"So we're going to Errengrad?"

"Kill the vampires? Tell me, how many of them are? There aren't hundreds enough for me to kill. ”

The Blackhammer Castle army assembled, and the dwarven butcher Bogur danced with excitement, he jumped on the table, spread his hands, and asked Rhodes excitedly. All along, he longed for a real battle, from the City of the Dragons to the Troll Realm to the Dark Forest, but he never met an opponent. Now that there is a battle to be fought, the most exciting one is undoubtedly the butcher.

But in the face of the dwarven butcher jumping up and down, Rod just replied lightly-

"Not vampires, but humans, the nobles of Errengrad have risen up against the Frost Queen, our opponents, the city's army, and a mob driven mad. ”

After hearing Rod say this, Bogur's excited nerves suddenly relaxed.

"It turned out to be a human ......"

He muttered to himself. Obviously, compared to vampires, the strength of human beings is much worse, it should be said that it is several notches worse. A vampire of the same height and weight as a human, several times more powerful than a human. Their bounce, explosiveness, and defensive ability are not comparable to humans. At the same time, they are dark vampire creatures, and dwarves love to fight against powerful opponents, and vampires are undoubtedly good opponents. Bogur had hoped to go to Errengrad for a big fight, but now it seemed that "it's boring, it's boring." He chattered.

"You despise us humans, dwarfs. ”

Celta Ik, the captain of the Norsca Marauders, approached, carrying a machete, the blade of which was covered with serrations, and it looked like it had been used many times, but it was not a sharp weapon. But the marauders like it, and this weapon is big for a dwarf, but just right for a burly Norscan.

"I can blow your head again, do you believe it?"

Bogur twisted his head back. Despite his short height, his muscles were no less than those of the big Norscar man in front of him.

After saying that, Celta came up again, and the two in front of him were about to fight again, and Rod had to come forward to stop it-

"Enough. When you're done cutting down the enemy, you can go home and try slowly. Now, pack your bags and get ready to go. ”

"Rod, I'm not under your leadership. I just promised to cut people with you. ”

Bogur continued to complain. He glared at Rhodes with one eye, as if to say that you don't mind the dwarves.

"You didn't say you were loyal to me, but they did. Rhodes said, gesturing to the Norsca muscis behind the dwarves, "They have sworn allegiance to me, and they will always be allegiance, I am their lord, and if I let them not fight you, you will not be able to duel them." Are you going to cut down a man who won't draw his weapon?"

After Rhodes finished speaking, Bogur was speechless as if he had been stuck in his throat by something.

The cold wind beat against the rock walls of Blackhammer and blew into the room through the gaps in the castle windows. In the arsenal, the hot breath exhaled by the person and the icy air merged, forming puffs of white smoke.

Just as everyone was about to leave the city, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door—Lawrence the Ranger and Ironclaw had returned from the Black Forest outside the city.

"They're coming!"

"Who?, vampire?"

Bogur asked excitedly.

"No, it's not. Beastmen, they're coming!"

Lawrence said breathlessly. Looking out the window at the strange and sleek Evil Moon, Rhodes suddenly remembered that the largest Beastman invasion of the year had begun......

"How many?"

Rod asked.

"Many, at least hundreds, even thousands...... I didn't have time to scout them all, my lord, there were too many of them, and they were wild, and they were very fast, and it was estimated that they would arrive at the city the day after tomorrow at the latest, and I rushed over as soon as I found them. ”

Lawrence reported that the scene he had seen in the dark forest three days ago was still vivid. The massive Beastmen warband seemed to have revived overnight. There had not been many signs of them in the forest before, however, it seemed that overnight all the beastmen had awakened, and they came out of their caves in groups and walked in groups under the light of the evil moon Molserib, tearing apart everything living in their path......

Lawrence rushed back before the Beastmen found themselves, and there was no way to estimate their number, and it was foreseeable that there would be more Beastmen this year than last year......

After Lawrence's debriefing, Rhodes fell into deep thought. On one side is the order of the Ice Queen Katarina, who must bring troops to the Erlengrad area by the 25th of this month. On one side is a huge army of beastmen, yes, if Lawrence is not mistaken, thousands of beastmen are enough to be considered a legion.

Morselieb hung high above his head, and it was the annual feast of the evil moon.

"Your Excellency?"

Virgil, the knight, asked with a melancholy expression, and everyone looked at their lord. Waiting for Rhodes' arrangement.

"Cancel the trip to Erlengrad, everyone is in the castle and ready to take on the beastmen!"

After a moment of thought, Rod announced loudly in front of everyone. In fact, there is nothing to hesitate about, there is no choice at all. If the troops do not stay, Blackhammer Fort is bound to fall. What kind of lord is a lord who has lost his castle?What kind of lord is a lord who can't even protect his own people?Who will want to defect to him in the future?In addition, the siege of Errengrad is not a matter of urgency, at least Rhodes knows that he is not the only local lord who responds to the call of the Ice Queen. Dozens of local lords of Kislev rushed to Erlengrad with their own troops, and there, not inferior to their own small army. It's just a matter of delay...... It must be delayed...... If Blackhammer Castle falls, with the virtues of the Ice Queen, she will never spare herself, and when the time comes, she will also throw the responsibility of losing the territory to herself...... Rhodes believed the queen would do it...... The reason why I fell into a moment of contemplation was just to think about the words to deal with. There needs to be a reason for procrastination......

"Roaring ......"

Just after Rhodes finished announcing his decision, the officers and soldiers of Blackhammer Fort in the hall let out an excited roar. Bogur, the butcher, stood on the table, picked up the barrel and smashed it. The coming darkness is also the coming killing feast, whether it is the dwarven butcher or this group of bloodthirsty Norsca warriors, they have not fought well for a long time.