Chapter 322: The Skylin Tribe

The priests of Gazul performed a prayer ceremony for the dead dwarves among the troops. Most of the bodies were buried on the spot, as it was not practical to transport such a large number of bodies.

Only the masters, elders and kings of high status could receive a more solemn funeral. After this war, the Northern Dwarves' heavy responsibility was to recover the king's remains and find his surviving heirs.

If it is impossible to find the royal son, then the royal bloodline of Crowroost City can only lead the dwarves to move forward.

The surviving Dwarves searched through the bodies of the Chaos Warriors, searching for any familiar faces among them.

The names of each Chaos Champion are spat out with hatred by the Dwarves, who have never forgotten the crimes committed against them by the minions of Chaos.

Perhaps the blood feud between the "Undying Realms" and the elves can be considered barely settled. The Phoenix Crown of the Elves is the debt that the elves paid back to the dwarves after that war.

The feud between the Norse Dwarves and the Chaos Horde has never been fully settled.

It turns out there are more than four dwarf fortresses in the north.

"If I'm not senile, you should be a lizard man, an ancient creature from the mysterious jungle in the south.

Nice to meet you, my friend. I only heard your stories from my grandfather. I thought you all disappeared, the war you knew. "

McKennak Reddenson walked down the Oath Stone, his long white beard trembling and he sniffed faintly.

He had never seen a Lizardman, but there were not many recorded cold-blooded species that were hostile to Chaos.

In ancient myths and legends, there used to be a miraculous tropical jungle on the Norscan glacier, in which sat an ancient holy city.

It disappeared overnight. Thousands of years ago, the dwarves could still find its ruins, but today, ice and snow have covered all traces of its glory.

The brilliant miracles of civilization eventually disappeared in the wind of chaos.

Fortunately for the old dwarf, the other party was able to communicate and he could understand Khazarid language.

“The war is still going on.”

The strange accent of the dwarven language made McKennak burst into laughter.

"right!"

The thunderous breath dispelled the post-war sadness. The dwarves laughed in response, and some even slapped their shields vigorously, venting some unknown emotions.

The Dwarves of the Norse Mountains have never been far away from Chaos, and during the years when they lost contact, the Dwarves in the outside world believed that they had fallen into darkness.

“You helped us, my friend, and if you need help, just find a Norse dwarf and we will help you.

Maybe you are strong enough, but there are always some areas that you cannot take care of. This is the value of friends.

Fine weapons, fine armor, rune amulets, our rune blacksmiths can satisfy you. Maybe you don't need dwarven weapons. "McKennek looked at the glowing scepter with admiration. Even though he was experienced, he had never seen such a weapon.

Even the best masters can't create it!

Compared to the unknown craftsman who forged the weapon, the dwarf's master who reached the pinnacle of forging was like an ignorant apprentice.

This is definitely not a weapon that a mortal should have.

The raging winds and huge waves of the Claw Sea cut through the sailboats passing through in the heavy rain, and the razor-cold wind stung the face of every warrior. No matter if they were Bretonnians or Imperials, they were as small as ants in the face of this unnatural force.

The empire's largest warships can even carry castles, but compared to the vast Claw Sea, they are just a drop in the ocean.

The navies of Westerland, Nordland and Ostland were all in this fleet, and even other river provinces had loaned out their "battleships".

Otherwise, it would not be able to accommodate Bretonnia's massive expedition.

A knight does not just mean one person and one horse, they all come with a dozen attendants.

The only thing that made the Imperials relax was that the Bretonnian knights did not bring several spare war horses to war like the knights of other countries.

Because one elven warhorse is enough for any job.

At least they were not that panicked on the boat, and were even calmer than their owners.

Perhaps the crew should not laugh at the knights of neighboring countries. Only the most experienced sailors dare to try to conquer the Claw Sea. Captains without several years of sailing experience only dare to sail near the coast.

The Claw Sea is more changeable than the street prostitutes in Marienburg. At least money can buy their smiles, but nothing can calm the Claw Sea from its ever-changing situation.

Fortunately, this fleet does not need to go too deep into the ocean. By evening, they will have the opportunity to resupply at the northwest entrance of the Laurent Forest - the storm zone of the Elf Kingdom.

Although the elves always have a sour face, their ports are indeed safe. Ordinary Norse raiders will not invade the Laurentlauren Forest, and large-scale Chaos invasions are not too common.

Who would be so lucky to encounter a once-in-a-century event? Of course, the elf leader of the Storm Zone, "Storm Witch" Kaya Van Maris, would definitely not allow the human army to land.

All we can do is to inconvenience the Bretonnian gentlemen and make them endure another week of long nights of bumpy sea travel.

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Once they reach Nordland, they can rest in the area designated for them by the Elector.

At night, the longships sailed forward against the storm. The bad weather seemed like a test from the dark gods to the Skellins, cruel and deadly.

But it's no big deal, every Norscan is used to extreme weather.

The weak who drown do not deserve to survive, and the warrior who dies in the cold cannot be considered a warrior.

A Skelling who does not cut off the body parts of his enemies to make accessories is disqualified.

Warriors with tattoos of flaming dragons paddled their oars with all their might, and sang discordant songs in response to each other in the fierce wind and waves.

The hoarse voice of darkness caused the sea monsters that were causing trouble to sink to the bottom of the sea. No one dared to trouble an army of plunderers.

The bloody boat song floated in the wind and waves, and the boat drums accompanied death with their exciting vibrations.

"A ship filled with blood is passing by. From the ice and snow to the warm plains, every harbor is a new starting point. Killing! Death!

Away from the fjords and the cold snow,

The dog is howling! War! War! War!

Battle axe and shield! Blood sacrifice to the blood god! "

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

The wild boat songs tore through the tranquility of the night. Elves and humans, merchants from all countries were awakened from their sleep by a chill that rushed straight to their heads.

The beautiful dream turned into a nightmare of death and destruction. The hellish reality made the courageless tremble and made the brave put on armor and pick up swords.

The Imperial fleet was the first to spot the enemy, and the storm obscured their tracks, allowing them to easily approach the Imperial warships.

What followed was a brutal boarding battle, as the Norse longships were too close to the warships.

(End of this chapter)