In Norscar at the end of autumn, the wind and snow are raging, the mammoth beasts are roaring and moaning in the endless wasteland, and the legend of the frost dragon is passed down among children and old women.

"It's going to be a long winter, isn't it?"

Gretil returns from hunting outdoors with a blood-toothed boar that he and his fellow Icewolves have hunted. Winter is coming, and there are fewer and fewer animals. Even if it's a wild boar, you have to be lucky to come across it.

"It's a long winter, but it won't be long. ”

As he spoke, Grettier threw the bleeding boar on the table, drew his dagger, cut a hole in the boar's belly, and skillfully pulled out the entrails.

"Soon, we're going south. In winter, it is not cold for the south. Those fat guys are waiting for us to slaughter. ”

"However, the Snow Wolf Clan and the Hague Clan have not yet agreed to join us. ”

Elder Tabek asked in a low voice.

"They'll join, I promise. Grettier said, pulling out what appeared to be a liver, his hands stained blood-red with fat, greasy blood.

Two days later, they embarked on the road north to persuade them to surrender. Years ago, Grethil's father, Assabar, had led the Bloodspear tribe south to plunder, but on the way to Blackhammer Keep, they were routed by Rhodes' Northbound Coalition of Kislev, and the troops on the expedition to Kislev were wiped out, and almost no one escaped the massacre.

As the son of Asabal and the sole heir of the Bloodspear Clan, Gretil has vowed that one day, he will return to Blackhammer Castle with the army of the tribe and hatred, and kill his father's enemy with his sword, and be blessed by the blood god.

For three years, Gretil survived, and relied on his excellent fighting qualities to conquer his surrounding opponents again and again, annexing the surrounding tribes, or gaining their support.

Finally, three years later, a large coalition of Norsca tribes appeared north of Kislev. To the north of the Troll Realm, they have few rivals.

Now the leader of this force, Gretil united six clans, large and small, with a total strength of nearly 15,000 men. Moreover, they are all at their own command. It turns out that in Nosca, absolute leadership of the army was achieved not by age, nor by knowledge and status, but by force. As long as you are strong enough, you can lead the most powerful tribes.

And now, only the Snow Wolf Clan and the Hague Clan have not yet agreed to join his team. And these two clans, one is good at catching wild beasts to fight for them, and the other is good at naval warfare. Gretil learned the lesson of his father, in order to defeat Rhodes and capture Blackhammer Castle, he could not be too one-size-fits-all, he needed to march by land and sea at the same time. And the Hague clan is undoubtedly the most crucial one in this tactic.

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"Barosh. ”

"You should call the Lord of the Seas - the Great Chief - Barosh. "Temple Street

The elders of the Hague clan stood inside the tent and reminded in a low voice. And the big chief Barosh, who sat in the center, had a grim face, he was twice the age of Gretil, a middle-aged chief in his fifties. A man with a vicissitudes of appearance and many stories.

Baros had always disagreed with the proposal of the young man Gretil, a pirate clan known for its raids on the sea. They never farmed, and survived on fishing and plunder. Almost all the members of the clan are good fishers and pirate hunters. They have been living like this for almost half a century, under the leadership of the chieftain Barosh.

However, the arrival of Gretil shattered the peace. In fact, there are also two factions and two voices within the clan. Conservatives, led by clan elders and chiefs, believed that they should continue their old lives, raiding the coastal waters and fishing for a living. The other faction, led by the young cavalry captain Cook, thought that he should join Gretil's army and go south to sack. This will bring real wealth and prosperity to the tribe. It's just that, under the pressure of Barosh, this voice gradually faded.

"Shrunken turtle - Barosh. ”

Inside the tent, Gretil returned with a disdainful expression. These words immediately aroused the anger of others present. Some of the elders even wanted to blast this unruly young man out on the spot.

"Gretil, what qualifications do you have to shout here? Don't think that the White Claw Clan and the Thunderaxe Clan are subject to you, and we will also submit to you. What do you have to lead the army of the Horde?Tell me where you intend to lead everyone?Death or exile?We haven't succeeded in invading Kislev for a hundred years. ”

The tribal elder questioned loudly with hostility.

Gretel, on the other hand, was calm, and with a look of disdain, he walked to the center of the tent.

"That's what a coward would think. There was no successful invasion, that's because you didn't even think about it. You don't even dare to think about it, and naturally you don't dare to do it. Therefore, for a hundred years, you can only nest in this small fishing village and live a so-called peaceful life. However, in a hundred years, your children will forget their traditions, they will forget that they are Gnoscans, how their grandfathers conquered the behemoths in this harsh land, and took them south, crushing the fragile walls and stone houses of the Southerners. ”

Gretil said with a heartfelt voice. It could be seen that not everyone on the field was hostile to him, and Cook, the cavalry captain of that tribe, was delighted. The excitement is palpable.

"Thinking, thinking and doing are two different things, Gretil, you seem to have forgotten how your father died, he just thought too much, and went south with his clan, and as a result, he was completely annihilated by the Kislev coalition of less than 2,000 men. Tell me, is your idea to follow in his footsteps and become a dog that dies in the South?"

The elders continued to persecute.

"Watch your words, otherwise, I wouldn't mind razing this place to the ground. ”

Gretil threatened that he did have the capital, and beyond the tribal camp was his tribal coalition, which numbered tens of thousands, and even an adult mammoth in the legion. Once this giant beast goes berserk, the entire fishing village of the Hague clan will face extinction.

All stopped talking. Until the chieftain of the clan, Barosh, himself spoke—

"Whatever your thoughts, Mammoth Conqueror Gretil, you are you, the last heir of the Bloodspear Clan in this world. You want to avenge your father, that's your business. The Hague clan does not want to be involved, this is my territory, my ship, and I will not let my people risk it for your own selfish desires. A person who has a desperate desire for revenge in his heart must be an irrational person. I'm not going to let them go with you. Nor will they risk going south to approach Kislevny's Bay, a dangerous sea with Imperial and Kislev's battleships. Only a madman would do that. ”

"If you're interested, you'd better get out of here now. Otherwise, even if you let the mammoth tread my territory, I won't submit to you. ”

Barosh said, with a terrible ferocity on his face. Like two wolves, staring at each other, not giving an inch.