Chapter 76: Manticore Slayer

"Is there any difference?" Sinuoli asked, looking at the two magnificent warhorses, neither of which he could ride.

"This is Emma, my best friend and comrade-in-arms!" When speaking of the warhorse, a light appeared in Fatisi's eyes as he pointed to the taller white horse.

"She is a Half-Elf Warhorse; her father came from Athel Loren. Her size is far greater than any other horse in the Old World, and even the northern steppe horses that have come south from near the Chaos Wastes cannot compare to her, not to mention that those fellows also lack the strength and calm will of our Bretonnian warhorses."

Fatisi took a sip of wine and continued: "She never tires of heavy armor; even if the horses of our friends across the mountains were worked to death, she could still gallop and jump repeatedly with ease, not to mention that in battle, she remains calm and collected, unlike ordinary warhorses that are scared out of their wits!"

"You must know, when facing clumsy giants or trolls in the deep forest, this brave and fearless quality is very important! A good Knight without a good horse to match is nothing more than a Battle Pilgrim!" Fatisi was very proud of his warhorse.

"The other one is just an ordinary warhorse, then?" Sinuoli asked, and he nodded after receiving an affirmative reply from Fatisi.

"I don't ride Emma when I'm not fighting; she needs to maintain her best condition, at most carrying some luggage, so I need another one for transport," Fatisi explained further.

Sinuoli listened quietly. He wanted to understand everything about Bretonnian Knights. In his view, it was difficult for Dwarfs to form cavalry, and his own idea of a motorized unit was a castle in the air for the time being. If he could reach some agreements with Bretonnia, it would be very helpful for future operations.

Because they had just set off, the team was full of energy, and without interference, they moved quickly, arriving at Mountain Lake Fortress on time at night.

Sinuoli discovered that the original outpost was left with only a squad of soldiers; it seemed his elder brother had already completed the preliminary reconstruction work of Karak-Varn during this time.

This was indeed the case. The caravan was inconvenient to take up the mountain, so it stayed at the outpost, and Snuori took ten Eternal Hammer Guards up the mountain road to visit Grom.

Although it was past dinner time, his elder brother still set up a sumptuous banquet to entertain Sinuoli; after all, this time Sinuoli had once again been running about for him.

The atmosphere at the table was a bit awkward, and the brothers exchanged cups and made small talk.

"Later, be careful on the road, take care of yourself, and, and take care of her!" After three rounds of drinks and five courses, Grom finally blurted out this sentence.

For a traditional Dwarf like Grom, expecting him to compose a farewell poem for Sinuoli or sing a song to express his longing was clearly impossible.

The next morning, a hungover Sinuoli woke up in Grom's bed; the brothers hadn't slept together in a long time.

"I was too excited last night, there are two things I forgot to tell you," Grom also climbed up, rubbing his eyes.

Although Mountain Lake Fortress was very close to Everpeak and currently in its initial stages with not much trade potential, Sinuoli would still stay here for two more days to wait for the caravan from Jiliuguan to arrive and join them.

"The first is that your Rock Sheep have been trained and you can ride them later; the second is that I have intercepted a group of Slayers for you!" Grom said.

The first piece of news was within Sinuoli's expectations, while the second was a pure and pleasant surprise.

"Slayers, what Slayers?" Sinuoli asked.

"Let's go, let's go eat breakfast, they should be there too!" Saying this, Grom led Sinuoli downstairs to the canteen.

In the canteen, the Dwarfs were already sitting in a group, and the merchants who came with Sinuoli also had to eat here; the next stop was Kalake-Duomaer, and there might not be hot food along the two-day journey.

Grom and Sinuoli squeezed forward while greeting their clansmen along the way. Sinuoli discovered that what the crowd was surrounding were several Dwarf Slayers with orange crests and bare upper bodies covered in blue tattoos.

The one with the longest orange hair was drinking while telling his adventure stories.

"I jumped up, dodged the beast's tail, then twisted my waist for a counterattack, severed its left hind tendon, and while the beast was in pain, I jumped onto its back and hacked wildly at its pair of evil horns..."

The Dwarf Slayer was gesturing with his hands while speaking! His adventure stories of fighting fierce monsters were undoubtedly a huge attraction to the clansmen present.

"Hmm, who is this?" The Slayer noticed Grom and Sinuoli beside him when he looked up to drink beer, his gaze lingering on the Rune Master badge on Sinuoli's chest.

"Keep going, Rogov!"

"What happened later? What happened after that?"

"Cook, bring him another barrel of beer!"

The clansmen were in high spirits and were interrupted, calling out one after another! Seeing this, Sinuoli did not intend to go against the wishes of his clansmen.

"You may continue, admirable Slayer!" Sinuoli said.

"My kin, everyone go back to your business! I will finish my story tonight!" But this Slayer did not intend to continue.

"You all know, I came for Master Sinuoli, the Chosen of the Goddess!"

"Another one who came for me?" Sinuoli's eyelid twitched; he began to feel smug about his reputation and appeal.

As the clansmen gradually dispersed, the Slayer stood up, and only then did Sinuoli notice that his crest was almost half a person's height, which meant this Slayer could be considered quite unsuccessful.

The best way to judge the strength of a Dwarf Slayer is to look at the height of his recognizable crest; the longer the crest, the more lethal the Dwarf is.

Most Slayers die in their first or second battle with an enemy, but those who survive these battles are considered unfortunate.

Whether because of their powerful combat skills, tenacious will, or unshakable determination, these Dwarfs, although they failed on their path to seek death, proved from another angle that they were great warriors.

This natural selection eliminated most mediocre people, which meant that any Slayer encountered was likely a dangerous person with extreme thoughts.

"I am the Manticore Slayer Rogov. My mates and I came from the north and want to join your team!" The Slayer spoke.

When a Slayer hacks off the heads of a large number of monsters with his axe, they usually take a title derived from the most powerful monster they have killed.

The greatest among them are the Daemon Slayer and the Dragon Slayer, who survived encounters with the two most ferocious creatures in history, killed them, and told stories about the battles.

Thanks to the book friend for the tip, book friend, French Chasseur Major Yuli for the monthly ticket.

Also thanks to the vast number of book friends for the recommendation tickets, an extra update tonight.