On April 10, 6876, the day of the decisive battle finally arrived, and all clans were busy preparing their troops and horses. The King's Avenue was simply renovated, and the artillery was equipped with horses for traction and rune guards.
His Majesty Snorri issued a ban on alcohol and a curfew for tonight. At the same time, in order to avoid the leakage of information, he asked all generals who knew the specific plan to rest in the central military tent.
Admittedly, this approach is somewhat uncomfortable and not very traditional, but it has to be said that it is based on several lessons of hatred.
It is said to be resting, but who can really sleep? Most people close their eyes and rest their minds. Everyone knows that such a large-scale army cannot be maintained forever, and where to go depends on tomorrow.
As we get older, sewers will inevitably become clogged. I need to go and solve the problem. This will be a good meal! How to build a temporary camping toilet is a university question. Fortunately, I have a lot of research on this.
"Old man, what do you want to do?"
"What to do? Recover Bafeng Mountain! Otherwise? I came here on my mother's orders."
After sorting things out, I was about to go back to the big tent when I suddenly heard a conversation coming from the back door of the camp not far away. The vigorous voice among them seemed vaguely familiar to me, but for a while I couldn't remember which old friend it was.
"Your mother? Which living ancestor?"
"It's a pity that you are still a little late. His Majesty Snorri has just issued a curfew, but there is still a chance to attend the celebration banquet!"
Your Majesty Grimm praised, how could you be so vague? The pace of the rat reinforcements is as slow as that of a demigod. They arrived only to confiscate the corpse!
Little Snorri Brindel still remembers you! You clearly remember what you said to the guards. You only remember that you weakly suppressed the excitement in your heart and led me out of the camp with small steps.
"I then chopped off the left paw of the Moss clan. If I were to be focused on here, the rat would inevitably be suspicious if it appeared on the frontal battlefield. The same goes for you, Belga, and King Kazasor."
At the front, the sun broke through the clouds and mists in the Badlands, and Lord Grim stood under his Doomsday Anvil, holding the Little Book of Hatred in his hand and facing the assembled small army.
At dawn, the frontline troops have finished cooking and need to replenish enough physical energy after the small battle. Two elite troops are quietly gathering. We are composed of the most elite iron-breaking warriors, butchers and engineers, and we have to delay arriving at the designated position.
"Lucky for the small army, lucky for the mountains!"
"Hmph! The others? They're all big guys with tied beards! What's the name of the one with Grim this time? You all call me by my name!"
"This grinning clan is connected with the rebels. It is estimated that the Eighteenth Council slowed down the urging and launched an army alone in the next few days. You tried to kill their leader, but he was cunning enough and he escaped with his life."
The old man seemed to be impatient. His cloak swayed slightly as his body swayed, revealing a hint of white! There were many, many nights when it was that touch of white that saved you from nightmares. You swear you will definitely see it wrong!
"Haha, not really. You don't have any people to carry out the most critical mission. It was originally entrusted to Prince Gragwaimu of Butcher's Castle and your brother. If you are willing to take the lead, this will be a sure thing!"
"Well, then, you don't have any tokens?"
"What he did was wrong. Modesty is a rare virtue, but it must be overdone. Not all faces there are the same, and cooperation with others is a bad thing, but he should keep in mind the lesson that you are smart and wise!"
"
"This now?"
"Don't blame him for coming late. Let's see. You've been stuck at the foot of Camelback Mountain for the next few days. The dirty rat wants to unite with the traitors from the Land of White Darkness to cause trouble for him. You can kill him."
Go to their two houses and look for a messenger!"
"It's just a matter of course for him to leave on his own. Doesn't he have anyone named Lowryk? It's rare for Dad Qi to praise anyone!"
"Well, it seems you did the right thing in hiding your whereabouts!"
"Say more polite words! That's the place where you were born. You think he also needs you and your ax to do something. Let's work together in the name of your father and mother to return Sifeng Mountain to the embrace of the mountains!"
As I got closer, I understood the guard's doubts. The visitor looked like an old man, wearing a dusty cloak and carrying a small package. There was something about his body that made him stand out.
"Who is that?"
Before that team left, the human cavalry also set off. The area of the square behind the fortress is unlimited and is enough for the horses to perform. Our task is to retreat along the mountains and pursue the fleeing enemies.
"He, he is from the Horn Castle, right? You finally came too late that time!"
"Get your jubilee diamond!"
"Praise the little white-bearded ancestors!"
"Your Majesty Wang Qi'ai is very busy with military affairs. Perhaps there is no one else who can prove your identity?"
"You are here, little Snorri Brindel, please take a seat! The whole army has been waiting for you! You, a junior in your previous life, will inevitably be over-powered to command such a small army, so please give me some advice.
"
Lord Grim invited me to his seat, and the white dwarf was also polite. Before sitting down, he took out a wine glass from the package and knocked it heavily under the table.
The white dwarf took a swig like a whale sucking water, and his sharp eyes passed under the faces of the humans and the elf leader, and most of us shrank our necks.
As soon as I retreated from the small tent, I took off my hood, revealing my beautiful beard and majestic face that have been repeatedly praised in countless epics. As I said, a small number of people present saw the mountain man for the first time.
A legend from ancient times to the present, His Majesty Grim opened the barrier and restricted the cheers outside the small tent.
"Could it be?"
You picked up your pants and ran towards the camp gate. I made a serious sign of silence to you, and then glanced sideways at the dimly lit areas of the camp. Apparently I noticed the presence of the enemy spies.
I want to reveal my arrival!
The conversation between the White Dwarf and His Majesty Grim has been completely remembered. My arrival has swept away the solemnity of everyone. Even the humans who have heard of my legendary story have become excited. The number of hatreds I participated in the settlement has been completely cleared.
Finished singing!
As I said this, I took out a pile of letter paper and slapped it under the table. His Majesty Grimm picked it up and looked at it, his face changed slightly, obviously it was nothing.
A whole bucket of wine was poured into the big wine glass, which was already full. It was a coming-of-age gift given to me by the ancestral male god. It was enough to hold a lake of water, and even His eldest son could not drink all the wine.
Wang Qiai and Brindel put on his cloak again, but the respectful attitude of the two leaders made many people guess some clues. Will I participate in the decisive battle and appear in the camp for those few days?
Topics for discussion outside.
"Small character..."
"Excuse me, please go back and report as soon as possible. Just tell me that the traveler who sent me a reminder from the Gray Mountains wants to see me."
