The Grey Lion is a country that is not very luxurious, compared to other kings on the continent who have to hug each other when they travel, the canopy brocade clothes cover the sky and the sun, and the entourage is like locusts in transit, Siggert only brings a few retinues to the front, including Andre. Riding fast horses, they followed the frontmost flag bearer all the way north and then turned west, and soon reached the Black Mountain Territory. Because the Hammer Territory had not yet been established, it was already the front line of the war.

The lord of the Montenegrin Lord, that is, the father of Lothar, joined the king at the front. The Earl was in a state of surprise when he saw Sigget, you know, the report letter to the king only mentioned the report of the war, and did not write any request for help, but only a few days later, His Majesty the King actually came to the front line in person, and even the letter telling the whereabouts of the Count of Montenegro arrived half a day late.

The laughing and weeping Earl could only lead Sigurt and his dwarven friends into battle, where they met for the first time the strange enemy described in the war report. It was a group of nomadic men, dressed in strange costumes made of stone chips, and their faces were painted with a large number of strange patterns made of various mineral powders mixed with water, although the king noticed that there were two patterns that were repeated on them, namely the head of a snake and the black cave.

The strange enemies used the same strange powers as their outfits, they danced irregularly on the battlefield, and the nomadic warriors who passed by them, each of them became extremely excited, their reaction speed and strength were greatly improved, and the originally evenly matched battle soon forced the lion to send more soldiers to stabilize the battle.

"The nomads we caught called those guys the smuggler priests, claiming that they used the power of Mother Earth. The Count, standing on a wooden platform, said to the king beside him. "As you can see, the war is still under our control, but the worrying thing is that every day, the speed and strength of those steppe people become stronger. In the beginning, they were only able to fight one, but now they have become one against three, and we can't wait for the day when they can fight with one against ten or more. ”

"Maybe we can kill them before that happens?" the young king frowned, his yellow eyes flashing fiercely. The battle and hatred with the steppe people have been carved into the bones of every grey lion man for a long time, and to forgive these aliens who live by raiding is cruelty to oneself.

"No, we can't catch up with them. The Count of Montenegro shook his head and said helplessly, compared to the kingdom's war horses, the steppe people's mounts have better mobility. Moreover, the steppe people did not wear armor like the warriors of the blue lion when they rode their horses, they often wore only light leather armor, or even completely bare upper body, which made them lose their defenses and gain an unattainable speed advantage.

"Have you ever tried digging trenches or putting obstacles on the battlefield, you know, that can be very restrictive to them. Andrei asked, looking at the nomadic cavalry coming and going freely on the battlefield. Dwarves are well-versed in positional warfare, and when less mobile than their opponents, these metallurgical artisans can also be turned into sappers on the battlefield. The Dwarven army claims to have the ability to move mountains overnight, and while this is an exaggerated metaphor, they do know how to create terrain that works in their favor.

"Tried. The Count glanced at the dwarf friend the king had brought, he had never seen a real dwarf before. However, this did not prevent the military lord from recounting what had happened to him, "We dug three rows of trenches on the battlefield overnight, but as soon as the day dawned, the land was like every pass. If it weren't for the fact that I personally supervised the construction of the trenches, I would have suspected that the soldiers were lying to me. ”

The two friends looked at each other, and if what the Count of Montenegro said was true, then it meant that some unseen force had taken advantage of the brief darkness before dawn to destroy the fruits of the night's labor of the Grey Lion soldiers. Is this possible? The noisy roar of the nomadic priests carried down the wind to the high platform overlooking the battlefield, and years of adventure had taught them that nothing was impossible in this crazy world.

"I think we need to grab a priest and come back and ask. Siggett said with a wicked smile on his face, and Andre, who knew him well, knew that when this human friend showed such an expression, someone was going to be unlucky.

"I don't think you should risk your life, Your Majesty. Although the Earl did not know the new king very well, he also knew that the impulsiveness of young people often led them to make unwise decisions. "As long as you show up here, it's enough to inspire the soldiers, and we're sure to drive these grazing creatures back to their grasslands. ”

"Yes, I don't doubt the abilities of the bear hunters and other kingdom warriors. But what is the cost, Lord Earl?" the king asked, this sentence was not all an excuse for risk, Siggert loved his country dearly, so if a dangerous sneak could reduce the casualties of his own soldiers and satisfy his desire for adventure, why not?

"Alas......" The Count of Montenegro looked at his face and knew that he might not be able to stop this majesty. In fact, the Count himself did not want the war to drag on, although the winter snow must make it difficult for the nomads to retreat, but when he thought of his newborn son, Lothar, he wanted to pack up and kick all these damned steppe people away at once.

"You must bring the guards, if you insist on doing so. ”

"Of course. The king replied earnestly, then turned to his fellow dwarves and said in a lip whisper, "If they can keep up with us." ”

Andrei was amused by his partner's joke and wanted to laugh, but then he thought that the Count of Montenegro could not see through the king's "tricks", so he could only cover his mouth with his hands and bow his head deeply. Still, his swaying shoulders illustrated the dwarf's cheerful mood.

"What's wrong with your friend?"

"No, he's just a little afraid of heights, you know, dwarves can't quite accept standing too high or anything. Siggett stifled a smile, reached out to put his arm around the dwarf, and said casually. "I'll just take him down. ”

"Hey, I'm not afraid of heights!" Andre protested in a whisper as he was helped by the king.

"I know, I know, the brave dwarf Andrei has never been afraid of heights, but he gets dizzy when he looks at the ground on horseback, hahaha!"

"Damn! Krus must have told you, I knew I couldn't trust that cub!"

"Oh, my dear dwarven friend, you must know that there is a price to pay for letting a demon teach you how to ride a horse. The human king patted Andre on the shoulder and wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes with his free hand. He likes to watch dwarves get angry, and when they're usually in the squad, Sigurt and Krus tease the hot-tempered dwarves. And the buddies are now behind him...... Thinking of this, the king's smile disappeared. But at least your last adventure was with your best friend, and what could be a more extravagant last time?