"Pay attention to the powerful Storm Rats among them, and report them immediately if you find them." Snorri ordered. He was not sure how far the Moss clan had developed now, but he was certain that there must be something fishy behind these small clans.
"Where are you, Gotrek?"
Snorri finally looked at the young strong man. He was not quite used to his current thick-haired image. In the past few years, he had been responsible for the task of escorting Belegar's logistics supplies to and from Hongyun Mountain and Cladro Gate.
between.
"Well, my work is going quite smoothly. The Cladro Gate guards the main traffic routes, and the earth network is intricately connected. As long as we avoid the large group of greenskins and cut down a few unsighted guys, we can get there easily."
Gotrek shrugged. In his opinion, this kind of task is too simple. According to his understanding, the best way is to directly send out the entire army to unseat all the orcs' brainless eaters.
"So what's the situation with the Undergrand clan?" Snorri took a sip of wine and looked at Eric from the Helhain clan. Gotrek couldn't give him the answer he wanted for such a complicated question.
"To be honest, King Belegar faces a very difficult challenge, but fortunately, he is not as useless as the rumors say." This young man got the opportunity after being recommended by Master Nathan, and is currently in charge of working with Belegar.
All aspects of the addition are connected.
The Andegrand clan's persistence in regaining their homeland has won the respect of the clan members, but repeated failures have confirmed the fact that the level of their leaders is poor. Especially with Snorri's recovery of the Southland in one fell swoop, thousands of them
Not being able to conquer Bafeng Mountain in 2016 shows even more incompetence.
"After you conveyed the oracle, Belegar spent a year retreating, regrouping, and broke into the Cladro Gate two years ago. But the fortress fell for too long and the damage was too serious. When I first went
I can only barely make out the outline, which is the result of their urgent repairs." Eric gestured.
"In the front, we are fighting against greenskins full of pits and valleys. In the back, we have to repair fortifications while dealing with enemies rushing out from nowhere. The tenacity of King Belegar and his men is unimaginable."
"Well, they have really seen big scenes." Snorri nodded, which made many participants look surprised.
Eric's praise of Belegar earned him a lot of criticism among his colleagues. In the eyes of Snorri's followers, only a mustache who joined later, had not participated in the expedition, and had witnessed divine grace would feel that he was always defeated.
The general has some abilities.
"After a long period of tug-of-war, they finally took control of the entire fortress and began to try to resume production. However, the results were not great in the short term, and most of them had to rely on support from us and Tiefengbao."
"Yes, Belegar has gold in his hands, which just helps us find a buyer for our goods nearby."
"Hmph, that prodigal son is so easy to build the wealth of his ancestors!" Master Nathan suddenly muttered. "He gave too much! Hundreds of young men from Hongyun Mountain ran to him!"
"Yeah, I want to see what else he can do!"
"Didn't you also sell him a few of your favorite masterpieces?"
"I'm sorry to say that! You just had to dismantle Hongyun Mountain's city defense artillery and sell it!"
Snorri smiled and calmed down the quarreling subordinates. During his period of seclusion, due to the lack of strong leadership, changes outside of the "routine things" in the territory were inevitably met with resistance. This was considered a characteristic of dwarves.
"After establishing a foothold, King Belegar began to move the old and weak women and children of the clan. Now there are more than 3,000 people in Cladromen." Snorri's approval made Eric very excited, and he reported the latest situation.
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"Old, weak, women and children? It seems that he has listened to my advice." The King of the Southland stroked his beard with satisfaction. Belegar was finally not dead.
"Your Majesty, there happens to be hundreds of immigrants in the next convoy. Can I borrow some of your troops? Those tribesmen have no ability to protect themselves in the face of danger." Gotrek took over the conversation, making it easier for him to kill people.
, but the protector cannot be protected with just an axe.
"It's okay. I heard from Bahrain that Hongyun Mountain's strength is indeed stretched thin, so isn't this bringing reinforcements? Seven hundred and fifty full-time soldiers should be able to relieve some pressure."
"By the way, when will the convoy leave?" Snorri asked as the meeting was about to end after arranging some internal affairs.
"Two days later, what happened?" Gotrek replied hurriedly.
"That's just right. Let me go and have a look. Belegar is here in response to the decree of the ancestors and gods. It would be wrong if I didn't go. Add two more carts of good wine. No one should go empty-handed.
"
On the day of departure, the immigrants were flattered to see the sudden appearance of the ancestors and the majestic guards. Just after leaving home, they received both physical and spiritual protection, and the entire convoy was surrounded by devout prayers.
The ground network north of Hongyun Mountain was severely damaged, and it was even worse after crossing the Deadstream River. Fortunately, Gotrek was carrying a big ax and cutting through thorns in front, so there was no serious problem.
As the greenskins gradually appeared, Snorri knew that he had entered the range of the Misty Mountains. The greenskins here were still in chaos. For this warlike race, it was enough to produce a man who could subdue all walks of life.
Warmaster of waaagh is no easy task.
After bypassing the main stronghold in the Misty Mountains, the convoy finally entered the Badlands. It can be said to be a vast sea of ​​greenskins. According to Gotrek, there were many more people there than before. Fortunately, there was extra power, otherwise
The consequences could be disastrous.
On the tenth day, a fortress carved out of a steep mountain cliff finally appeared in sight. The entire convoy breathed a sigh of relief. After being on tenterhooks all the way, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
There was a rune transmitter to keep in contact. Belegar-Ironhammer had received the news of Snorri's arrival early. He opened the city gate and led his guards to welcome the distinguished guests.
"We haven't seen each other for three years, you have changed a lot!" Snorri gave Belegar a hug. Now the last blood of the Andergrand clan has hope in his eyes. After receiving guidance, he is no longer confused.
"It is a great blessing for our family that the gods have returned to the mortal world!" Before Snorri could ask any more questions, the four ancestor spirits came up, and the one wearing the crown bowed deeply and spoke.
"King Loen, right?" Snorri turned around and looked at these spiritual grandfathers. He was used to seeing them in the game, but it was okay. This was the first time he saw this kind of heroic spirit that only existed in legends. He praised and exclaimed from time to time.
came from behind the motorcade.
"Exactly. As a king, I cannot protect the land and bring peace to the people. I have no words to go to meet the gods and the previous kings. Please forgive me."
