At the end of the uphill road is a huge cold iron stone, and from here, you can still see endless mountains. The next hill looks like it's at least a day's walk away. In mountainous terrain, the march was not a little slower than usual. If it weren't for the iron sheet, no one would have walked into the barren mountain so perverted. Of course, I am afraid that there is only one person in the world who will chase his opponent to the ends of the earth......

"We're resting here!"

Seeing that it was getting late, Rhodes could only order a temporary camp to rest. They found a hollow with boulders to block out some of the strong winds. The tent was barely propped up, and the warriors huddled together to keep each other warm, full of emotion, but the howling wind outside the tent felt like it was going to be blown over at any moment.

"Rod, I told you before about the treasures in the Troll King's lair, and now I tell you that the most precious thing in those treasures is a book. ”

Sitting in the tent, Bogur took the liquor and said slowly. His gaze was misty, as if he was contemplating the distant past.

"A book?"

Rod asked curiously. Knowledge is power, and this saying is true everywhere. And sometimes a book in the Middle Ages is more than just a book. How many magic books are held in the hands of wizards, they are power. Rhodes guessed that the book in Bogur's mouth was not an ordinary book, it was at least an ancient book from thousands of years ago. There is something special or a power that is written in it.

"Well, the Book of Hunting. ”

"I'm not a hunter. ”

Rod said with a smile.

"No, this book is not for hunters. Although the name is the Book of Hunting, it has nothing to do with hunting, it is related to the god Kislev Bear. A book is worth 10,000 books, and it is a book that rules over all beasts. ”

Bogur introduced with a solemn expression. Rhodes had never heard him say any of these things, and it must have been hidden in his heart for years. Treasures and ores, for dwarves, are irresistible temptations. How many dwarves spend their lives searching for treasures in the earth and treasures around the world. Although a butcher, Bogur is still a dwarf at heart. Before he became a butcher, this was the last thing he could give up.

"Domination of all beasts?"

Rhodes came interested. Even though the wind was howling outside the tent, the legend in Bogur's mouth had made Rhodes forget about the cold and hunger.

"Well, legend has it that this book was originally owned by the bear god Ersun, but then it was lost to the world for unknown reasons, and the Chaos Norscans took the book from the chaos invasion two hundred years ago. But luckily, none of them will use the book. I can't even read it. Only the followers of Ersun can understand it, and legend has it that in order to use the power of the book, it must be the person chosen by the bear god. ”

Bogur paused—

"That's why I said before, this book is important to you, but it's no longer important to me. ”

"You've known about this book for a long time, but you never told me?"

Rod asked.

"Yes, because I had no idea that one day we would come to Troll Mountain again. You know, it takes extraordinary courage. ”

Bogur sighed, finally looking straight at the most vulnerable part of his heart. Yes, before that, he did not think at all about returning here, where his comrades-in-arms, his teammates, his brothers were buried. It reminds him of those sad memories. He has been running away, and only now has he faced up to the fragility of his heart.

"Well, tell me, what do you mean to reign over all beasts?"

Rod continued to ask. Dancing God eBook

"Legend has it that this book records how to defeat all the monsters, and there is also a legend that whoever truly reads this book can call out to all beasts. Let all beasts fight with it. Of course, this is just a legend, and so far, no one has been able to do it. I think only the bear god himself can do it. ”

Bogur tells his knowledge as if he were telling a story. Rhodes and Caroline listened in fascination. Listening to dwarves tell stories is a pleasure, although sometimes they brag to the sky. But at the moment Bogul's words are clearly not bragging. He almost touched the book.

As we chatted, it was getting dark.

The wind was still tearing at the camp, and when they woke up again after the night, they found that two wounded had died quietly in the night after they could not bear the extreme cold of the mountains. Temporary pre-expression pain.

The Lord of Wintercastle, Giger, and two warriors buried them with their own hands, as they simply couldn't take the warrior's body with them. The wind was still tearing at his bearskin coat.

Giger's face was full of apprehension, and before he set out, he was confident that there was no mountain that could not be conquered. However, after more than half a month of trekking, the old lord's face was full of exhaustion and helplessness. He brought with him twelve men, and now only six remain.

"Rod, my people are no longer good, you can see it, and the others are starting to lose their strength. If we continue like this, I'm afraid we will all die halfway before we reach the Troll King's lair. ”

Giger stood in the snow with his greatsword in his hand, and said tiredly. He had just buried two of Winter's elite warriors, his heart was full of sadness, sweat dripping from his forehead, and the warm breath that came out of his mouth and nose immediately atomized in the air, turning into a white mist and drifting in the cold wind.

"I know, but it's come to this, and we can only hold on. Lord Giger, you should know that we are sacrificing, and likewise, there are dead people on the Greenskins' side. The extreme cold of the mountains kills humans, as well as the greenskins. With every step they take, hundreds of greenskins may die. I believe that by the time he actually reaches the Troll King's lair, there will be no more than a hundred orcs around Ironhide. ”

Rod squeezed the old lord Giger's shoulder—

"We thought before we set off that there would be such an ending and a process, didn't we? Even if we hold on to the last man, we have to persevere, don't we? Because we're not just fighting for ourselves, we're fighting for the North. We are the future of the North!"

"I know, but the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is that we can't walk. Many people can't walk anymore. Hell knows we'll be a few days before we get to the Troll King's lair. ”

Giger said indignantly, as if doubts and distrust of the dwarves had come back to his mind.

"Soon, I guess in three days, we'll be able to climb over this mountain, and according to Bogul, the Troll King's lair is on the back side of this mountain. If all goes well, we'll be there in five days. ”

"But that's a smooth situation, in case of a snowstorm, or an avalanche......"

"There is no in case...... Even if we had, we had no choice. ”

Rod interrupted Giger. Although they all know in their hearts that nothing is impossible in nature.

"Rod, I'm going to take someone down the mountain. ”

After a moment of silence, Giger raised his head and spoke again. But that gaze was not fear, but another kind of faith. Rod knew that Giger was not a coward. He once participated in the defense of the Watch Fort, and when the city was broken, he stood at the gate with the only remaining militia team, fighting the Greenskins to the death. He even confronted the Araknari Giant Spider. A person who dares to stand in front of the giant spider of the forest is by no means a coward. He is one of the rare lords in the north who still has a backbone alive.

"Like you said, we're dead, and so is Greenskin. In order to lighten your burden, I plan to take a troop down the mountain and divert some of the greenskins. Ironhide's target is you, and when they find out that there is no White Bear Lord in my ranks, they will turn around and hunt down your troops. If I'm lucky enough not to be hunted down by Ironhide, then you'll be less stressed, after all, I've lured some of Greenskins away. No matter how brave he is, he can't face the Troll King alone and an entire elite team. ”

Giger said—

"Trust me, Rod, it's the only way. Going down the mountain, these fighters can still live, at least have a chance to live, and if they continue to walk, they will definitely not live for long. After all, not everyone has the physique you have. ”

The cold wind blew Rod's hair away, and they stood in the wind and thought for a long time. Eventually, Rod agreed with Giger's statement. He will take two hundred soldiers down the mountain and lead the greenskins away. And himself, will continue to advance with the remaining fifty fighters. Although it was only five days away from the Troll King's lair, those five days were the difference between life and death for most warriors......