Chapter 322 Skylin Department

The priests of Gazul performed prayer rituals for the dead dwarves among the troops. Most of the corpses were buried on the spot. It was not practical to transport a huge number of corpses.

Only masters, elders and kings with high status can receive more solemn burials. After this war, the important responsibility of the northern dwarves is to recover the king's body and find the king's surviving heirs.

If it is really impossible to find the royal son, then the royal bloodline of Crow City can only lead the dwarves to continue their journey.

The living dwarves rummaged through the corpses of the Chaos Warriors, looking for familiar faces among them.

The names of the champions of Chaos were spat out in disgust by the dwarves, who never forgot the crimes committed against them by the minions of Chaos.

Perhaps the blood feud between the "Immortal Kingdom" and the elves can be barely settled. The elves' Phoenix Crown was the debt the elves repaid to the dwarves after that war.

The hatred between the Norse Dwarves and the Chaos Horde has never been completely settled.

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

"If I haven't become confused yet, you should be the Lizard Man, an ancient creature from the mysterious jungle in the south.

Nice to meet you! Friends, I only heard my grandfather tell your story. I thought you had all disappeared, and you didn’t know about the war. "

Mackeneck Rydenson walked off the Oath Stone, his long white beard trembling, and he sniffed vaguely.

He has never seen a lizardman, but there are not many recorded cold-blooded species that are hostile to Chaos.

In ancient myths and legends, there was originally a miraculous tropical jungle on the Norsca Icefield, in which was located an ancient holy city.

It disappeared overnight. Dwarves thousands of years ago can still find its ruins. Today, ice and snow have covered up all traces of its glory.

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

Fortunately for the old dwarf, the other party could communicate and he understood Khazalid.

"The war continues."

The strange dwarf accent made McKennak burst into laughter.

"right!"

The thunderous and strong breath dispersed the sadness after the war, and each dwarf laughed in response, and some even slapped their shields vigorously, venting some unknown emotions.

The dwarves of the Norsca Mountains have never been far away from Chaos. During the years when they lost contact, the dwarves outside thought that they had fallen into darkness.

"You helped us, friend. 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 into account. This is the value of friends.

Fine weapons, fine armor, rune amulets, our runesmith can satisfy you. Maybe you don't need dwarven weapons. "McKaineck looked at the glowing scepter in amazement. Even with his rich experience, he had never seen such a weapon.

Even the top masters cannot build it!

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

This is definitely not a weapon that mortals should have.

The strong winds and huge waves of the Sea of ​​Claws sliced ​​the sailing ships passing by in the heavy rain, and the blade-like cold wind pierced the faces of every warrior. Whether they were Bretonnians or Imperials, they were as small as ants in front of this unnatural power. .

The largest warships in the Empire can even carry castles, but they are just a drop in the ocean compared to the vast Sea of ​​Claws.

The navies of the Westland, Nordland and Osterland are all in this fleet, and even other provinces near the river have lent "battleships".

Otherwise, there would be no way to pretend to be the mighty expedition team of Batonnia.

A knight does not mean one person and one horse. They are accompanied by dozens of attendants.

The only thing that makes the Imperial people relax is that the Bretonnian knights do not have to bring several spare horses with them to fight like the knights of other countries.

Because an elf war horse is enough for any job.

At least they were less panicked on the boat and 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 Sea of ​​Claws. Captains without several years of sailing experience only dare to sail offshore.

The Claw Sea is more changeable than the women on the streets of Marienburg. At least money can buy them smiles, but there is nothing that can calm the Claw Sea from the ever-changing situation.

Fortunately, this fleet does not need to go too far into the ocean. In the evening, they will have the opportunity to go to the northwest estuary of Lauren Loren Forest - the storm zone of the Elf Kingdom for supplies.

Although the elves always have a bad face, their ports are indeed safe. Normal Norscan raiders will not invade Lauren Loren 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 Chief of the Storm Zone, "Storm Witch" Kaya Fanmaris, would definitely not allow the human army to land.

We can only continue to aggrieve the gentlemen of Bretonnia and let them endure another week of bumpy nights on the sea.

It would be nice to wait until they reach Nordland. They can rest in the area designated for them by the elector.

At night, longships moved forward in the violent storm. The bad weather seemed like a test from the dark gods to the Skellings, cruel and deadly.

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

The weak who drowned do not deserve to survive, and the warrior who dies in the cold is not a warrior.

Skellings who do not cut off body parts of their enemies to use as accessories are disqualified.

One by one, warriors with tattoos of flaming dragons waved their oars vigorously, echoing each other with tuneless songs in the fierce wind and waves.

The rough sound of darkness caused the troublemaking sea monster to sink to the bottom of the sea. No one dared to find trouble with an army of predators without a good eye.

The bloody boat song floats in the wind and waves, and the boat drum accompanies death with agitated vibrations.

"The boat full of blood is passing by,

From the ice and snow to the warm plains,

Every harbor is a new starting point,

Kill! die!

Away from the fjords and icy snowflakes,

The divine dog is roaring!

war! war! war!

Battle ax and shield!

Blood sacrifice to the blood god! "

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

The wild barcarolle tore through the tranquility of the night. No matter whether they were elves or humans, no matter which country they were merchants, they were all awakened from their sleep by a chill that reached into the sky.

Dreams turned into nightmares of death and destruction. The hellish reality made the brave tremble and made the brave put on armor and pick up swords.

The Imperial fleet was the first to observe the enemy, and the storm obscured the enemy's tracks, allowing them to easily approach the Imperial warships.

What followed was a brutal boarding battle, with the Norscan longships too close to the warships.