Chapter 312 The Price of Strength, Expedition Ceremony
In the north, the cold wind is biting.
The silent wilderness is shrouded in deep darkness, and an army of orcs surges quietly like a black torrent.
Each of the orcs wore thick leather armor and held giant axes or spears. They stepped heavily on the knee-deep snow, with ferocious, cold and numb faces, and cold eyes flashing. Fighting spirit.
The weak firelight illuminates a little of the long night. The torch held high, the firelight stretches into a long dragon. Viewed from a high altitude, it looks like a fire dragon winding its way in the wilderness.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the darkness.
A huge Kodo beast collapsed to the ground. Unable to bear the high-intensity march, it collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and could no longer walk.
The army fell into a brief commotion.
From the front of the team, a warg with scarlet eyes returned, a burly orc giant about three meters tall. He turned away from the warg and walked to the Kodo beast that fell to the ground.
Grim Stormhammer examined the kodo beast for a moment, confirming that it had exhausted its last bit of strength, crouching down with its burly body, and stretched out his palm to cover the kodo beast's eyelids.
As if it had a premonition of the fate of death, the Kodo struggled violently. It refused to close its eyes, and hot tears flowed down the gaps in the palms covering its eyelids to the snow, melting the snow.
The orc warriors on both sides were a little moved when faced with the Kodo beast's plea.
But it is obvious that life and death cannot be decided by it.
Bah!
A dagger pierced the Kodo's head.
Hot blood splashed out, fell on the orc's broad palm, and gathered into a handful of blood fountain.
Grim held up the palm of his hand and drank every drop into his mouth. He immediately wiped his lips, bared his teeth, exposed a row of blood-red teeth, and let out a loud and frightening roar.
“Woo——!!”
The long roar echoed in the wilderness, containing the simple syllables of the orc language, conveying Greem’s order.
The army began to repair on the spot, set up camp and set up cauldrons.
Such an orc army of five thousand people consumes an astronomical amount of food every day. One Kodo beast is far from meeting the food needs.
In addition to the freshly cut pieces of meat, the orcs also threw potatoes, goat meat, cliff moss, sea fish and other edible ingredients into the pot.
Even so, the stew that each orc received in the bowl was sparse visible to the naked eye.
Muffled complaints echoed in the night, but no one dared to confront the chief. The last orc warrior who disobeyed the chief had long been buried in the belly of the wolf, with no bones left.
On a cold pine tree a few kilometers away from the camp, a raven with dark fur and bright red eyes stood on the branch. It quietly stared at the firelight in the dark night, as if supervising everything. .
The sight and hearing were doubled by the increase in the power of revenge, and the raven quickly locked onto the target.
Grim Stormhammer.
At this moment, this tall and burly orc chief with a wide jaw and ferocious fangs, his messy hair flying in the strong wind, is wearing armor made of animal bones and metal, and has fangs hanging around his neck. , standing on a high slope, crossing his arms, showing a scornful aura like a tyrant.
Beside Greem, stood a towering centaur like a fortress, with a muscular upper body of a human and a majestic body of a horse, covered with leather armor, horse armor and a helmet, with both hands He holds a huge battle ax together, like the sickle used by Death to harvest lives.
Di Rong·Thunder Hoof.
The chief of the Thunderhoof Tribe and an ally of Greem's coalition.
Since the languages between the two tribes were not similar, the two chiefs switched to Northern dialect to communicate.
"The new king of the troll tribe is a fool. Sooner or later he will be conquered by the iron hoof of our tribe."
Di Rong said hoarsely: "But I can't understand why Atalia and Its powerful Tauren warriors also gave up this expedition? "
The tribe has always respected strength.
Adult Tauren warriors can easily kill orc warriors and centaur warriors of the same level.
And Atalia is the most powerful chief and warrior among the Tauren tribe in recent generations.
Therefore, the centaur chief Dirong attached great importance to the Atalia Great Totem and its tribe, but he did not expect that the other party would become a deserter. He suppressed a mass of resentment in his heart and restrained himself from asking Greem. question.
Greem's breath was fierce, his mouth showed sharp fangs, and he sneered:
"Atalia is committed to becoming a bard, and does not want to treat humans who are the chosen ones of the arts. Do it...it’s ridiculous!”
Di Rong thought for a moment, and heard the sound of horse hooves pacing back and forth in the night.
In the North, poetry culture is more popular than in the Golden Lion Kingdom. Perhaps it is because the long nights and coldness can inspire people to think about life and death.
Atalia not only likes to play music, but also worships poets. Emperor Rong has heard about this for a long time, but he just thinks it is ridiculous that a tauren chief who can tear mammoths apart with his bare hands believes in the goddess of art.
"What is the name of that artistic divine choice?" Di Rong asked.
“Yeats Burandi.”
Grimm had obviously also inquired about the enemy's intelligence, and said coldly:
"The lord of Morning Frost Ridge that is blocking our march route is this human named Yeats!"
Morning Frost Ridge is an important place. If the orc coalition wants to enter the Golden Lion territory to plunder, they must first conquer the base area of Morning Frost Ridge. Therefore, it is inevitable that they will conflict with Yeats Brondi.
"Atalia doesn't want to come...it's not a big problem."
Greem looked at his calloused, thick and powerful five fingers, gradually tightened them, and said in a ferocious voice:
"When I bring that human being as a gift to Atalia, he will know how weak and powerless creatures human beings are!"
Di Rong frowned slightly.
He felt that Greem had underestimated the enemy a little too much. To be able to become an extraordinary person chosen by the God of Art, even a weak human being must have a power that cannot be ignored.
Gram's temper has become increasingly violent recently. Even though Dirong has been friends with him for many years, he still criticizes many of Grem's cruel behaviors.
Centaurs are a race that is both brave and intelligent.
Di Rong's ancestor was once a world-famous centaur wise man who taught countless heroes.
Therefore, in this alliance, Emperor Rong shouldered the task of making suggestions. Faced with the dictatorial Greem, resentment gradually arose.
"I hope the God of Art is as vulnerable as you said."
Di Rong dropped the sarcastic words and turned to return to the camp, seeming to remember again What, he turned around and said:
"And...Graem, your witchcraft..."
Greem's eyes were filled with crimson fire, revealing a cold and violent killing intent as he stared coldly at Di Rong. His hands had already grasped the rune warhammer with the power of thunder, as if if Di Rong said one more word, he would vent his anger on his allies.
"Even asking a friend for the source of power is unfriendly - what do you think?" Greem said hoarsely.
Di Rong stopped talking and his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.
The wind and snow were howling, and Greem stood on the high slope and snorted coldly.
At this time, he suddenly let out a low roar, his eyes were filled with blood-red light, and his body was arched like a shrimp, trying his best to suppress the pain of a splitting headache.
Stretching out his trembling hand, Greem tried his best to take out a bottle of dark green poison-like potion from his arms, bit open the cork, and drank the potion in one gulp.
The drug gradually takes effect.
Graem exhaled slowly, and the violent red light in his eyes gradually calmed down and turned into a deeper dark red light. Looking down at the tattoos that appeared on his body, he saw that the runes imprinted on his arms and chest glowed with a hot red light, and then gradually became dim and disappeared under the skin.
"Power... is so sweet." Greem's hoarse voice echoed in the cold wind, and he clenched his palms towards the dim crescent moon under the sky.
"As long as I can get what I want, I am willing to go to hell!"
This scene is reflected in the raven's bright red eyes, as it silently flies across the moonlit sky, just like it Arrive quietly, cross the mountains, and fly to Chenshuang Ridge at the foot of the mountains.
……
Sword Winter Castle.
Lord Hall.
Yeats looked at the raven flying back from the window and smiled slightly:
"You are back, have you got any information?"
The raven stopped on Yeats' arm and dissipated into a Wisps of mist containing memory, Yeats used magic to extract this memory, and scenes suddenly appeared in front of him.
“It seems that there is a wizard behind the scenes of Greem, who provides him with the green potion that can arouse anger, sacrificing his reason in exchange for strength...”
Yeats thought to himself, and the classic lines could not help but appear in his mind.
So, what's the cost?
The wizards who are best at potions are the snake-men. Yeats has reason to suspect that the famous snake-men wizard is secretly controlling Greem through potions.
But what is the purpose of the mastermind behind the scenes?
While Yeats was deep in thought, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
The door was pushed open, and the young maid next to Princess Teresa came in. The candlelight reflected her red cheeks. She didn't dare to raise her head and said softly:
"Your Excellency, the Duke, this is the princess. The apple tart served with mulled wine made by His Highness... Seeing that your room was still lit late at night, she asked me to bring this dessert."
Yeats raised his eyebrows and looked into the bowl. The apple tart has a golden and crispy skin, exuding a sweet smell mixed with honey and spices. The mulled wine, which is slowly boiled with red wine, honey, cinnamon and other ingredients, exudes a warm aroma.
Rebellion against Tiangang?
Yeats thought.
I haven't drugged the princess yet, and she came to me first?
It is easy to understand that Teresa did this. Firstly, it was to express her apology for coming unexpectedly, and secondly, it was a gesture of goodwill.
On this long cold night, facing this fragrant dessert, even Yeats was a little moved. He nodded and said:
"Put it there and thank His Highness for me."
The young maid nodded lightly and left quickly.
Yeats tasted an apple tart and was a little surprised. The princess's craftsmanship was unexpectedly good.
As a royal daughter, Teresa grew up in a monastery during her childhood and was very good at housekeeping.
Yeats took a sip of mulled wine and said to himself:
"It will soon be the day of mobilization before the war. This battle must be fought quickly and resolved before the New Year!"
Late December.
The cold wind in the north is getting more and more chilling.
Battle reports keep coming.
"Your Majesty the Duke, the orc army has entered the hinterland of the Jueling Mountains and is heading towards the Morning Frost Ridge!"
"Report! Lord Forkas, Lord Ax, and Lord Helga , have already led a team of troops each to station at Curling Pass to guard the northern line! "
Curling Pass is famous for its terrain like the mouth of a pot. It is a narrow pass that can only be opened by one man. .
‘Ironbone’ King Hallag once personally commanded the siege troops and war mammoths to break through the Curling Pass and invade the Morning Frost Ridge.
However, the orc army lacks siege equipment after all, and must rely on manpower to penetrate the checkpoint. As long as Phokas and Ax guarding this place can resist for three days, they can fight for Yeats's surprise attack from behind. enough time.
Yeats sat on the Duke's chair in the center of the Lord's Hall, holding the battle reports and reviewing them one by one.
Messengers continued to enter the hall, the wind and snow continued to pour in, blowing the tapestries on the walls, and the shields decorated with honeysuckle heraldry shone in the light of the fireplace.
"Your Majesty the Duke! The Frostwolves have been assembled and are waiting for your review on the school grounds!"
The Frostwolf Regiment is stationed in the snow forest, and it takes more time to assemble than other formations such as the Manticore Regiment and the Reindeer Regiment.
Yeats stood up and was about to leave for the school grounds. Another knight's guard came quickly and knelt down on one knee to report:
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Princess is asking you about the review ceremony. Do you need her to attend?”
Yeats said with a smile:
“If you go back and report, then please come with me, Your Highness!”
Outside Sword Winter Castle.
Theresa wore a white snow fox cloak and sat on a horse, with the reins held by her accompanying knight and horsemaster.
The gate of the castle opened, and a snow-white horse drove out. The young Duke on the horse was wearing armor and a cloak decorated with honeysuckle patterns, looking high-spirited.
"Your Highness, please follow me to the school grounds and prepare to go out!"
Teresa's beautiful eyes flickered slightly as she followed Yeats to the school grounds.
I saw more than 800 mighty frost wolves lined up in a queue. The knights stood beside the frost wolves, holding the reins of the frost wolves with firm eyes.
This is undoubtedly an army with extraordinary strength, just like the Hussars of Hastings and the Mammoth Phalanx of the North!
This Frostwolf Cavalry team, which is based on frost people and some of the people of the territory, has high mobility and excellent riding and shooting capabilities. Even if it is against the orcs' warg cavalry, it is not far behind!
The knights looked up at the young Duke on the high platform with enthusiasm and awe. His legendary deeds had already spread throughout the territory.
Winning three consecutive championships in the athletic conference is the honor that all knights dream of.
And because of his achievements in fighting against the vampires, he was awarded the title of Duke and was respected by everyone in the kingdom!
"The invasion of Morning Frost Ridge by the orcs is a trampling on the kingdom, the civilians, and freedom..."
Yeats's eyes inspected the cavalry, and his voice contained the power of the inspirational song, bringing It has the power to inspire people.
"We are not allowed to retreat. Even if we shed the last drop of blood, we must defend our glory and protect our homeland!"
The bard has a unique advantage in boosting morale.
The sound of military drums resounded passionately, and the soldiers raised their rifles and spears high and shouted in unison.
Teresa looked at the tall figure on the high platform. Although Yeats was so young, he already had a perseverance and perseverance. This made Theresa both admired and wanted to learn from him.
In this atmosphere of great morale, Yeats ordered the expedition, and the Frostwolf Cavalry arrived at Curling Pass that day.
Teresa also arrived at the front line, feeling the biting cold wind of the Jueling Mountains, her mood quietly changed.
Yeats stood at the top of the city, overlooking the inside and outside of the pass, exhaled a breath of cold mist, nodded and said:
"After the natural danger, there is the iron wall!"
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(End of this chapter)