies.
Facing the enemy, they can take detours to retreat or try to break through quickly, but when faced with the test of nature, a small number of people will bear greater pressure. Without reference objects, it is not easy for them to know which direction to go.
The most successful expeditions in thousands of years were forced to turn back due to various reasons after trekking on this plateau for several days, but Snorri was different from his predecessors.
He has a strategic map in his mind to control the general direction, and he has knights and helicopters to explore the road in front of him. Some large wild animals along the way are just extra food in the face of such an army. As long as the morale of the army remains, it can be said that nothing can stop it.
he.
"Giant eagle, there is a giant eagle in the sky!" Ten days later, when Snorri was less than a hundred kilometers away from Plateau Fort on the strategic map, Andermg came in and reported.
"Isn't it normal to have giant eagles on the plateau?" Snorri frowned while sitting on the back of the blue sheep. Now the entire expeditionary force was very nervous. They were in a state of being completely alone and deep in the plateau. The game on the plateau was also
Not as many as in the forest.
"They shouldn't be wild, they have the emblem of the pointed ears on their bodies!" Andermg held up his telescope.
"How can it be!"
"What nonsense are you talking about, Mustache!"
"At your age, you probably haven't heard the word pointy ears in bedtime stories, right?"
The surrounding tribesmen screamed, this place doesn't even have mountains of its own, so how can there be high elves? They should all be singing, dancing, and reciting poems on the island of Ulthuan.
"Inspect carefully!" Snorri frowned and raised his eyebrows. He vaguely remembered that there was a high elf stronghold in the south, but after all, several years had passed since he traveled through time, so the impression was not so clear.
"Dawn Fortress!" Altman came out from the side.
"It is located at this location, close to the southern end of the Southland. It is a stronghold of the Pointed Ears. The sailors call it the Sun Island. It seems because the sun is visible for an extra long time every day!"
Snorri squinted his eyes. The world is also round. There is no problem in high latitude areas with long sunshine hours.
"When was this fortress built? Why? Are you plotting to seize our homeland?" Snorri has been a little manic these days. The advice of the ancient saint's shadow has put pressure on him. The four gods of chaos will not sit back and watch him slowly develop.
of.
"As far as I know, Dawn Fortress was established in the 82nd year of the reign of the ninth Phoenix King, Morvar the Reckless, which is more than a thousand years ago." Brian Bronzebeard said loudly.
Said.
"How do you know so clearly?" Young Altman was surprised.
"You have to learn to respect beards, little guy. I have been to Lothern. There are some in my second book "The Mysterious Place". You should probably read it!" Brian stroked his own.
The copper-colored beard smiled proudly.
"Lothern, the sea guards there are quite famous!" Snorri muttered. They are a standing army of the high elves. They hold spears, shields and can use bows and arrows.
"You are really as knowledgeable as the rumors say!" Brian praised.
