"Is there any difference?" Snorri asked, looking at the two majestic horses that neither of them could ride.
"This is Emma, my best friend and comrade-in-arms!" Speaking of the war horse, Fatis's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the taller white horse and said.
"She is a half-blood elf war horse. Her father comes from the forest of Athel Loren. She is much larger than any other horse in the old world. Even the northern grassland horses that come south from the neighboring kingdom of Chaos cannot compare with her.
, not to mention those guys lack the strength and calm will of our Bretonnian warhorses."
Fatis took a sip of wine and continued: "She is not tired of the heavy armor. Even if the horses of her friends on the other side of the mountain are exhausted to death, she can still gallop and jump repeatedly, let alone in battle.
He is calm and collected, unlike ordinary war horses who are frightened out of their wits!"
"You know, when facing stupid giants or giant monsters in the deep forest, this quality of bravery and fearlessness is very important! If a good knight does not have a good horse to match, he is just a foot warrior!" Fatis is very fond of his horse.
Proud.
"Is the other an ordinary war horse?" Snorri asked, and he nodded after receiving a positive answer from Fatis.
"I won't ride Emma when I'm not fighting. She needs to be in the best condition and can carry at most one load of luggage, so she needs another horse to take her place." Fatis explained again.
Snorri listened quietly. He wanted to know everything about the Bretonnian knights. In his opinion, it was difficult for the dwarves to form cavalry, and his idea of a motorized force would be a castle in the air in a short time. So if he could reach something with Bretonnia,
The agreement will be helpful for future operations.
Since they had just set off, the team had plenty of energy and moved quickly without being disturbed. They arrived at Shanhu Castle on time at night.
Snorri found that there was only a group of soldiers left at the original outpost. It seemed that his eldest brother had completed the preliminary reconstruction work of Karak-Wane during this period.
This is also true. It was inconvenient for the convoy to go up the mountain, so it stayed at the outpost. Snorri led ten Eternal Hammer guards up the mountain road to visit Gnom.
Even though it was already past dinner time, the eldest brother still set up a sumptuous banquet for Snorri. After all, Snorri was running for him again this time.
The atmosphere at the wine table was a little awkward. The two brothers were changing glasses and talking nonsense.
"Be careful all the way from now on, take care of yourself, and also take care of her!" After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Genom finally said this.
For a traditional dwarf like Gnom, it is obviously impossible to expect him to write a farewell poem to Snorri or sing a song to express his love for him.
Early the next morning, a hungover Snorri woke up from Gnom's bed. The two brothers had not slept together for a long time.
"I was so excited last night that I forgot to tell you two things." Gnom also rubbed his eyes and got up.
Although Shanhu Castle is very close to the Eternal Peak and is currently in its infancy and does not have much trade potential, Snorri will still stay here for two more days in order to wait for the caravan from Torrent Pass to come and join him.
.
"The first is that your blue sheep has been trained and can be ridden later. The second is that I have intercepted a team of butchers for you!" Gnom said.
The first news was within Snorri's expectation, and the second was a pure surprise.
"Butcher, what butcher?" Snorri asked.
"Let's go have breakfast, they should be there too!" With that said, Gnom led Snorri downstairs to the cafeteria.
The dwarves are already sitting together in the cafeteria. The merchants who came with Snorri also want to eat here. The next stop is Karak-Domar. There may not be hot food during the two days along the way.
.
Gnom and Snorri greeted the tribesmen along the way and pushed forward. Snorri found that the crowd was surrounded by several dwarf butchers wearing orange crowns and their naked upper bodies covered with blue tattoos. p>
The one with the longest orange hair is drinking and telling stories about his adventures.
"I jumped up and passed the monster's tail, then twisted my waist and struck back, cutting off its left rear hamstring. I jumped on the beast's back while it was in pain. I responded to its...
Chopping the horns of evil..."
The dwarf butcher was speaking and gesticulating with his hands at the same time! His adventure story of fighting against ferocious monsters was undoubtedly a huge attraction to the tribesmen present.
"Well, who is this?" The butcher raised his head to drink beer and noticed Gnom and Snorri beside him. His eyes paused for a moment on the Rune Master emblem on Snorri's chest.
"Go on, Rogov!"
"What's behind? What's going on behind?"
"Cook, get him another barrel of beer!"
The tribesmen were interrupted in their excitement and started shouting one after another! Snorri was not prepared to offend the tribesmen when he saw this.
"You can go on, admirable butcher!" Snorri said.
"My compatriots, let's go and do our own thing! I will finish telling my story tonight!" But the butcher was not ready to continue.
"You all know that I am here for Master Snorri, the goddess's choice!"
"Another one coming for me?" Snorri's eyelids twitched, and he began to feel complacent about his reputation and attraction.
As the tribesmen gradually dispersed, the butcher stood up, and Snorri noticed that his crown was almost half a person's height, which meant that the butcher could not be considered successful. p>
The best way to identify the strength of a dwarf butcher is to look at the height of his highly recognizable crown. The longer the crown, the more deadly the dwarf is.
Most Slayers will die in their first or second battle with an enemy, but those who survive these battles are considered unlucky.
Whether it was their powerful combat skills, tenacity or unshakable determination that led to this result, although these dwarves failed in their quest for death, they proved themselves to be great warriors.
This kind of natural selection eliminates most ordinary people, which means that any butcher you encounter is likely to be a dangerous person with extreme ideas.
"I am Rogov the Manticore Butcher. My guys and I are coming from the north and want to join your team!" the butcher spoke.
When a butcher uses his ax to decapitate a large number of monsters, they will usually take a title derived from the most powerful monster they killed.
The greatest of them all were the Demon Slayer and the Dragon Slayer, who survived encounters with two of the most ferocious creatures ever created, slew them and told stories about the battle.
Thanks to book friend 20191117012316918 for the reward, book friend 20190422212549792, French Chasseur Major Yuri’s monthly ticket
I would also like to thank all book friends for their recommendation votes. I will add more updates in the evening