Chapter 320: Lady Ainiya

If it were an ordinary rat, it would be too busy secretly rejoicing to see a troublesome opponent suddenly retreat. But the Clan Mors elder Genuoduoer was not among them; based on its understanding of the Angrund Clan, it knew these stubborn bearded things would absolutely return.

If Belegar Ironhammer were truly allowed to accumulate more strength from elsewhere, its trouble would be even greater. Therefore, when Clan Eshin made excuses to decline the order, it organized scouts itself and finally found Belegar's tracks.

In the Skaven Empire, the leader of a clan is often not the one who can fight the best. Sinuoli only knew after transmigrating and consulting data that the legendary lords of the five Skaven factions in the game were not members of the Council of Thirteen.

This is probably because the strength of Skaven powerhouses is suppressed by the upper limits of their racial talents, making them less prominent compared to other races. At the same time, their numbers are truly too vast; whether one can efficiently mobilize large armies is more important than individual martial prowess.

"Th-this far?"

Queek read the map on the table by the dim candlelight; it discovered that to reach Belegar's location, it would need to cross half the Badlands. Those mushroom things were not feared by the sharpest claws of Clan Mors, but its Zhua Tuan would suffer no small losses.

"Yes, yes, that stone, stone-head, don't know how it got smart." Genuoduoer curled up in its chair; it had a vague premonition about Clan Eshin's abnormal behavior, but under these circumstances, it had to completely resolve the Angrund Clan before it could free its hands to deal with the Evil Moon Greenskins entrenched in the upper levels of the fortress.

"I need, need many whelps."

Queek twisted its claws; it liked violence, but it was not a pure brute. It had fought Belegar and knew how resilient that guy and the group of tin cans around him were. When they formed a shield wall, even elites wielding Halberds found it hard to strike.

"You, you only have your main force. But, but Bofeng side, can take, take my order to integrate them."

Genuoduoer shook its head; Clan Mors did not lack manpower, but provisions were a big problem for long-distance operations. Skaven metabolism is too fast; once they fall into a food shortage, they will quickly lose their combat effectiveness.

"They, they in front of Clan Mors, are all, all some wet-behind-the-ears whelps!" Queek cursed; it did not trust the combat effectiveness of those small clans, and it had absolute pride in its own clan.

"Th-this is an order!" Genuoduoer narrowed its rat eyes; this pair of eyeballs was not clouded by age. Queek's tall body trembled; it recalled the cruel training and punishments it had once received.

"Yes, yes!"

In Keladeluomen, Sinuoli finished the ritual; he looked at the recovered wounded and the clean fortress, smiling as he accepted the cheers and prayers of his kin.

"Warriors, brothers, under the guidance of the Ancestor Gods, life will naturally get better and better! Now let us enjoy the sweet wine while thanking them for their grace."

Following his words, the guard sent in barrels of fine wine; Sinuoli walked off the platform, preparing to have fun with his kin to relieve the fatigue of the long journey. He still had to linger here for a few days; there was no rush to discuss official business until tomorrow.

"Respected Ancestor Chosen, my mistress has some private matters she would like to discuss with you; I wonder if you have the time?" Just as the first cup of wine hit the bottom, a clansman with a slight glint in their eyes took advantage of the toast to lean into his ear.

Sinuoli was slightly stunned; he could not recall any young lady in this place. Seeming to see his hesitation, the visitor lifted their cloak, revealing the golden-shining brass armor underneath.

"Karak-Izor!"

Sinuoli remembered the group of Brass Guard he had fought alongside in Huangwu Bao. "Lead the way."

In its prime, Keladeluomen was only the size of an outpost; the part put into use after repairs now was not very large. After going up one floor and making two turns, Sinuoli arrived in front of a door guarded by several Brass Guard.

"Thank you for gracing us with your presence; I am Belegar's wife, you can just call me Ainiya." A young female Dwarf bowed to him; seemingly to match the crude environment, her attire was relatively simple, relying only on a few ornaments to highlight her status.

"The Lady wants to see me, what is the important matter?" A cup of beer was nothing to the current King of the Southlands; his active mind quickly made predictions. Sinuoli had heard of her; she was the second daughter of Lagos, Lord of Tongshanbao.

"First, I want to express my gratitude to you; without your guidance, there would be no flourishing situation here. Belegar has a stubborn temper; if there is any offense in his words, please bear with him." Lady Ainiya's personality was completely different from her strong-willed sister.

"I wouldn't dare; I was just conveying their intentions." Sinuoli raised an eyebrow and said something lukewarm.

"Is that so? If you say so, then it is." Ainiya smiled sweetly, clearly not believing it. Dwarf noblewomen often spend more time on sacrifices and prayers than their husbands, and it is inevitable to make certain inferences when they never receive a response.

"Hmm, and then there is the matter of my mother's family. Although my father once had some competition with your father, he respects and believes in you immensely."

"Understood." Sinuoli nodded; this counted as the real substance of the conversation. It seemed his achievements in all aspects had eliminated the last bit of noise in the Old World.

"Of us three sisters, my eldest sister and I have both married far away; according to my father's wishes, he wants to take in a son-in-law for my youngest sister so that Tongshanbao has someone to inherit it." Sinuoli was just about to get up, but Ainiya had not finished speaking.

"But my youngest sister has always admired a hero figure like you; several candidates have not caught her eye. I wonder if you have any thoughts on Karak-Izor?" Before the female Dwarf finished speaking, Sinuoli's face had already darkened.

"Lady, this is somewhat..."

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"For others, it is naturally marrying into the family, but if it were you, you would only need to leave one boy to inherit my mother's ancestral temple." Ainiya hurriedly added.

"Allow me to consider it."

Sinuoli took the teacup and drank it in one gulp. He indeed felt he should think about it; not to mention others, even Balin by his side was already betrothed.

At that time in Everpeak, Thorgrim had rejected this Princess of Tongshanbao right away, but who would have expected her dowry to be so generous? The wealth of Karak-Izor was the foundation of Lord Lagos's confidence in competing with Thorgrim.

This fortress occupies the Vault Mountains, has a large population and a relatively safe surrounding environment; its influence radiates to the Border Prince Territory and the Tilean Federation, and it is even a key fulcrum when it comes to attacking Skavenblight.

Sinuoli stared at the lady opposite again, trying to read something from her face. Perhaps what prompted her to do this was also the contact between his own clan and that cousin of Belegar.