Chapter 3 Chapter One Alliance

He wears a full body armor as hard as his skin.None of the connected black metal pieces are flat, without any decorations; the streamlined design and cascading connections allow it to reduce the power of the attack.A pair of curved spikes protruded from the armor's arms, each joint protected by a sharp triangular thorn.The armor could be used as a weapon in its own right, but Obard Arrows was most fond of carrying his greatsword, a magnificent weapon that could burst into flames at his will. Yes, this strong and cunning orc has a special fondness for fire, for flames that can devour everything at will.On his head was a black iron crown set with four bright magic rubies, each capable of sending a great ball of fire.

He is a living weapon, brave and strong.Don't punch this guy, you'll do more damage than being hit by him.While many of Obard's opponents stood there, hesitating how to attack the orc king, he had slain them.Besides, the most powerful weapon of all Obard is his brain.He knows how to find his opponent's weaknesses, how to structure a fight, and most importantly, he knows how to motivate his fighters. Therefore, when he walked into the "Yaobai" cave dug out of the rock and ice by the mighty frost giant Getty Orelsdot and her tribe, unlike his tribe, he raised his head and looked straight at looking at her.He came as a possible collaborator, not as a fighter.

Under his leadership, Obard's entourage, including his promising son.Argon Three Fist (he wears a mountain-backed helmet that can be swung out as a headbutt in combat, like a third fist), walking in proudly and confidently, though many blue The frost giant guards of the skin surpassed them several times in height and weight. Even Obard's indomitable nature suffered a little blow when the frost giant guards led them through a huge iron gate and into a hall of ice.Against the wall to the right of the door, a giantess stands in front of a throne covered in blue ice and decorated with black stone and blue fabric.She is the heir to the Chief of Giants, leader of the tribe of frost giants at the Spine of the World.

Getty was almost handsome by any racial standard.Standing over twelve feet tall, she has a shapely and muscular blue body.His eyes were black and blue, sharp enough to cut through ice, and his long fingers were graceful and deft, strong enough to crush rocks.She had long blond hair as long as Obard was tall, and wore a silver wolfskin cloak fastened by a large jeweled ring that would make a belt for a grown elf; Wearing a large collar adorned with fangs.Gerty's bodice was clad in a tight brown leather jacket that framed her full breasts; a piece of material was missing at the waist, revealing a muscular midriff; the sides were slit high to allow her long legs on her feet were high boots of silver wolfskin.There must be a lot of history behind this incredible set of equipment.Wearing these, the giantess can move across rocky mountains faster than any creature other than a bird.

"Nice meeting, Gerty," said Obard, approaching the impeccable-looking frost giant. He bent down, and the heavy armor on his body creaked. "What do you want to say to Lady Orelsdot?" the giantess responded casually, her voice clear and powerful, echoing in the hall made of ice and rock. "Lady Orelsdot," said Obard, bending even lower. "You must have heard about our successful raid, have you not?" "You killed some dwarves," Gerty snickered, and the guard beside her laughed too. "I bring you a trophy of this victory, which is very meaningful."

"Does it really make sense?" Gerty sarcastically said. "The significance is not how many enemies have been killed, but that this is our first victory after joining you." Obard quickly explained. Gerty frowned and looked slightly displeased when he spoke of joining the Giants, much to Obard's surprise and dismay. "The tactics employed this time were very good," continued Obard boldly.He turned back to motion for Argen, the orc who was taller than his father, but with less developed limbs, took a step forward, pulled out a huge bag from behind, and dumped something horrible on the floor.

The heads of five dwarves were poured out, including those of the brothers Sturkum and Bocum, and Duggan Macnucleus. Gerty scowled and turned away. "I don't think these can be called gifts," she said. "Symbol of victory," Obard replied, looking a little off-balance for the first time in the meeting. “I have no interest in hanging the heads of these lowly races as trophies on my wall,” Getty emphasized. "I like beautiful things, and dwarves are not eligible to be trophies." Obard stared at her for a moment, realizing that Gerty's last reference included orcs.He didn't show any thoughts just now, and motioned his son to pick up all the heads and put them back in the bag.

"Bring me the headband of Emerys Warcrown in Hold of Many Arrows," Getty said. "That would be a very valuable trophy to keep." Hearing this, Obard immediately narrowed his eyes.Gerty was playing him.King Obard the Arrows used to rule Fairbar Fortress until Ameris Warcrown returned to drive Obard and his people out a few years ago.It was a bitter blunder for Obard, what he considers the biggest mistake of his life, as he and his tribe were fighting other orc tribes, the Crown easily recaptured the Arrows fortress. Oberd really wanted to take Felba Fortress back, but the strength of the dwarves there had grown quite rapidly in the past few years. There were nearly 7,000 dwarves there, and the fortifications had also been strengthened a lot.

The orc king tried to hold back his anger so that Gerty could not see that her sharp words had stung him. "Or bring me the head of the king of Mithril Hall," Gerty continued, "whether it's Gundaron Warhammer, or, as it is said now, the Beast Bruenor who is king again, or the one from Mirabar. Marquis; his puffy, red-bearded head would be a good prize! You'll bring me the consul of Mirabare, too. Isn't she a pretty little girl?" The giantess paused as she spoke, looking at the jubilant guards around her, a wicked toothy grin on her characteristic face. "Do you wish to deliver a suitable prize to Lady Orelsdot?" she asked slyly. "Then bring me the beautiful head of Lady Alustriel of Silvermoon. That's right, Obard."

"King Oberd," the proud orc corrected, which silenced the frost giant guards and caused commotion among Oberd's burly entourage. Gerty gave him a hard look and nodded in agreement. They continued joking about trying to kill those people, but they all knew it was absurd to achieve those goals.Lady Alustriel of Silvermoon was a target beyond their abilities.Although they have many potential enemies, neither she nor her magical city can destroy them.Silvermoon City is the jewel of the region.Getty Orelsdot and Obard Arrows both coveted the gem. "I'm planning the next attack." Obird paused for a moment, speaking again very slowly in a strange language so that his meaning might be well understood.

"What is the specific goal?" Obard shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "Nothing in particular, a caravan or a town. It will depend on how many troops we have." He finished with a sly smile. "A small army of giants is worth a thousand orcs," replied Gerty, implying that she knew exactly what Obard expected. The cunning orc didn't refute her boast, he was well aware of her haughty attitude, but at this moment he didn't care. Because of his own interests, he just needed to use diplomacy to get the frost giant to support him and his soldiers. "My warriors do enjoy throwing boulders at the dwarves," Gerty admitted, and the giant who stood by the throne and had participated in the attack nodded and smiled, not without approval. "Very well, King Obard, I will give you four giants for the next battle. Send your emissaries when you need them." Obard immediately bowed his head, hiding the bright smile on his face, not wanting Gerty to know how important what she gave was to him and to his actions.He straightened up again, then stepped on his right foot, motioning for several orc followers to leave behind him. "They are your pawns," Donia Sodow said to Getty after Obard and his party left. She is a female dark elf who moves easily among the frost giants in a head-to-toe dress of dark gray and black. Although every time she appeared, the frost giant showed a threatening expression.Donya strode forward with the confidence of a dark elf, cunning enough to know that getting Gerty to lead an army to completely destroy any living creature on the Spine of the World that opposed her would require instilling knowledge and information in her.Dark elves often do this kind of thing, and they are happy to do it. Of course, Donya has no ability to complete this mission alone.She is a rogue, part of a team of four.So when she took off the hood of her veiled cloak and entered the cave, swinging her thick white hair, she covered half of her face, including her right eye, with her long hair with a very confident expression. Of course, Getty didn't know any of this. "They're orcs," said Gerty contemptuously. "They're pawns anyone could use. It's hard to resist the urge to run Obard into a rock, they're so ugly, so stupid, we Will gladly crush him." "Obord's plan can make you stronger," said Donya. "He has many minions, enough to cause disaster among the dwarves and humans in this area, although it cannot overwhelm the mercenary armies of the big cities. Like Silvermoon City." "He wants to retake Felbar, and wants to rename it the Keep of Many Arrows. Can you trust him to take such a prosperous keep without drawing Alustriel's wrath?" "Did Silvermoon City intervene when Oberd's clansman looted Felba last time?" Donia giggled. "In Silvermoon, the lady and her advisors have enough to worry about, and Felba will be isolated in the end. Maybe Mithril Hall or Fort Adbar will send reinforcements, but if we There will be chaos in the mountain regions and the outer fringes of the Trolllands, and reinforcements will not arrive." "I wish to fight the dwarves in their narrow tunnels," declared the frost giant. "That's the benefit of having Obard and a thousand orcs." "The dwarves will slaughter them." Donya smiled and shrugged that that didn't worry her. Gerty nodded in agreement with her in response. Donya suppressed her smile and thought quietly, she and her accomplice stumbled upon the current situation at the right time.Old Greyhand, leader of the Orel tribe of the frost giants, was dying by all indications, and his daughter was eager to take his place.To her and her people, Gertie was very arrogant.She believes that the frost giants are the most prominent race in Faerûn and should be dominant.Her pride and racial prejudice surpassed even those of Donya's matrons in her hometown of Ched Nassar. That made Gerty an easy bait. "What's wrong with the gray hands?" Donya asked, wanting to arouse Getty's ambition. "He can't speak, he can't show any feelings. He's ruler in name, but his time is over." "But you are ready to be the chief," Donia assured the confident Getty, "you, Lady Gerty Orelsdot, take your clan to the summit of honor, and let all who dare to oppose you People feel sad." Hearing this, Gertie sat down on her carved throne and rested back, her chin raised haughtily in a pose of great pride. Donya smiled, celebrating her success. "I hate those damned giants as much as I hate those damned dwarves," cried Argen, when he came out of Gerty's cave, "and I'd spit in Gerty's face if I was tall enough. " "You should watch your words," rebuked Obard, "didn't they giants help you when you attacked the dwarves—you don't like their boulders? Do you think you could easily Into the dwarf's castle?" "But why are we fighting the damned dwarves?" asked the other orc, a little defiantly. Obird turned and punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground.He had heard enough of this stubborn talk. "Okay, let's see how many giants will help us," Argen said subduedly, "let's take all the giants in the next raid and bulldoze all the buildings on the ground of Mirabar." The other orcs agreed with the idea with a thumbs up and eager nods. "Need I remind you of the chosen thing?" A voice came from the side, quite different from the orc's grunt, very melodious, though rarely accentuated.The orcs turned around and saw Adnon Kryser coming out of the shadows. Since he was well hidden before, many orcs had to look carefully to find this drow. "Nice to meet you, Stalker," said Obird. Adnon bowed to him, took a step forward, and accepted the compliment. "We've seen Mrs. Gerty," began Obird. "I already know that," Drow said, and before Obard was ready to describe it in detail, Adnon added, "I've learned all about it." The orc king chuckled, "You've been here, Stalker. You can go anywhere you want, can't you?" "Anywhere and anytime." Drow replied confidently. He was once the best scout in Ched Nassar, a rogue, and an assassin with a great reputation.Of course, out of self-importance, he took a very ill-fated mission to assassinate a powerful priestess, which he failed.This failure forced him to temporarily escape from the city of Ched Nassar and embark on the road leading outside the Underdark. For the past twenty years, he has been working with his partner in Ched Nassar, fellow assassin Donya Sodow, priestess Kellich Suen Waite, and a newcomer A clever fellow named Toth-an Amugo, together. They got lost during the Raid of Mithril Hall by Menzoberranzan, only to find that there was more fun and play and more freedom on the surface than in their respective cities. In Ched Nassar and Menzoberranzan, these four guys were hired as pawns of greater powers, except for Korlic, who was very powerful among the priestesses of the Spider Goddess before her doom came one of.Among the few drow races to rise to the ground, these four move with impunity, the harbinger of mighty drow armies ready to sweep and destroy all foes.Even the pompous Obard and Gerty Orelsdot would be uneasy at the slightest hint that the Great War was coming. "So we should go a little further," Argen objected to this drow's opinion, "You are not the one who makes the decision, Stalker, Obard is the one who makes the decision. "And Gerty," Drow reminded. "Bah! We can easily fool the old hag!" Argon said loudly, and the other orcs nodded and murmured in agreement. "Fooling her will end your father and her plans," Drow said calmly, ending the heated conversation.Adnon looked at Obard and continued: "A small attack alone is for a larger battle. You ask my opinion? I will not waver at this time-use small-scale limited attacks, a little Bring them out." "That could take years!" Argon interrupted. Adnon nodded, acknowledging it. "This kind of small-scale attack happens so often in this area that people think it's normal in this area," he said. He explained, as he often did in the old days, "A caravan is attacked and a town is sacked, but they will not understand the significance of the events and will not panic. You can plunder some dwarven riches, but if the spear stabs Too deep, beyond their normal limits, and all will unite against us." He stared at Obard, and continued, "You will awaken the beast. Think, an alliance of three dwarven strongholds, who supply each other with goods, weapons, and their armies supporting each other through their tunnels. Think of you retaking the In the battle of the Fortress of Many Arrows, you will face thousands of well-equipped dwarves supported by Fort Adaba, and an army equipped with the best metal from Mithril Hall. Why do you do that? Mithril Hall is one of the three fortresses. Weakest, yet they repelled Menzoberranzan's attack." He emphasized the last word, a name that anyone would fear—Mzoberranzan—a name that would make those who belonged there proud, and hordes of orcs tremble. "In addition to all of the above, we must be careful not to anger Silvermoon City, wise Obard, whose lord is a friend of Mithril Hall," Drow continued, "and we must not let Mirabar Form an alliance with Mithril Hall." "Bah! Mirabar hates them newcomers." "True, but they have no fear of these new dwarves except in economic competition," Adnon explained. "They fear you and Getty for their own safety, and such fear will create an alliance we do not expect." .” "Like an alliance between me and Gerty?" Adnon considered it, then shook his head. "No, you and Gerty both understand that you two are allied to be closer to a common goal; of course, you are not out of fear." "Not at all!" "Of course you are not. Then play the game as we have discussed it, as I have planned with you, my friend Obird." He moved closer to Oberd and said in a low voice. "Tell them why the orcs are superior to other races, why you should gather together and form a mighty alliance to take back your own stronghold." Obard straightened, nodded, and turned to his people to repeat to them the words Adnon had taught him months before. "Be patient……" "I won't bother to ask what happened to your bet on Obard," said Priestess Collicle Sune Waite. At this time, Adnon had returned to their comfortable and luxurious residence in the deep tunnel under the southernmost branch of the Spine of the World, not far from the "Yaobai" cave, but deeper underground. Kerri is the most visible member of their gang.Compared with ordinary dark elves, she appears to be tall and strong, with broad shoulders.Almost a century ago, when she was a young priestess, she lost her right eye in a battle.Stubborn Kerri would rather replace her right eye with the black compound eye of a large spider than use magic to restore her original eye.She claims that the compound eyes are multifunctional, allowing her to see things that others cannot, but all three of her companions know the truth.There could be no better proof than the many times when Adnon and Donya sneaked up to the right of Corrico without her noticing. Still, the two Assassins admired Kellico's tricks, and their new recruit.The four have been together for days.After all, the teachings of the Spider Goddess had a deep influence on the dark elves from Menzoberranzan.After a long period of observation and testing, Adnon agreed to allow Toss-an Amugo to participate in this plan-after the three long-acquainted companions thought they knew Toss-an and agreed that he should be a person who could be time to trust the guy. Adnon shrugged and responded to Korliconen's remarks, telling his three accomplices that things were going as they expected.True, Obard was more cunning than his people, but by drow's standards he fell short. "Let Gerty take matters into his own hands," interjected Donya, "who believes she is the natural ruler of the Spine of the World, and will follow whatever leads her to her goal." "She might be right," interjected Toss-Ann, "Gerty Orelsdot is a smart fellow, compared with Obard's gang, and those excitable trolls, With Getty's plan, we can cause enough chaos." "No matter what happens, we will benefit both materially and spiritually." Donia grinned with her three friends. "That would be a great surprise, I have always wanted to go back to Menzoberranzan," said Toth-an Amugog, and the others laughed. When the laughter stopped, Tania and Adnon looked at each other intently.The lovers have been separated for a few days, and the two of them agree that conquest, chaos and profit are very exciting and interesting things. They ran out of the conference room knowingly and went to their private rooms. As they left, Kerri cried out and shook her head.She had always been practical about such needs, never allowing it to overwhelm her and intensify to the point of being overwhelmed, as the two assassins often did. "They will die in each other's arms," ​​she said to Toth-Ann, "together and forget the danger." "There's no worse way, I guess," replied the son of the Barrison D'Angol family, and Corrique laughed again. These two guys are also temporary lovers, but only temporarily, not forever.Ke Erli has no interest in being a couple, in fact, she prefers a slave, or a plaything. "We should expand our raids into the Moon Forest," she said lewdly, "and maybe get Obard to help us capture a pair of young moon elves. "A couple?" Toth-Ann said skeptically. "A few would be more interesting." Kerri laughed again. Toth-Ann leaned back on the floppy fur sofa he was sitting on, confused again, wondering how he could get back to that dangerously unpleasant place of constant killing.As a male, he will inevitably walk the dark path of Menzoberranzan.