"This nest of ratmen is called the Bad Claw clan. Their original warlord died in his bed one night. Then the clan leaders set up their own clans with their cronies. We analyze that there may be one or two people behind this.
A big clan is adding fuel to the flames," Johnson said.
I heard the dwarves in this room shouting,
"Rat! You are so addicted to infighting!"
"Unlike us, sons of the mountains, the bond of blood is indestructible!"
"That kind of trash deserves to be called a clan? I think shit clan is more suitable!"
The conference room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, and every dwarf was laughing at the rat men's feuding feud.
"Quiet, quiet!" Snorri had a headache due to the noise from the clansmen. He stretched out his hand to signal everyone to stop and let Johnson continue.
"The warlord was assassinated at night. It may have been the work of the Essin clan, but that's not important. What happens next?"
"Then, the warlord's son tried to take revenge with a few cronies who were loyal to him. However, it was obvious that the little mouse failed. His small number of troops suffered another loss. This time he was directly driven out of his original territory.
It’s a rat’s nest, and the clan’s warlock seems to have abandoned him and found another job.”
I heard the dwarves in the conference room burst into laughter again. Nothing can arouse the bad taste of dwarves more than the embarrassing things of mice.
"Afterwards, this group of remnants of the army were defeated, and the bereaved rats found an abandoned underground network from nowhere. After spending a lot of slave rats' lives, they finally opened it up and led all the way to the bottom of Karak-Wane." Johnson took a breath after saying this. It was still a bit laborious to speak so many words with his loud voice.
"Then they started fighting with the greenskins in the city?" Snorri answered.
"You are right, my dear goddess' choice! They thought they could escape and ascend to heaven this time, but they didn't expect to get into the green leather crotch! They don't have much food anymore, and they all started cannibalism! We are here
The group of slave rats encountered in the tunnel must have escaped because they were not willing to be eaten!"
Snorri nodded, Johnson's inference was consistent with his own.
"That's probably the situation. The greenskins in the city can't bear to be attacked from all sides, and they will definitely find a way to change the status quo. It's almost impossible for them to choose to go underground to fight the rats. First, the benefits are too small, and second, the cavalry can't perform well underground. That way
It’s no different than asking a pointy-eared thing to strike iron!
Therefore, I judge that they are most likely gathering troops to break out down the mountain, and our outpost is stuck on the only mountain road." Snorri's analysis made the dwarves present nod frequently.
The gold-seeking uncle stroked his long beard, "So if the leader's dirty thing's brain isn't stuffed with tendons, it will definitely have a fight with us! Otherwise, my miners and I will tell them
What is elusiveness!"
The dwarves present all agreed with this. When they heard Genom speak, "Then we will form an array at the foot of the mountain relying on the fortifications and fight them with real swords and guns! Tell those dirty greenskins about our
The mountains are not something they can come and leave whenever they want!"
"In the name of Grimnir! In the name of the ancestors!" the dwarves in the conference room cheered.
"Disband! The formation should be as usual! I will lead the elite troops in the front, and the warriors will form behind me. The miner troops will protect our two wings!" Gnom said simply.
"Understood, my boys and I will use detonators and mining picks to greet those blind guys!"
"Snorri, take your men and stand in the back row with the long-range troops!" Gnom continued.
"This is not okay! I want..." Snorri protested.
"Listen to me, brother. Protecting long-range troops is also a critical task! The enemy will definitely try to use cavalry to sneak attack our crossbowmen, gunners and precious crossbows!" Gnom stopped him from continuing.
"They are not stupid. It is difficult for me and my people to completely stop them! It depends on you whether you can protect our people! This is the key to our victory."
Hearing this, Snorri had no choice but to nod in agreement, knowing that this was indeed the truth.
"Then it's settled! Let's gather and set off early tomorrow morning! May the ancestors and gods bless us!" Genom made the final speech.
The dwarves present left the table one by one. They wanted to go back to mobilize before the war and organize their equipment. Snorri had no such task, so he returned to his dormitory.
At night, Snorri lay awake thinking about the upcoming war. This was the first time he had participated in a war since time travel. Even though he knew that his own side was at the top of his strength, he was still a little nervous.
The battlefield is changing rapidly. No one knows what will happen, and no one knows how many of the smiling faces at dinner today will return to the embrace of their ancestors tomorrow.
"Are you still asleep? Master Snorri." Glenson's voice sounded outside the door.
"Yes, I made you laugh, elder." Snorri replied leisurely while lying on the bed.
"Don't feel guilty about being nervous, kid." Glenson said.
"It is a good thing to be in awe of war and possible death. Do you think we, the Imperial Guards of the Hammer of Eternity, won't be afraid or nervous?"
"Isn't it?" Snorri asked. In his memory, this iron army was almost synonymous with fearlessness and victory.
"Hahaha, of course! What we are facing is not just a few rats. There are disgusting, twisted and disgusting chaos monsters, and a green-skinned warmaster who can chop four or five tribesmen into two pieces with one axe.
.And some pointy-eared things riding giant dragons!" Snorri could hear the solemnity in the old dwarf's tone.
"To tell you the truth, I'm older and think a lot. I often have to rely on alcohol to fall asleep!" Glenson's tone became deeper and deeper.
"But when I wake up the next day, I am still the captain of the Eternal Hammer. As long as courage and vows can overcome those fears and nervousness, everything will be fine!" The old dwarf suddenly raised his voice.
"You know, the only thing we can rely on on the battlefield is the warhammer in our hands and the robe beside us! Well, maybe for you, you also have the protection of the ancestor goddess." Glenson continued,
"The tribesmen fight for you, and you must fight for the tribesmen. The so-called loyalty is mutual, and courage also relies on mutual encouragement! Let me give you a piece of advice from a veteran: As a commander, no matter what you face,
Don't show any cowardice! If you are afraid, what can you ask of the people around you?" Glenson said earnestly.
"I understand, elder! You don't need to question my courage!" Snorri replied,
"Of course! You have received the goddess's favor with your brave performance. Which dwarf in the entire mountain kingdom doesn't know about this! But don't blame me for talking too much. I know that some people will become worse after escaping from death.
Cherish my life, just a little worried..."
"Go to sleep! There's going to be a war tomorrow!" Facing the long-bearded muttered Snorri, he didn't know how to answer. He chose to face the upcoming war in the best condition first.
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