Chapter 34 Chapter Twenty-Nine

They guarded the two wings of the convoy, while the rest struggled to drag the largest one—the Disintegration of the Orc Idol—in which lay the wounded, Bruenor Warhammer King among them.The driver was Regis, too badly injured to do anything else.And Pike • Stone Shoulder, 'Gourd Doctor' is using magic berries and tubers to heal Bruno's wounds. "He'll make it through." Ivan reassured Wulfgar and Tred as they ran with the carriage, "My brother's tricks are very good and powerful." Wulfgar accepted the words with a heavy nod, for Catti-brie had told him not so long ago that Bruenor had slept better.

"That's not what worries me," said Qued. "There are orc footprints all around us. If they come out at this time..." "They won't be with their giant friends, those fellows are on the other side of the Rift," Wulfgar argued. "That's right," Qued agreed, but he was still sullen, "I think we will fight more intense battles with more orcs, even if all the dwarves in Mithril Hall are present, because the orcs People will not be bluffed a second time against the entire army of Mithril Hall dwarves!" Wulfgar found the reasoning unassailable.

He had seen the military strength of the orcs. Even though the orcs ran and died in the battle of Shallow Water Town, they still had a great numerical advantage.Even if they had started running a day earlier, they knew that the only hope was that the orcs were too scattered to regroup in time to catch up with them before they reached Mithril Hall; Before the troops, they had to distance themselves. Still, every indication is that their hopes are unrealistic.All through the night—and the dwarves kept walking on pike's magic berries—the wargs howled, and came from every direction.Early the next day, they saw dust kicking up from the north, not far behind.Everyone understood that they were about to be overtaken.

In the morning, Panter had raised a possible scenario.Zhankuang pointed out that the Warg Riders would outflank the dwarves in front of them, trying to prevent them from escaping and give the main pursuers time to overwhelm them.The dwarves decided that if the enemy formed a siege, they would duck their heads and carve a way out. Wulfgar could only pray that things didn't get to that point.Their numbers were only enough to take turns pulling the wounded wagons, and Panter and his men were stretched to the limit.Pike's berries are indeed powerful, but that does not provide supernatural power, it only allows the body to develop to its full potential.After going through the fierce battle to the north and the desperate run southward, Wulfgar could clearly see that these reinforcements would not be able to hold out anymore.To make matters worse, the survivors in Shallow Water Town - including himself - were seriously injured.

The next battle would end their lives, at least, and kill Wulfgar's every hope of bringing his beloved father back to Mithril Hall alive. In the afternoon, as it turned out, the savages came to the wagon where Catti-brie, Regis, and Bruenor were in, as the scouts reported the approaching smoke to the west. "They'll come and end this," Catti-brie said to the cloud of smoke. Her optimism was stripped away by the most pessimistic demeanor Wulfgar had ever seen, and it flabbergasted him; Regis was flabbergasted too. "We'll fight them, and we'll fight them off!" said Regis. "If caught, I'll fight them too!"

"Yes," Wulfgar agreed, "I will not let the Fang of Aegis fall into the hands of the orcs. Even if it means killing all the orcs in the North, I will do my best. I will make sure Bruenor returns to Mithril Hall, where he will regain his dignity and take the throne that is rightfully his." This remark gave new strength to Regis and Catti-brie, who watched Wulfgar grin with admiration, and even laughed when Pike uttered an enthusiastic "Ouch!" The dwarves gathered their procession around the wagon, some of them still moving swiftly.Panter began to organize his breakouts, putting the most experienced fighters in charge of the points of defense, shouting to his lads to get ready.He himself guarded the carriage.

"From the scout's report, there may be hundreds of them." Zhan Kuang said, and then he added exaggeratedly: "There is nothing that my boys and I can't handle." Wulfgar nodded, and the others responded generally, but they all knew the truth of the matter.It was bad enough to be stopped by a few hundred orcs, and even if they got away with it, they would be stopped by another pursuing force of equal or greater size because of the delay. "Take your bow," Wulfgar said to Catti-brie, taking the Taumari, "shoot well." "Maybe we can raise the white flag and talk to them," Regis interrupted.As he spoke, he took out the ruby ​​magic pendant from his collar emphatically.

Wulfgar shook his head. "Even if you manage to convince some of them to believe your lie, the other orcs will still kill you," Catti-brie commented. "It's a promise, not a lie." Regis corrected. With a helpless shrug, he looked down at the ruby ​​and tucked it back into his clothes. The queue of dwarves tightened.It was obvious that the intercepting army had spotted them and they had no choice.A turn to the east may cause them to encounter more orcs, stop and take a defensive posture, and they will be blocked by the chasing orcs. They were still pulling the carriage forward, holding the weapon in one hand and the rope in the other.

"We have to get to that high ground ahead!" Thiberdorf Panter shouted to his opponent, pointing to a high ground at the same time. The dwarves responded by ducking their heads and sprinting harder with their sore shoulders.They reached the bottom of the plateau and began to climb the slope with almost no loss of speed. But they are not the first to arrive. "The wings are not broken, but the bruises are severe, and Mu Miao can no longer fly." Yinuowendi said to Talasher.They had just returned to the cave in the mountains, a few miles to the north of where the giant battle was.

Glancing at the bruise of the throwing stone, thinking about the process of taking it away from the tracking giant and finding the temporary resting cave, the two felt very lucky. "I'm sure the giants won't come after us," Tarasher said. "They won't find us." "But none of us will be able to return to the Moon Forest in the short term," Yinuo Wendi said, "or, we cannot go back together." After finishing speaking, her expression conveyed a very clear signal to Talasher: she wanted him to take Min Ming to fly back home.It was as if she said it herself.

"I'm not sure going back and reporting to the tribe now will prepare them well," he said gloomily. "What did you see?" Tarasher's expression remained grim. "They crawled out of their caves," he told her. "From the north to the west, the orcs and goblins united, and we saw the giants, too, and they joined the orcs. I am afraid that the power to level Shallowwater was only It's a small fraction of what we've seen." "Then you have more reason to fly back." Tarasher looked back at his mount, as if it was going to fall over there, but he turned his head to look at Synchrony, standing firmly. "I will not leave you," he said, "whether I return or not, the elves of the Moon Forest will not be caught off guard." Innovindi seemed to argue, but changed her mind almost immediately.No matter how brave the claim, she really didn't want to be left here alone.She doesn't know the terrain here as well as Tarasher, and she does seem to be worried about Min Ming.Although Pegasus can survive this kind of pain, when the elves are eager to seek medical treatment for Pegasus instead of continuing to fight, it is certainly courageous to overcome fear and pain and stick to its post-doing that It is likely to take his own life.She knew that Tarasher thought as she did. "We have a lot to learn, and now may be our only chance." Talasher said after a short pause. "Are you sure that dark elf escaped the giant's pursuit?" Innovindi asked. "Elefin may be over there." "Alifen might be dead too." Innovindi said, and Talasher could only nod. After the awe, the adrenaline-fueled courage to face a desperate fight, turned into the bewilderment of a war-crazed and fleeing caravan, as waiting for them on the high ground were dwarves - a host of dwarves - whose emblems they wore , is an ax emblem that does not belong to Mithril Hall, but belongs to Mirabar. "Who, what are you here for?" cried the leading dwarf, taking off his helm. "Torgue!" Regis exclaimed, obviously recognizing him. The dwarf was confused for a moment, and motioned his companions on the left and right to get out of the way.And he himself, together with several dwarves, came to check the fleeing team in the lower place. "Well, we are at the mercy of your King Bruno and Mithril Hall, no matter what fate awaits him in the future," When Wulfgar and others told him about the fight to the death and the withdrawal of Mithril Hall, he said, "We have come to seek the friendship of King Bruenor. Now, I feel that it is to him and his A good chance for the people to prove. You keep going, and my people and I will follow in a moment." "Let's run with our people, Togg of Mirabar," Thiberdorf Panter stepped forward and interjected, taking the opportunity to show off the blood-stained nail armor that symbolizes glory, "We will definitely be able to strike Get rid of the arrogant orcs!" "We're lucky," Wulfgar whispered to Catti-brie.By then, five hundred reinforcements had been deployed around the convoy. They were both watching Bruno and Pike, who was still tending to the dwarf king and the other wounded.Apparently aware of the gaze, Pike turned around, winked at them, and nodded hopefully. Catti-brie not only smiled, but subconsciously looked to the north. "You're thinking of Drizzt." Wulfgar read her mind. "As soon as we bring Bruenor back to Mithril Hall, I'll accompany you to find him," Regis said, joining the conversation. Catti-brie shook her head more firmly, "He will be fine, and he will believe that we are fine, and Mithril Hall is fine. When he is done with the work at hand, he will come home. " Both Wulfgar and Regis looked at her in amazement, but agreed unquestioningly.Since there is no bad news, they have to trust Drizzt. To be honest, who else in the whole world has more opportunities than him to survive in the harsh land of the orc-infested Northland?To put it more simply, they might never come back.And Regis was obviously not fit to embark on a dangerous journey again. Catti-brie was still staring north, and almost unconsciously, she began to bite her lower lip nervously. Wulfgar took her forearm, gently, to ease her worries. "Erastu told you so?" Nanfodo asked when he met Santilla in the apartment. "He asked me to come with you," Santilla replied, her voice showing displeasure at the trip. "He's been wrong again and again," said the little dwarf, "first by driving Bruenor out, then by imprisoning Torg, and now..." "It's not the same thing," Santilla said. "Is it as different as you said? Will the rest of the dwarves of Mirabar be happy to know that we have carried out a little theft of Mithril Hall behind their backs? Given that hundreds of dwarves from Mirabar will be waiting there Now, do we have any hope of success?" "Erastus is hoping to use this to win the trust of Bruno's subjects." "Then what, turn on you?" said the scowling dwarf. Santilla wanted to speak, but she just shrugged her shoulders, "After arriving at the Mithril Hall, take one step at a time." She thought for a moment and said. Nan Fudo considered her words and deeds, and then his face showed joy. "I am willing to obey your orders in the territory of the Warhammer clan," he said, "even if it would conflict with the orders of Marquis Erastu." Santilla looked around alertly, and her look signaled the dwarf to stop saying such nonsense. Although in her heart, the Consul agreed.Erastur's decree is straightforward and simple: Find those traitor dwarves at Mithril Hall and cause some havoc for their rivals. That's even better, Santilla thought, they can go to Mithril Hall to contact King Bruenor through Torger Hammer and others. After the catastrophe befalls Mirabar, they will find a new and better city-state for the increasingly sparse city-state. A strong alliance, one that benefits both parties. She could only sigh, hoping that the gaffe would turn around.But she knew Erastus well, and when she thought about it, she knew that it was absurd to ask him to agree to form an alliance.