"What a narrow escape! My warriors, welcome back. Although I didn't expect to meet you here."
Rhodes strode forward. In his excitement, he wanted to hug Aliria, but suddenly he realized the gender identity issue, so he stopped hastily in front of the wood elf.
Thousands of pairs of eyes around them were staring at this meeting. Although they were only separated for half a month, to Rhodes, it felt like they had been apart for a whole year.
"You deserve the most solemn and solemn triumph. It is not an exaggeration to slaughter a thousand bulls to praise your great achievements. People will remember your great achievements, and you have half the credit for the success of the siege of the Hell Pit. Flowers
and applause will linger with you.”
Rhodes said excitedly. Although it was a bit official, it was also sincere.
"Don't be so polite, Rod. We need treatment, not flowers and applause, nor beef and fine wine. Of course, they may need it, but I don't."
Aliria declined in a low voice.
She glanced at the team members behind her. Everyone was exhausted and injured. Rhodes quickly moved over and looked at everyone's injuries with concern.
When he walked up to Galt, the mage couldn't help but look unnatural.
He smiled awkwardly at Rhodes, showing a pair of intact hands, "I'm fine, look at the rest of them."
"Of course you're fine, you're quite capable."
Rhodes said with a serious face. Galt knew what the great lord in front of him meant, and the expression on his face became even more embarrassed. He wanted to explain something, but the wood elf was nearby and it was difficult to speak directly, so he went to
He swallowed the words on his lips again.
The noise of the dwarves soon came from behind. For them, the hero was important, but the treasure house full of gold and silver treasures was more important.
General Mardelin excitedly came forward, briefly congratulated him, and then couldn't wait to "discuss" with Rhodes the ownership of the spoils.
"This is a great victory, isn't it? High Lord."
"Yes, great victory, great treasure and wealth."
Rhodes smiled, his eyes focused on the countless gold and silver treasures in the treasury like the dwarf general.
"For the final victory of this war, we shed blood and sacrificed our lives. A quarter of my infantry regiment's soldiers were killed or wounded, and they were all brave veterans. Three of my cannons were damaged, and they were the property of Dulong City.
"
"The long-bearded veterans fought bloody battles and finally achieved this great victory."
Maldrin kept boasting about the outstanding performance of the dwarf army in this battle. Of course, Rhodes knew that it was actually a bit exaggerated. The dwarves were indeed brave, but their casualty ratio was not enough to reach a quarter.
Such an exaggeration. In addition, although Dulong City is not good at firearms production, the three artillery pieces are their possessions. This actually sounds funny.
In addition, the drunkard didn't care about drinking. Rhodes had already guessed the real thoughts of the dwarves.
"The warriors of Kislev are equally responsible."
Rhodes said coldly.
"That is, it is the combination of Dulong City and Kislev that has made us what we are today. The spoils belong to us, the treasure belongs to us."
Mardelin laughed.
Rhodes said nothing and continued to stare coldly at the bearded dwarf.
"Thank you, great lord, then, now, let us share this rich loot. The glory belongs to Dulong City, and the glory belongs to Kislev."
After saying that, Mardelin ordered his men to move the property in the vault.
But he was caught by Rhodes...
"Wait a minute."
Rhodes' stern gaze swept across the crowd.
"The proportion of the spoils of war has not been agreed upon yet, so let your people wait first."
Rhodes' voice was not high-pitched, but his words already revealed an aggressive momentum.
Before the war, since no one had seen the treasure house property in the pit of hell, no one knew how much underground property the rat people had, including Thorgard, the lord of Dulong City.
Therefore, before the war, some simple and preliminary agreements were made regarding the distribution of spoils. That is, whoever contributed more during the battle would enjoy more spoils.
However, without a specific agreement, there will be endless troubles. When the amount of loot is average, this problem will not be magnified, but in front of you, the property in the hell pit treasure house is piled up pile after pile, like small hills.
Until the end, such a huge amount of wealth will be a big temptation for everyone.
Rhodes naturally did not want to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Kislev had just recovered from the pain of the plague, and was in urgent need of funds for people's livelihood construction and heavy industry construction. This property was just enough for Kislev to recover from the pain.
At the same time, with the injection of large amounts of capital, heavy industry will inevitably rise. This is not only the rise of Kislev, but also the beginning of an era. For Rhodes, this wealth is of great significance.
Of course, the dwarves also attach great importance to it. They are born treasure hunters. Now, a huge amount of treasure is right in front of them, which is enough to awaken the desires and potential in the dwarves. Rhodes knows that carrying boxes of treasures away from the dwarves is like lifting boxes of treasures away from them.
It's normal to cut flesh on your body, but in the face of absolute interests, you can't let go at all.
"We have agreed before that the distribution will be based on war contributions."
Mardelin's face darkened, and he seemed to know that today's matter was a tough nut to crack.
"I won't discuss the specific details with you. Let's keep it simple. Lord Rhodes, we will split it 50-50. You take half, and the rest belongs to Dulong City."
Maldrin snapped.
But when he saw Rhodes' cold and stern face, Maldrin knew that he was encountering a tough difficulty.
"No, we must divide such a huge amount of loot carefully. Every pile of treasure here is enough for a Kislev town to save for a year."
Rhodes replied seriously.
"So, tell me, Great Lord, how do you want to divide it?"
Mardelin twisted his head and widened his eyes.
"Divided according to the number of ratmen killed, and merit."
Rhodes replied after pondering.
This seemingly fair judgment standard is actually extremely beneficial to Kislev, but it is very detrimental to the dwarves. Everyone knows that in this battle to attack the pit of hell, Kislev’s army slaughtered more than 70% of the people.
The ratmen, Rhodes alone, slaughtered hundreds of ratmen and more than twenty rat trolls. This number was enough to compare with an entire dwarf warband.
The performance of the dwarves in the entire battle can really be described as terrible. First, the tunnel they dug collapsed, and then the main force was blocked by the ratmen in the tunnel and unable to move. The number of ratmen killed and injured was not as good as that of Kislev's army.
one fifth.
According to this standard, the dwarves could only get a small part of the spoils. For Mardelin and a bunch of dwarves, this was naturally unacceptable.
Soon, Mardelin roared in protest——
"This is not fair, it cannot be calculated like this!"
He cleared his thick throat and continued -
"The contribution of a battle cannot be judged solely by the number of enemies killed. Without soldiers fighting the enemy on the front line, crossbowmen and musketeers have no chance to kill the enemy, and the cavalry has no chance to launch a roundabout charge. In the same way, attacking the depths of hell
Pit, without the auxiliary fortifications of our dwarves, you will be unable to move forward."
"Let's take a look. Maps, tunnels, including fixed-point blasting, which one is not the credit of our dwarves?"