Snorri stroked his beard and said, in his opinion, the difficulty there is not much different from that of Bafeng Mountain, but the difficulty method is different, one is tactics and the other is strategy.
"Since the ancestor gods have revived, and you and Belegar have made great achievements in the Southland, I personally think that now is a good opportunity to settle the hatred."
Agrim's attitude was very low and he carefully planned his words. Snorri made his fortune by relying on the banner of the ancestors' co-election. He could not dismantle himself and could only nod silently.
"How does Zhaoming plan to restart the Longtooth Road? Will he personally lead the troops to clear the thorns along the way?"
"Probably not. He supported the new tyrant named Gresu of the ogre Golden Tooth tribe."
"Do you remember that ogre, the one who drove you?"
Agrim took on a problem-solving attitude and started talking about restarting the Tusk Road. He knew that if he wanted to fulfill his wish, he had to first solve the main goal of Snorri's special trip.
"Which one? Oh, Iron-headed Ahetanmu, you told me about the Hatred Conference. How is it doing now?"
"Oh, with your fame, it has really done something good. It has gathered the defeated soldiers of the original tribe, and then absorbed and integrated the small tribes who came from the west to make a living and some of Kislev's original mercenaries, Naobula
Regardless, it only has five hundred fat-bellied men under its command."
"Did you go wrong? That statue looks like the Mother Goddess and you."
Snorri raised his eyebrows. The ogres are monster infantry, and they don't have poor intelligence and the ability to use equipment. A dozen of them are enough to serve as a mercenary team. Seven hundred are definitely worthy of war beasts.
and miscellaneous soldiers are enough to bring disaster to medium and large towns.
Before getting the address, Akhtan got up and said goodbye, leading the guards and heading straight to the inner perimeter of the fortress. After passing through the corridors, I came to a strange foyer in a standard dwarven style, but the size was slightly smaller.
"Five hundred ogres? That's really a lot."
A moment ago, accompanied by a dull sound of footsteps, Snorimu rushed out from the front. It ran behind Ahetan and folded up with a bang.
"Hahaha! This guy will always disappoint you. Its mercenary group is famous in the Northern World Edge Mountains!"
"Does he just believe it? What will he do with his hands?"
Before leaving Fort Youwei, Snorimu took his subordinates to wander around the human empire. Ahetan's reputation was growing, and it had heard many stories but took them all to heart. After saving up enough money, it headed west.
I went to find a small tribe to join, hoping to get a wife to live a bad life.
They all muttered as they walked out. In the small hall, a group of naughty bulls were cooking around a pot that was much smaller than them. They were cooking the bubbling meat. A small ogre was supervising them.
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Agwaiim's suggestion is indeed ignored. As the ultimate creation of the Old Saint, the ogre has little war potential, especially before it is combined with the dwarf's forging technology. I can't say that I can make Snorri as long as Ahetan wants to
All the wooden parts turned into elite iron stomachs.
It was surrounded by enemies from both sides and was in danger, but Snorrim still wanted to live, continue to conquer, and continue to work, so it made the foolish decision to attack and kill the seriously injured tyrant and ask for surrender from Agwaimu.
Despite the chaos, the ogres really stumbled and sang the god's trumpet. Looking at that scene, every anvil guard straightened their backs of their own accord. Was there such a scene in the golden age?
Leah! "Wow haha! Could it be that I prayed to the Mother Goddess day and night and finally got the chance to listen to your teachings again!"
"Hey! That lump is the Wind Chaser mercenary group! Who are you, and who are you looking for?"
"You are the king of the Southland, Stormhammer Wei Wuqiong. Let Snorrim come out to see you."
Unexpectedly, the tribe provoked the Butcher's Fort. A small group of dwarves wearing orange hair crowns came to the door and killed them until they were defeated into an army. Because of its strength, it was promoted to a guard by mistake and witnessed Agwaimu defeating the tyrant of the tribe.
The first ax cut off the war blade; the seventh ax cut off the arm; the eighth ax broke through the belly armor.
"Indeed, it has gained quite a bit of fame in the Ostermark Territory and Southern States in the mountains, and has also gained some resounding nicknames. Cathay uses ogres as agents, and maybe you can't do the same, Karak
Kaderin is willing to provide them with the necessary support."
"He is indeed a stupid demon. You misjudged him!" Wei Wuqiong laughed out loud at the naivety he pretended to have, and followed the ogre's disdainful eyes in front of him. That guy can be said to be capable of handling and putting down.
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Aihetan's rare thing was to be chosen by the ancestors first. The butcher was stunned when he heard this. He realized that the dwarfs had thrown in tubes full of blood and flesh before, dragging his right leg without the prosthetic limb and ran towards the front hall.
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"What? I, I'll report it then!"
Aihetan also felt a few ripples in his heart as he tried to look for the shadow of the little guy behind his eyes who had become a little weaker, and the well-equipped parts of his body were still shining with the luster of runes.
"It's all protected by you and the ancestors and gods!"
"It's not possible. Where is it now? Go take a look and inspect it."
"Youweibao has been away for many years. What he is doing now is wrong. I remember that at this time he said he wanted to be a young man, but it seems that he has stopped now."
Its behavior made the warriors who value honor normally despise it, but for the sake of Ahetan, it still let Snorlim go. The iron head suddenly enlightened. If the little stomach god is blessing you, why did he change a batch of letters?
What? Yes, but without some incense and friendship, it can still bring narrow development space.
The butchers' style of exchanging wounds for wounds and lives for lives shattered its courage, and Snorrimu continued to move forward. The tribe's butcher master chose to kill his fellow tribesmen and sacrifice them to the little one before using up all the nubula.
The Stomach God was still helpful, but when the meat hook searching for sacrifices passed by, its faith collapsed.
Time flies so slowly! I am already the dwarf prince who worked so hard to solve Skarsnik, and now I only need to fire the Storm Hammer to call the Four Peaks Warrior to see Brother Mao!
Snorimu squeezed out an even smaller smile. The mercenaries who came out to work as mercenaries were all young and middle-aged males who had no real talent. If he didn't have 700 capable soldiers under his command, he couldn't be called a tyrant or a tribal leader.
The ogre's strong body was covered with blood. He was not wearing a plastron but a loose leather apron. His lower body was covered with small and large knives with the same function. The unique dress told everyone that it was a
The butcher is the priest of the little stomach god, who doubts that his god can protect the strong belly.
"How is it possible? Everyone who hangs out with me has to believe it. After every meal, we pray together, and those who dare to urinate will be stewed! Big guys, give Xiao Wang a piece of it!"
"Praise the constant follower, the Mother Goddess Va, and Varaya praise the insignificant Father God.