Victory in the forty-sixth quarter

"Bastard!" the gray cloak cursed and jumped. He ripped off the useless control instrument and threw it aside. "Kill you!" I must ......"

Then he realized that Worchel was looking at him with a surprised gaze. Realizing his gaffe, he immediately shut his mouth and took a few seconds to adjust his emotions.

"How's it going?" he asked Wocher. While he wholeheartedly controls the white-handed boss, Warcher is in charge of observing the overall situation.

"It's over. Waucher simply said two words, but those two words already included all the information.

In fact, there was no need for Worcher to answer, he himself understood what the outcome of this battle would be. The dwarves took advantage of the fact that the greenskins were exhausted and had no fighting spirit (in addition to the boss hanging up) to launch an offensive and boldly encircle the enemy in one fell swoop.

"Aren't you in charge of surveillance? Why didn't you find out that the Scarlet Duke was using dark magic......" A wave of anger suddenly rushed over the head of the gray cloak, and he yelled at his companion.

"Please, that's what you asked. Worchel unceremoniously interrupted. "You made me pay close attention to the situation in the dwarven camp. So I focused all my satellite eyes on the camp. ”

The two men stood stiffly, like two big dogs that were not ready to show their teeth.

"Well, it's my fault...... I underestimated the Scarlet Duke. The gray cloak backed down, "He is a hundred times more cunning than I expected. I really didn't expect him to play this trick...... I think he had this intention back when he buried the corpses of the orcs he had killed. ”

"His previous tactics of blowing up cliffs and burying the enemy allowed him to amass a large number of intact corpses. Warcher agreed. "Defeating the Iron Boss with the ogre before also increased his capital a lot. But if you hadn't set up your troops that way, it would have been much better. ”

"I'm there to prepare for the night raid on the dwarven troops...... And not an army of zombies. The gray cloak replied dejectedly. In any case, he failed, and it was the kind of complete failure that there was no reason to defend against. He wanted to prove the incompetence of the Scarlet Duke, but proved the opposite.

"It doesn't matter, our real killer move isn't here anyway. Waucher reassured. "The greenskins are just a backup for us, aren't they?"

"That's right. Although the gray cloak said this, the atrophy in his expression was so obvious that Walchel had to show a little sympathy.

"And, next, our Scarlet Duke is probably going to face a big problem. Warcher reminded. "It's hard to hide the Greenskin Zombie, how on earth is he going to explain this situation to his subordinates? If he doesn't get it right, his identity will be revealed...... Of course, this is honestly unlikely. ”

After saying this, he noticed that his companion was already sitting in a chair with a dejected ass. The euphoria with which he had maintained his gray cloak was now gone, and he looked exhausted and sluggish. It is a phenomenon that occurs when both the mind and the body are severely damaged.

"The Scarlet Duke will definitely clean up the mess before going to the ruins. Now we have a lot of time to spare......" he tried to suggest. "You go get treated. As soon as the Scarlet Duke makes a move, I'll let you out as soon as possible. ”

"No!" replied the gray cloak stubbornly.

......

On the battlefield after the war, at this time, there were dead corpses and bloody. The greenskinned corpse was covered with layers on the ground, so much so that even sorting out and burying it became a problem. But so many corpses could not be left alone, so Ashrufat simply ordered them to be burned. "Here, here too, pour enough grease. He ordered.

"Master," a soldier reported to him an unexpected message. "There's not enough fuel. ”

"Replace it with ale. Ashrufat replied. Hearing this order, the soldier's expression was more ugly than crying.

"From today onwards, we will all switch to beer!" stresses Ashrufat. This order of his caused a lot of laughter from the engineers and a grunt of dissatisfaction from some of the infantrymen.

"Master. "An officer came from behind and took Ashrufatra aside. "We found something very strange...... A lot of green skins seem to ...... It's been dead for a long time. Their bodies were all decomposed. ”

"It must be some kind of greenskinned magic. Ashrufat replied without blinking. "When they are in infighting, they always resort to all kinds of tricks. Either way, there's nothing wrong with burning them. ”

The pouring of fuel was done in the evening. As the flames lit up the night sky, the dwarves all around them let out a cry of victory.

Ashruphat stood in a suitable position, calmly watching as the flames of the burning green-skinned corpse stained the surroundings a dark red. It's finally over!, for some reason, as the thought came to mind, he exhaled hard.

"We won! In her mind, Carrie also said in a happy voice.

"You can go back. Ashruphat said to himself in a voice that he could only hear. He didn't know exactly what it felt to make him feel like this, but he knew it wasn't a comfortable feeling. The feeling didn't come from the dwarves—unlike when he was in the Nezumi Underworld, but from the depths of his heart, a disgust, but not for others.

"Well, although it is said that the war is over, as the saying goes, 'acting must be done'. Carrie reminded in her mind. "It's a little early. ”

Ashrufat stared at the sky-high flames burning with green-skinned corpses in front of him, and was silent.

For the next period of time, there was little fighting. The dwarves searched the surrounding area for the fleeing greenskins, and managed to kill more than a hundred of the greenskins who had not had time to escape. After doing this, they marched all the way to an "armed march" throughout the peninsula. None of the greenskins jumped out against the dwarven legions, as the remaining greenskins were too few and scattered to pose a threat to the dwarven army. The battles that took place during this time were completely lackluster, neither difficult nor troublesome. In almost every battle, the dwarves took the initiative to attack, and each time they easily defeated the greenskins with superior forces and firepower.

......

When Nicks pushed open the door to the tavern, it was already full. Thankfully, as an old friend and regular customer, the tavern owner, Karenf, always left him a chair at his counter.

"A glass of mountain ale?" Karenfu asked, looking at his old friend as he sat down.

"Two glasses. Nix replied. "I have to do something, too. ”

What he meant by "doing something" now has a special meaning. Members of the Society of Engineers had been trying to spread the word that "drink an extra glass of wine and contribute to the recovery of the peninsula". This is because the war is a bottomless pit of gold, and now the main income of the Society of Engineers is the sale of alcohol - the business of the great foundry Eshurufat, but for this war, he contributed this river of gold to the Society of Engineers to obtain enough funds for the war.

The slogan was immediately embraced by the dwarves, and it was never difficult for the dwarves to have an extra drink, especially when it was associated with something so great and honorable.

Speaking of which, thanks to the large purchases of the Society of Engineers, the price of black powder has now doubled in the city of Karaz-Karak, as well as raw materials. This shows how fierce the battle on the front line is.

"Cheers to the brave Master Eshurufat!" a cheerful shout from one of the drinkers was echoed by the entire tavern. The wine in the bottle quickly filled the glass, and the wine in the glass was quickly poured into the throat. Everyone seemed beaming, full of light, and talking and laughing.

"Business has been good lately. Nicks asked, sipping his own wine.

"The peak hasn't come yet. Karenfu replied disapprovingly. Rumors of war in the Western Peninsula have long been spread throughout Karaz-Karak, and have become the hottest topic in the city right now. The Dwarven Avengers' victory over the Greenskins has swept away the Greenskins of the Peninsula - the news is unmistakable. Never before has the news been so uplifting that the whole city has been plunged into a sea of joy.

"The highest peak?" Nicks asked, skeptically. "What do you mean?"

"You've been drinking and leaving these days, haven't you?" said Karenfu.

"That's right, I have a duty mission...... What's going on?"

"So you're missing the peak of my business. Karenf gestured to the corner of the counter, where four large wine barrels were placed. "See, this is what I'm going to sell today—for today's share. ”

"So many?" is an astonishing weight. Besides, what Karenv owns, after all, is just a tavern. It's amazing how much wine can be sold in a single day in a tavern. "How did you sell it?"

"You'll find out later. But the old friend started a dumb riddle. "Are you still on duty today?"

"No, not going. I've been given the task of going out on a long trip, and I'm going to pack up for the next two days...... In the name of the High King, I will travel to many places to proclaim to the kings and lords the great victory of the reconquest of the Western Peninsula. ”

"That's fine, wait patiently. Karenfu smiled mysteriously. While Nix was still baffled, he heard a loud knock on the door, and a group of young dwarves rushed in, surrounded by an old dwarf with a long beard.

The old dwarf, with a white bandage on his leg and a cane in one hand, walked with a limp, but his face was not at all like a wounded man, but proud like a king.

"Mante 61 Bergman?" the Knicks recognized. This is because they are colleagues – together they serve the High King. Although it's not a very close friend, it's a nodding friend anyway. "He's not ......"

The young men crowded around Mante 61 Bergman to a table, and the original drinkers at the table took the initiative to stand up and give up their seats, and stood aside. Someone brought Mante a large glass of ale. Undoubtedly, the injury did not affect the old dwarf's alcohol addiction and appetite at all, and Mante 61 Bergman quickly poured the glass of wine down his throat. And the people around him, especially the young men, looked at him with reverence.

"Wounded soldiers withdrawn from the peninsula. Karenfu explained. "He was attacked by Greenskin in the final battle, and was sent back with a serious wound in the leg. Now he comes to my tavern every day to tell stories about the war. ”