Looking at the falcon cavalry in the sky, the numerous strong wood elves riding on giant eagles who were either wanderers or woodland lords, and the extremely oppressive forest dragons, the humans and dwarves in the ruins of the auction house did not dare to move.
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They were pointed with bows and arrows, and many of them were not wearing armor. As long as the sisters gave the order, at least half of them had to report to the gods they believed in.
"Let's go, sister, the army of beards will arrive in a while. We have more cunning opponents. Eislay's precious power should not be wasted here!" A lively and gentle voice rang in the sky.
After hearing this, everyone below was relieved. Snorri guessed that this was Nestela, who represented the gentle side of nature.
At the same time, Snorri faintly felt the ground beneath his feet shaking slightly. He thought this should be the reaction of the defenders of the Horn Castle. This was the resonance caused by countless iron boots stepping on the ground in neat steps.
They must have noticed the arrival of the dwarf troops from a high position, and the wood elves began to adjust their formation and prepare to evacuate.
"Leave them some parting gifts! Let these poor, short-lived creatures have a long memory!" The cold voice resounded in the night sky again.
"Kunos salvo!" Following a sharp shout, there was only a "Boom!" sound, hundreds of bowstrings sounded like one, and arrows rained down from the sky!
Captain Glenson held the middle part of the long hammer with both hands and turned the hammer like a windmill, easily deflecting the sporadic arrows that were shot at Snorri.
Snorri and his party were unscathed, but the humans and dwarves at the scene were not so lucky. In the midst of mourning, the Wood Elf Air Force left leisurely.
"Quick, I am Snorri Thorson, the goddess's choice. A man who can move, follow me to rescue the wounded!" Snorri's voice rang.
Dozens of people stood up. They were still wearing armor when they came to participate in the auction. They held their heads with their hands and suffered some scratches from the wave of arrows, but more people were still lying on the ground twitching.
Every elf is a natural marksman, not to mention these selected air force warriors? They can accurately shoot equally fast-moving opponents on fast-flying mounts.
It’s no problem to hit moving targets while moving, but it’s really shooting training to hit fixed targets lying on the ground while hovering in the air!
Snorri was stunned. This was the first time he had seen such a tragic scene since time travel. Although he knew that there would be more bloody scenes than this in the future, he still found it difficult to accept it.
Snorri without hesitation poured all his revival points into the healing options in Valaya's ritual. These points came from his contribution to spreading the faith of the Mother Goddess along the way.
He is currently unable to watch his current and former compatriots lose their lives while he has the ability to change.
Lord Arik Rufusun was carried by two shield bearers. When he and his troops entered the Chamber of Commerce, they saw light green spots all over the sky.
The injuries of the seriously injured were under control, while the bleeding of the lightly injured was directly stopped and recovered by divine grace.
"Ancestral goddess is above!" Witnessing such a miracle with their own eyes, many dwarves in the Black Mountains shed tears.
Compared to their compatriots living in the World's Edge Mountains, their time spent bathing in the grace of their ancestral gods was even briefer.
These dwarves strengthened their faith and brought new revival points. Snorri decisively increased the intensity of indoctrination until the points were exhausted.
"I, Arik Rufusun, the King of the Black Mountains, the Lord of Karak-Hearn! Under the witness of the Mother Goddess, and in the name of the past kings of Karak-Hearn, I swear that the Pointy Ears in the forest will attack the Chamber of Commerce,
The hatred that hurts the tribesmen and robs the wealth must be liquidated!"
His eyes widened, he cut his fingers open with the battle ax in his palm, and while writing the book of hatred in the fortress with his own blood, he recited it aloud word by word!
After arranging the treatment of the wounded and related aftermath work, Arik's shield bearers squatted down and he jumped from the shield to the ground.
Shieldbearers are powerful warriors carefully selected to serve the dwarf lords. They raise their shields to form a fighting platform.
This style is more common in the mountains to the east, because the mountain roads here are rugged and heavy objects are difficult to carry, so it is more convenient to build a platform anytime and anywhere.
In contrast, the lords and clan leaders of the World's Edge Mountains prefer to fight on the Stone of Oath, which is a stone engraved with runes that records the glory of a clan or the lord's family line, or important events.
This stone is a symbol of their homeland and a mark of the dwarven city's self-expression.
As the saying goes, standing high and seeing far, standing on an artificial height can allow the dwarf lord to better observe the battle situation and direct the battle. It can also allow the soldiers to see their lord, boost morale and strengthen their confidence.
For powerful dwarf lords, this can also facilitate their duel with enemy lords and avoid being at a disadvantage due to lack of height.
These platforms first appeared in the dwarf strongholds in the south, and later spread to other areas.
Relying on Snorri's ritual protection, except for a dozen unlucky guys who were shot in vital parts and died immediately, everyone else survived.
Those who were originally slightly injured have gone to the tavern to loudly proclaim the miracles of the Mother Goddess with the joy of surviving the disaster, while those who were seriously injured still need to receive treatment.
"I can't express my gratitude to the Mother Goddess and you in words! Please accept these." Lord Arik said as he took a bag from the attendant beside him and handed it to Snorri respectfully with both hands.<
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Snorri opened the bag and saw that there was a heavy amount of one hundred pledge gold inside.
"I can't ask for this! This is the Mother Goddess willing to bestow divine grace to save His children and their allies. His mercy does not ask for anything in return!" Snorri sternly refused.
"Mother Goddess! He is so pious!"
"Praise the great goddess of choice!"
Rejecting an easy-to-get wealth is undoubtedly an extremely beautiful character for a race like the dwarves, who love gold in their bones. The surrounding tribesmen cheered when they saw this. Snorri found that the increase in revival points has ushered in another climax. p>
"Well, we are all extremely grateful to Him for His divine favors to His children without asking for anything in return, but this is the will of the human allies who were saved by Him!" After all, Arik is the lord of a city.
Then I thought of a new reason.
"Then why don't you use this money to repair the Mother Goddess' shrine, or use it as a fund for the Mother Goddess priests here!" Snorri declined again, and the people's cheers became even louder.<
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