The hall of Watchburg is empty and quiet. The space here is several times larger than the main hall of Blackhammer Castle. It is a closed space composed of seven high walls. The sunlight shines in through the mosaic glass, like a layer of silver covering the ground.
blanket.
Rhodes stood under the statue of Ersun and stared at the cold stone statue. The white sunlight shone on it, seeming to give it life and soul. Rhodes seemed to hear the growls and roars far away in the northern forest.
The sound, it is the deepest sound from the body, everything given by the bear god Esun, shouting in the depths of the soul. Just like you can dance with the power of lightning with a random blow, the blessings of the gods are imposed on one person.
The feeling on my body is both wonderful and heavy. When I see those cold stone statues, what others see are just stones and statues, but what I see are the shadows of the gods. The roaring bear god, and the one holding a war hammer.
Thor...
Bang...
Just as he was thinking, the door to the castle hall opened. Six other lords from the north arrived. Ten lords were supposed to be gathered here. However, the Iron Ring Castle had been reduced to ruins, and both lords had
Died unexpectedly. Now, west of the North, there are only Blackhammer Castle and Heidelberg. They can be said to be the same place, because Rhodes and Caroline are husband and wife. They rule that land together.
The reason why several lords came late is not because they don't pay attention to it, but because the journey is far away and the northern territory is very vast.
"I heard the orcs are coming again?"
As soon as he entered the door, Burnat, the lord of Hearth City, opened his voice and asked questions loudly. He had a strong body and a beast-like face. A thick black beard grew around his mouth, chin and cheeks.
He was also full of hair. Rhodes had seen him when Erlengrad rebelled. Now it seems that Bernat is fatter than before. Ordinary armor may not be able to accommodate his body. But he doesn't
Wear armor instead of ordinary traveling clothes.
"Yes, as I said in my letter, Rhodes hopes to convene a plenary meeting, and I also agree. This problem is obvious, and we can know it from the number of these dwarf refugees recently."
Cyril sat on the throne in the center of the hall and responded loudly. Rhodes had almost no chance to speak. But if the Earl of Watchburg had a clear vision and deep awareness, Rhodes would have been fine even if he didn't speak the whole time. But this
It's impossible, because from the conversations over the past few days, Rhodes already knew that although Xirel knew about the greenskin army, he didn't really realize how terrifying they were. It can also be seen from the faces of several northern lords.
Come out. They're not really nervous about the greenskin invasion.
"The green skin problem is no longer a problem of just one or two days, nor is it the first time it has happened."
Lord Giger of Winterkeep echoed.
"This time is different. The green-skinned army is led by a black orc named Grimgor Ironhide."
Rhodes interrupted his reply.
"Since when do orcs have names?"
Giger's words were full of contempt.
"Orcs have always had their own names, but we have never studied them carefully."
Rhodes said.
"To deal with a group of wild beasts, just use bows, arrows and spears. What else is there to study?"
"Lord Jigel, please speak with respect. If you don't want to come, no one will force you to come here, but since you are here, please listen carefully to what Lord Xirel and Lord Rhodes have to say. We are here.
Those who discuss countermeasures are not here to debate and refute."
Lord Edmund of Binglan Castle interjected. He was Rhodes' comrade in life and death, and he also had a good understanding of various chaos and green-skin threats, because Binglan Castle was originally a fortress on the edge of the Great Wall.
The northernmost castle in Kislev, Binglan Castle faces no less threats than Black Hammer Castle. Their warriors are few in number, but in terms of combat effectiveness, they may be more powerful than the Norsca Chapter of Black Hammer Castle.
"Please listen to me, everyone. During the Erengrad rebellion, we fought side by side. On the bloody and cruel battlefield, we defended Kislev's first line of defense. The northern coalition forces are powerful.
He is brave and unyielding. However, what I want to say is that this greenskin invasion will be more serious than the Erengrad rebellion. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a hundred times more serious."
Rhodes stood up and walked to the center of the hall. He looked around and saw different faces. Some eyes shone with respect, some were full of suspicion, and some still had a little contempt.
Rhodes knew that to this day, there are still people who think that he is just a nouveau riche, a lucky guy who is extremely lucky. Just like Cyril on the throne, although he is also an earl, Rhodes knows that in Cyril,
In your eyes, he is the real earl and the guardian of the north.
"How to determine?"
Lord Flanders of the Eyrie asked.
"Each of you have received dwarf refugees from the south in your territory. Just ask them and you will know. You know that dwarves are a race that will not leave their home easily. Even earthquakes and floods cannot shake them from protecting their home.
Determination. But this time, they were defeated, completely defeated, and fled to our land. The green skins, it was the green skins that made all this happen. Their number was unprecedented - one hundred thousand, or even more
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Under the sun, Rhodes spoke loudly, and his voice formed an echo, echoing in the huge castle hall. Everyone heard clearly, and they sat in their respective positions and remained silent.
"The Ironhide who leads them does not want to conquer the dwarves or other races, but purely to fight and kill."
"The greenskins are in the south, and the city of Kislev is also in the south. The Ice Queen will block them for us!"
The new lord of Split Stone Castle, Volkow, said that as the only Queen's supporter in the North, he always seemed out of place in this group. But this was the general meeting of the North, and he had to be invited.
"Snow Queen? I hope so."
Rhodes smiled, and only a few old lords could understand the profound meaning of this smile.
"But what if the greenskins bypass Kislev and go directly north?"
Rhodes asked next.
"Then let them come, and my ax will chop off their heads!"
Lord Burtner of Hearth Castle roared. Under the sun, the projection on the ground looked like a huge grizzly bear, strong and powerful.
"One hundred thousand greenskins, or even more. How do you kill them? Lord Bertner, how many orcs can you and I kill if we join forces?"
Rhodes turned around and asked. Bertner stopped talking and just stared at Rhodes.
"Brothers, all the northern lords, what we are facing is an army of 100,000 greenskins. And all the troops from all over the northern territory combined, the total number is only 10,000. Damn it, with this little manpower, we have to
How to face such a brutal and bloodthirsty orc army?"