As a result, news of Scotland's alliance with Norway was reported to the British Isles. England was careful not to mention it, and the United Kingdom of Ireland-Wales, rejoicing at the receipt of another strong reinforcement, wondered why she had not been called to such a thing. And a slightly dead man with a white complexion, with strange runes painted on his chin, and the whole person looked more villain than the villain (black saber), the king was quite dissatisfied with this matter, and sent a special letter to ask Kenneth I, King of Scotland. In the end, the answer was: the soldiers are fast, so they don't have a chance to see each other. Not to offend your country, and to promise to reunite after defeating England on the next occasion......

At the same time, Egil was being questioned by his dwarven allies - the dwarves had been silent for a while, but because they had been on the sea for so long, almost all of them had some degree of seasickness. Medium-sized transports or light ballista warships were a little better, but they had cramped, cramped, dim, damp cabins to protect them from the elements. But the dwarves who came in the dragon-headed battleship were a little more miserable. Not to mention that there is often seawater pouring in, and maybe a wave will sweep them over......

Therefore, when the dwarves arrived on the shore, they were all dead dogs without exception - the 30,000 army that Egil said should actually be more than 10,000 Viking warriors, plus 20,000 dead dog dwarves who had no combat power. Of course, because he's the main character, he basically doesn't get any harsh criticism. A little deception, deception, or being deceived by others, can be beneficial in any case.

In other words, why can you get benefits even if you are deceived?!

However, the dwarves have been recovering for a while in the Auckland Islands recently, and it seems that their IQ is still being restored along with the gradual recovery of their physical strength. Many dwarves began to murmur in their hearts:

In the last Norman Hurricane and Viking invasion, the Viking-Dwarf alliance was defeated by the Anglo-Irish alliance. Of course, Egil didn't care about this kind of thing, and it didn't matter to him which one he loved or died—but to the dwarves, whether English or Irish, or the elven tribes that lived in the Welsh mountains and forests—these were all their enemies, and they were all things they should have hacked to death.

Although the Scots did not provoke the dwarves too much. But they are now allies of the Irish-Welsh United Kingdom. Although the vassals of the vassals are not my vassals. But a friend of an enemy must be an enemy. The simple, bent brains of the dwarves passed such a pattern in an instant. The Scots were also considered enemies.

And what about the Norwegians, who are also allies of the dwarves themselves, but they are also allied with the Scots. So the friend of the enemy's friend...... Probably an enemy too, right?

But with regard to the Norwegians, the dwarves could not, or did not dare to treat them so simply and rudely. After all, without the Norwegian fleet, they could not go back to Scandinavia. Even if you defeat the Vikings and steal their ship...... But the dwarves and the ships have a hundred--minus--should the dwarves take the helm themselves?, in that case, they must sail into Atlantis and be with the god of the sea......

Therefore, the dwarves did not want to turn against the Norwegians until they had to, so they adopted a rare and roundabout strategy. The simple one is negotiation.

Of course, for the dwarves with the surname of the straight surname, the so-called negotiation is no different from questioning or even accusation, and the new dwarven king Wald pointed directly at Egil's nose and said that he was not. and that he should immediately break off the covenant with the Scots.

Faced with such an idiotic ally, Egil rolled his eyes. I complained in my heart: Sure enough, the pig-like teammates are worse. That's the case. After that, he said:

"So, Wald, my friend, what do you think we should do?, offend the whole of the British Isles, and then fight against the three alliances of the three of them with the strength of one nation?" Egil was also a little helpless, after all, almost two-thirds of his so-called army of thirty thousand were dwarven legions. He is still counting on the dwarven legion to be cannon fodder for him to fight the world. Therefore, it is not easy to offend and die.

"Well, then, why not fight all over England?" asked Wald.

"Because we don't have enough strength. Egil explained: "So, you have to eat bite by bite, and you have to do things step by step...... Our real enemies are England and Ireland. It's none of Scotland's business, is it?"

"But the Scots are already allied with the Irish, aren't they?"

"If you make an alliance, you can break the contract. Egir rightly said, "And, if you look carefully at the covenant between them, which is entirely against England." In other words, the kind that would automatically dissolve the alliance after England was defeated. It's only temporary. ”

"Well, it's like our covenant with you Norwegians. Wald nodded yes.

Egil rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "If you don't mention this stubble, you're going to die?!Don't you know how to write the word embarrassing?After you have destroyed England and Ireland, the covenant is over—if you [***] want to go back to Scandinavia, swim back yourself, bastard!

In this way, the dwarves are thrashing and struggling in the water, while driving their own battleships: ahahaha...... The scene that passed by. Egil's mood suddenly improved.

"That's right, my friend. Egir put it this way: "So, let's win over Scotland, and then we will lay siege to England en masse. After destroying England, attack Ireland. You see that step by step, one by one, you can easily take revenge (and expand your territory). ”

"But the Sprinklers think it's too slow......," Wald mused, "So what are you going to do? Whoever stands in the way will cut his grandmother's!"

...... A bunch of goddamn brainless brutes. Egil's smile grew brighter, but the anger in his heart became more and more obvious.

"A little bit of trouble is not a big deal compared to winning. Isn't that right?" said Egil.

"Do you think our mighty dwarven warriors will lose?!" Wald slammed his fist into the table in front of Egil with a vinegar bowl, and the table of tragedy shattered with a thud.

"Don't forget - why we set foot on this land. Egil retracted his smile as well, gritting his teeth in a reminder.

Walder was stunned for a moment, then muttered quietly, "That's because our powerful dwarven warriors weren't prepared......," but his voice was no longer so insistent as he was arguing for it.

"So, my friend, I know how powerful you dwarven warriors are. But no matter how strong an army is, casualties are inevitable against a weaker opponent, don't you? Don't you want an extra dwarven boy to be able to return safely to your home in Scandinavia?"

“...... Well, for the sake of the lives of the dwarven lads. Eventually, Wald's attitude relented. However, he was still worried, thinking about how to deal with the dwarven elders after he returned, and convincing them.

"Ahahahaha...... Alright, my friend, we're done talking. Now, let's have a drink and celebrate. ”

Wald's smile immediately returned. Dwarves are notoriously fond of drinking. And the wine produced by the system tastes really good. Even if Egil doesn't drink much, he likes to have a drink when he has nothing to do. Like a barrel people like the dwarves, that's not to mention.

- Of course, a barrel of good wine has 100 bonds. Sell it for at least 1,000 gold coins. Egil will never lose.

Although the dwarven king has a high status, his actual power is much smaller than that of a human king, and he has no financial privileges. Therefore, it seems that Wald could not drink the good wine produced by such a system very often - it was not until the Norwegian-Dwarven alliance was formed that Wald often came to Egil every once in a while to drink it. This is one of the reasons why he has never been able to straighten up in front of Egil and is easily convinced.

At the feast, Wald, who had drunk too much, complained to Egil with a big tongue: "I was persuaded by you. But when I get back, what am I going to say to the elders? You have to use a stiffer pickaxe to pry. In words, it is...... Alas. As he spoke, Wald took a large sip of wine. I won't talk about it after that.

"Oh?!Is that so?!" Egil, who had studied the political organization of the dwarves for a long time, pretended to be surprised at this moment: "Shouldn't the king's rights be unrestricted and unconstrained?"

"No, no, no, we dwarves aren't like you humans......" Wald continued with his tongue wide open.

"But that's really inefficient. Egil said with a frown.

"Efficiency, efficiency?" said Wald, a drunken repetition of Egil's words.

"That's right, efficiency - you dwarves are a straightforward people who don't like to waste time, right?"

"Boom...... That's right. ”

"Isn't it inefficient, then, that you could decide something that you could decide on by yourself, but now you have to consult with a dozen dwarven elders and make trouble for a long time?" Egil continued.

“...... It seems to make some sense...... But the system of the Council of Dwarven Elders is a tradition since ancient times......"

"Eh, is that really the case, as if the dwarves, why would a people like you make such a tradition that is not at all in line with your dwarven surnames?

Wald stopped talking, for he didn't know either.

"I don't know? So what's going on? Tradition or something...... Is there a shady scene -- sorry, I didn't mean to do it to them -- but are the dwarven elders -- or rather, the dwarven elders -- who made up this so-called traditional dwarven elder, are they ......?"

After Egir said this, he smiled awkwardly, looked at Wald, who was looking forward to what was going on, but refused to speak again.

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