When the two hands were held together, Rhodes could feel the angry fire of revenge through each other's eyes.
"Tell me, why are you hunting these swamp monsters? Few humans will take the initiative to attack these creatures. They are worthless, and you will lose your life, right?"
Bogul sat down, took off the wine bottle from his waist, and started drinking. After every battle, drinking is a must. This can make them forget the taste of fear and killing, and when the second battle comes,
At that time, everything seemed like a new life...
"Well, we will die, but the people will feel safe. If there are no dark creatures in this forest."
Rhodes replied.
"The people? Your subjects?"
Bogur asked, handing over his wine flask.
"Well, my subjects, the northern border is not safe, so I want to make it safe."
Rhodes said, taking a sip of the strong wine handed over by the dwarf. It must be said that the dwarves are all brewing masters, and one pot is as good as three pots. The concentration of strong liquor is originally higher than that of ordinary wine, and the dwarf strong liquor is brewed by humans.
The liquor was several times stronger. Rhodes suspected that the alcohol concentration in it had exceeded 50%. After one sip, the entire esophagus felt burning, and this feeling penetrated all the way to the stomach. If there was a spark at this time,
, Rhodes felt like he could breathe out fire...
"You want the North to become safe? You can't count on it in this life. If we push the time forward a hundred years, it might still be possible. But now, it is absolutely impossible. I have been wandering in this forest for several months, and I have experienced various
The number of dark creatures has obviously increased. This is a precursor to the rise of Chaos. One day, we will all die. It’s just a matter of time."
Bogul stuck his battle ax into the soil and continued--
"It is a soldier's honor to die in battle. You can see that you are also a strong and excellent warrior."
"Each other." Rhodes returned with a smile.
"Where are these Norscans behind you? Can you tell me their origins? Bogul has been wandering all his life. I have seen humans in many places, including Kislev, the Empire, and Bretonnia. I have friends there.
.But I’ve never seen anyone like you.”
The Butcher then asked. When he spoke, his expression was always exaggerated, and he seemed to have endless energy. Of course, this is normal. Dwarves are originally an optimistic and cheerful race, and the Dwarf Butcher is the most fanatical member of this race.
Symbol of. They have endless energy and an eternally optimistic spirit. Otherwise, the pain of losing their loved ones would have already made their lives worse than death.
"What kind of person am I? What kind of person am I?"
Rhodes asked back. They observed each other, but also admired each other. If possible, Bogul would like to challenge the human lord in front of him. He is very special. Similarly, in front of Rhodes, this dwarf is also very special.
"A man who has courage and dares to try. You hired a Norscan."
"No, they are not hired. They join my army voluntarily and fight for me as free people."
Rhodes was so calm.
"Hahaha... No Norscan will fight for a southerner for free. They are wild wolves, wild wolves that cannot be tamed."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Norscan warrior behind Rhodes clenched his fists. Fortunately, Rhodes stopped him in time.
"We are all beasts. You slaughter dark creatures and all creatures related to trolls. What are you if you are not a beast?"
Rod returns.
"Okay, okay, I admit that the word beast suits us quite well. But it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. I have no interest in gossiping about other people's families."
Bogur said, and took another sip of strong wine. There was no brand on the wine bottle, and Rhodes guessed that it might be a low-quality drink bought casually from a street stall. The butcher didn't have many requirements for life, and he only had one purpose in living - glory.
Death in battle. In life, as long as you don't starve to death or die of thirst.
"They do not believe in the Chaos Gods."
Rhodes said, dispelling the dwarf's concerns.
"I know, but I still don't like the Norscans."
"The decision of the ancestors does not represent everyone's decision."
Rhodes stated again.
"Okay, there's no need for us to discuss this issue for a long time, right? You, you are looking for the swamp monsters, and I happen to be looking for them too. This is the key."
The butcher wiped the drink from his mouth with a satisfied look on his face.
"Yes, I know that you have spent your whole life pursuing a glorious death. And we just want to ensure the safety of the North. No dark creatures are allowed to exist in my territory."
"Then, our goals are the same." The butcher said, "You were shrouded in the fog just now, so you didn't catch up with these water monsters. That was the magic of the swamp wizard."
"Are you familiar with them?"
Rhodes asked.
"I've been hunting these monsters for months."
The dwarf butcher said proudly.
"Then take us to find these monsters."
"Okay, but I have a condition."
"Damn it! Are there any conditions for hunting Swamp Monster?!"
Finally, the Norscans standing next to Rhodes couldn't help it anymore. In their eyes, this dwarf talked too much nonsense. He talked too much and didn't say anything serious. He made himself look awesome.
"Of course. Without me, you can't find them."
Butcher Bogur shrugged with an indifferent look on his face. It made people want to beat him. But Rhodes knew that this was the dwarf's nature.
"We can't find them. Are you going to fight a whole group of swamp monsters?"
Celta asked in displeasure.
"Why not? You saw it just now. I knocked down six water monsters by myself. I don't mind a dozen more. The more they are, the better chance I have of dying in battle."
The Butcher's words left everyone speechless. But Rhodes knew that he would, he would do this. Living was meaningless, killing and fighting were the only motivation for them to live.
"What are your conditions?"
Rhodes asked impatiently.
"Just take care of food and accommodation. Besides, it's best if you have wine."
Bogur turned his head and answered with a smile.
For Rhodes, such conditions are simply a bargain. The combat power of the dwarf butcher in front of him is equivalent to the strength of ten Norscan raiders. But he does not need a salary, he only needs to take care of food and housing every day.
It was simply a bargain. So Rhodes agreed to Bogul's request on the spot.