At this point in time, Yeenoghu's city would be stationed at Bechard's Landing. There, Yeenoghu had built an enormous tomb to conceal Bechard's massive corpse, preventing other prying eyes from approaching it easily.
This place was not far from Cursed Throat, roughly three hundred kilometers away.
"Yes, I confirmed it!" Malcanthet attached immense importance to the intelligence for this operation. She had it verified through multiple channels before finally confirming that Yeenoghu's city was at Bechard's Landing.
Solam nodded, then nodded to Mortarion behind him.
Mortarion said nothing. With a flash, he vanished, having gone to notify Sanguinius and Leman Russ.
Solam paid no attention to Mortarion. Instead, he turned his gaze westward. On the horizon, a sizable fleet charged toward them like rabid dogs, with no formation whatsoever.
"Before we go ashore, these little troublemakers are yours to deal with. I don't want this place to be nothing but splintered wood by the time the mission is over."
Unos naturally understood what Solam meant. He shrugged and said easily, "Don't worry. Leave these little brats to us. I'll have them cleaned up before you set foot on land."
It was Yeenoghu's fleet, a fleet made entirely of gnolls.
Unos looked down on this fleet from the bottom of his heart. In his eyes, it was merely one of Yeenoghu's toys and posed no threat whatsoever.
Gnolls were naturally not fond of water, so the fleet they had gradually assembled was nothing but a joke. More than half the members of a fleet could not even swim... what else could that be but a joke?
To put this fleet simply: no troops, no technology, no experience, not even seaworthy ships. The gnolls' vessels had been haphazardly pieced together from the wreckage of scrap ships, their overall style distinctly gnollish.
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