Chapter 768 The Eve of the Great War and the Old Dwarf
Ryan's appearance finally calmed down the entire camp. The king was the only one in the entire camp who could suppress the wood elves and dwarves at the same time. The wood elves needed Ryan for trade. As for the Angland clan, they were also convinced by Ryan.
After hearing that Ryan had successfully advanced to the advanced level of the Holy Realm, Belega also stopped. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain was making final preparations.
Ryan didn't rush into the meeting, he had to try to master the new abilities he had acquired.
His spiritual energy touched the cold void. The original body's spiritual energy appeared as extremely bright points of order in the entire subspace, connecting into a mysterious symbol. Ryan controlled his spiritual energy to his heart's content,
He began to expand and explore.
Well, the dark magic source and the one with my spiritual mark more than ten meters away must be Orika who is guarding the door. Ryan felt it and nodded.
Now that Orica can be felt, what about Veronica?
Ryan further extended his power, and his psychic energy covered hundreds of meters from the house. Soon, Ryan found where Veronica was. The Witch of Gloriosa was hiding in her tent, condensing fire.
It is a magic element, but even under the gathering of a large number of fire elements, the spiritual mark under the Ryan brand on Veronica's lower abdomen is still very clear.
Thank you for her hard work. Ryan smiled when he heard this. In the Great Expedition this year, Veronica has contributed a lot. Although the rewards are also very tempting, she can come here only because of herself, Jia Lan, who is powerful in the Sanctuary.
The witch didn't say anything, but she still put Ryan first in everything. Now that the weather is cold, it is not suitable for Veronica to use fire magic. She is still working hard to gather part of the fire magic to reserve.
In fact, the cold weather should be Teresa's home field, but the sorceress is not in the Holy Land. Secondly, even if she comes, she will not be of much use in the entire war in the Badlands or even the Battle of Wallaya Gate.
, the most she can bring is to use it in front of the gate of Bafeng Mountain at the end. This is really not worth the loss, so Ryan has no intention of letting her come. As for Aurora, she is useful, but Ryan does not completely trust her.
Yes, not complete trust, nor complete distrust, but incomplete trust.
So why did Ryan ask Aurora and her daughter to form MI7?
The answer is simple, no one can use it. At the same time, Ryan also needs to establish a balance. In the process of rising, he relied a little too much on Sulia and the knightly aristocratic force behind her.
"Okay, let me try my new ability." Ryan closed his eyes and began to try to cast spells with psychic powers.
Bright psychic light illuminated the entire room, and soon, the boundary between the subspace and the mortal world was torn apart. The light blue psychic vortex flashed and gradually opened a bright portal.
The figure of Veronica appeared in the portal. The Witch of Gloria screamed and fell from the air, and then was hugged by Ryan. The Witch of Gloria was panicked at first. She almost thought that she had not controlled her magic well and had attracted the Chaos Demon.
, or be sucked into subspace
When they went inside, they saw it was Ryan. Witch of Gloria's face turned ugly. She was so angry that she patted Ryan's face gently with the back of her hand: "Dear! What are you doing! You almost scared me to death.
Oh! I thought I was sucked into the Chaos Portal!"
What Veronica said is not without reason. More than a hundred years ago, when the Alchemy School of the Imperial Royal Wizarding Academy was first established, the management of the alchemy wizards inside was not as perfect as it was later. An alchemy wizard failed to cast a spell and accidentally summoned
I entered the Chaos Portal, and a strange daemon and Khorne came out of it.
The Demon Dog killed all the alchemy wizards in the entire Alchemy Academy. In the end, the Demon Dog of Tzeentch and the Demon Dog of Khorne still fought in the Alchemy Academy. Until one day later, the tide of Chaos receded and the Chaos Demons disappeared.
The sorcerous disguise of the Tzeentch demon was lifted, and the empire discovered the disaster.
Historically, there have been many incidents in the Gloria Council. Although Veronica was protected from being corrupted by Chaos by Ryan's spiritual pattern, she naturally had many experiences of spellcasting errors and even backlash. This time, she really
She was quite frightened.
"It's the same way. I understand." Ryan hugged Veronica's delicate body, and the King of Knights thought thoughtfully: "I understand how my father teleported Angron out of the crisis."
"Brother Angron?" Veronica calmed down after a brief panic. The Witch of Gloria sat on Ryan's lap angrily. She was wearing a starry night elf dazzling black amber flirty hip skirt today.
, a pair of slender and straight long black silk legs under the skirt and black suede high heels, the Witch of Gloria smiled and said: "How could a person as powerful as Brother Angron encounter a crisis? Don't lie to me."
"No matter how strong he is, he is just a demigod." Ryan said meaningfully. He reached out and gently rubbed oil on a pair of beautiful black stockings of his chief female courtier. Under the thin black stockings, Veronica's delicate legs
Smooth skin, the Witch of Gloria was a little embarrassed and a little unhappy.
Slapping Ryan's hand away: "Okay, dear, I don't know what new abilities you got, but if you summoned me here for this kind of thing, then wait until night, or you can go find your Ao
Lika, I still need to continue concentrating my magic power during the day to prepare for the next battle."
"I'm just testing my new ability." Ryan hugged Veronica's waist when he saw this: "I tested the first ability, and now it's the second one."
"The second one?" Before Veronica could realize what Ryan was saying, a light blue spiritual vortex erupted in the room, and the two people disappeared instantly: "Whoops~"
After a wave of psychic energy, Ryan and Veronica appeared two kilometers away from their previous location, on the eastern wall of the stream outpost. Veronica's black high-heeled shoes stepped on the thick snow, and Jia
Witch Lan looked at the nearby snow scene in disbelief: "Dear, have you learned the mass teleportation technique?!"
"Psychic crossing, up to thirty to forty people at a time, and the distance is up to three kilometers." Ryan put Veronica down, and he realized his new power: "Damn it, this world is suppressed by the great guardian and the maelstrom.
Too serious, otherwise I should be able to teleport very far."
"Your new ability?" Veronica looked at the heavy snow falling from the sky, and took the initiative to put her cloak on the shoulders of Ryan, who was wearing single clothes: "Go back to the room first, don't get wet in the snow outside."
"Psychic recall, psychic crossing." Ryan nodded and activated psychic crossing again. One second later, the two of them returned to the king's golden tent.
Ryan began to deal with various news and affairs.
According to Belegar's dwarf ranger intelligence, it was learned that Skarsnik was gathering all his troops and mobilizing large-scale troops, indicating that the Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord was preparing to fight him decisively. At the same time, an entire ogre tribe, named Big
The Ogre Army of the Stomach Tribe
Under the command of the ogre warlord Brout Big Maw, Skarsnik not only used the crown of Eight Peaks Mountain and a large amount of food to trade with the ogre tribe, but also took away half of the Grots in Eight Peaks Mountain.
Provide it to this ogre tribe.
Although the greenskins eat farts that other races cannot eat, the ogres are different. There is nothing that this race cannot eat. When they are crazy with hunger, the ogres can even eat rocks and dirt.
To satisfy their hunger (of course, it’s not very useful. If you really want to be full, you still need solid food and meat). Faced with tens of thousands of delicious barbecue farts, the ogres agreed to Skarsnik’s offer.
Employment contract.
Belegar was originally very confident that he could hire the ogres, but seeing that Skarsnik made the decision and paid such a huge price, the King of Eight Peaks really had nothing to say and could only express his resentment towards his old rival.
This time I really have to fight hard.
Although Skarsnik is very cunning and cunning, this green-skinned warlord also has the courage to fight and the courage to risk everything at critical moments. This is even true for Belega, who hates Skarsnik so much.
All sufferers agree with this.
As for the Skaven, who were very quiet, Belegar judged that there were only two possibilities. One possibility was that the headhunter Quik was planning a more despicable and terrifying plan, and he was ready to come out to clean up the mess.
As for the second possibility... even Ryan felt a lot of pressure after hearing it, but in any case, if the problem of Bafeng Mountain can be solved at once and save so much trouble, then it is acceptable.
As for the field battle proposed by Belegar and the city defense proposed by the wood elves, Ryan finally chose to go out for the field battle. The stream outpost was really dilapidated. This was not a city with sufficient defense and a complete wall structure at all, but a city in the city.
The place has been abandoned for thousands of years due to the destruction of the greenskins. Although the dwarves have repaired part of it, the defense of the city is still too reluctant.
Ryan understood what Aralos meant. The Wood Elf heroes were playing with the idea that you would carry the line in front and we would shoot and explode from behind.
However, fighting outside the city can maximize the impact advantage of the Britannian heavy cavalry. Ryan finally made up his mind to go out of the city to fight in the field. Belega naturally clapped his hands and said happily that it was the Ryan brothers who knew the dwarves best, and they all had sharp ears in the forest.
Alaros, on the other hand, was very unconvinced. After many polite suggestions and suggestions, he was forced to accept the idea of leaving the city for a field battle, but Ryan could see that the wood elf hero still wanted to defend the city.
He could only temporarily suppress Aralos's dissatisfaction, not because of Ryan's own prestige, but because of Lilith's instructions to Aralos - listen to Ryan and don't let him get hurt.
The brave man's voice was full of sourness when he said these words, and Ryan laughed it off.
Now, the entire camp is preparing for war.
In the wind, snow and dead leaves, on a square with the ruins of a dwarf house, the real King of the Eight Peaks, Belegar-Ironhammer, sat on a stone, holding a pipe in his hand and swallowing
Clouds blow out mist.
He was surrounded by hundreds of dwarf soldiers who were eating sandwiches and drinking beer. The dwarves were eating, fighting and arguing loudly. Not only did Belegar not stop him, but he was happy to see this scene, which represented the vitality of the dwarf clan.
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The decline and decline of the dwarves has been going on for a long time. Now the number of older dwarves has exceeded the number of young dwarves. If it were not for the help and assistance of Ryan, the large group of young dwarves in the clan received enough food and various trainings, this would
This decline will continue, but one day, the young dwarves will take over the armor, axes, and hammers of their elders, go to the front line, and continue to fight for the glory and clan.
What kind of scene would that be? Belega couldn't help but smile when he thought of this. He looked at the Gate of Titan in the Bafeng Mountain in the distance, stretched out his legs and admired the scenery. From the top of the mountains, he could see many kilometers.
In addition, there are the rolling mountains, hard rocks and sparse vegetation, as well as the vaguely visible Eight Peaks Mountain. In front of the peaks, the Granny Stone Statue and the Grimnir Giant Stone Statue are watching everything. They are about to witness this event.
The greatest war.
"More than three thousand years ago, your kingdom fell here, Your Majesty Belegar." At this time, a voice came from behind Belegar. The King of the Eight Peaks Mountain turned around and found a very old man wearing a turban.
A white-bearded dwarf wearing a simple rope-buckle belt stood behind him. The stranger wore a blue woolen smock and held an ancient dwarf scroll in his rough and cracked hands: "And now, you want to take it back.
.”
"Only by regaining the Eight Peaks Mountain can my clan and I usher in the final renaissance." Belegar replied seriously. He took the pipe out of his mouth and looked at the old dwarf with some strangeness.
Judging from the length, he can be his own grandfather: "Who are you? You are not a warrior of my clan, where did you come from?"
"I'm from Eternal Peak." The old dwarf nodded and walked behind Belega: "I'm just an old craftsman who is good at making and repairing weapons to make a little money. I think you may need my help, so
I'm coming."
"Thank you for your helping hand. May Granny be with you." Belega nodded: "Anyone who can lend a helping hand at this juncture is a friend. Please sit down."
The old dwarf sat next to Belega. He also stretched out his legs, took out a glass of Bagman's XXX dark beer and drank it: "This will be an extremely glorious battle. I'm glad you found enough
A powerful ally, but as an elder, I still want to pass on some life experience to you."
"I have nothing worth educating. If you want to tell me that Brother Ryan is unreliable, then I won't have a good look at you. By Valaya, Brother Ryan is my friend and will be my forever friend." Belega was very happy.
Muttering unhappily, the King of Eight Peaks Mountain said awkwardly: "I don't think I need your advice."
The old dwarf did not answer immediately. He deftly took out a small pack of tobacco and stuffed it into his pipe. Then he took out a tinderbox and struck it three times before lighting it. After getting everything done and several times of satisfied hesitation, the old dwarf
The dwarf then said slowly: "Ryan Malcador? He is barely a qualified warrior, barely, but you have to remember that he is the only one the dwarf can trust. Others are not worth mentioning. Belega
king you
You must know that human life is too short and fragile. Look at the empire. Apart from Charlemagne and Ludwig the savior, is there a qualified emperor... But at least for now, we can indeed trust Ryan Macca
More and his knight allies, you know that’s not what I’m talking about, I’m talking about another group of despicable, shameless, disgusting guys who have betrayed the great covenant, I won’t mention the names of those with pointed ears here.”
"You mean..." Belegar was thoughtful. The King of Eight Peaks obviously thought of something. He looked at the old dwarf behind him with some suspicion. He was wearing a long cloak that covered his whole body.
He got up, but it was obvious that he had an axe-shaped object on his waist: "You are here to help me, right?"
"I'm very happy. I thought that recapturing the Eight Peaks Mountain would be an impossible task, but Belegar, you actually made the impossible possible. Now, it's not far away from recapturing the Eight Peaks Mountain. As long as you and your knights
The allies defeated the greenskin and the rat in this battle, you might really have a chance, I mean, the slightest chance." The old dwarf nodded.
"This is my oath, I will definitely regain the Eight Peaks Mountain." Belega's eyes lit up: "The oath, this is the bond that maintains our clan."
"Yes, the Kingdom of Mountains will surely be revived again." The old dwarf's slow and deep voice sounded as if it was extremely important: "What you swear is as solid as a rock!"
"Go, King Belegar, may Varaya guide your path, may your will be like Grunnir's broken iron, may your strength be like Grimnir's axe, may you succeed."
Belegar nodded slowly, and in the eyes of the old dwarf, he sent a black crow high into the sky. Watching the crow fly into the distance, the King of Eight Peaks Mountain said with emotion.