One night, a player opened TWW2. He muttered while looking at the heavy rain outside the window,
"Zui San has only launched two races and there is nothing more to say. Damn, let's play with this flc first and make do. Recover the lost mountain fortress, find the lost artifact, and restore the glory of the mountain kingdom..."
Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning and he passed through it. Before he could recover, he found himself in a bright space.
Blinking, he saw a female dwarf, "My name is Valaya, mother of dwarves, family, fortress, god of healing and unity."
The female dwarf shook her long golden hair that fell to her feet and spoke:
"Outlander, are you really willing to fulfill your oath?"
"Good guy, do I still have a choice? Can I give you a dark elf? For no other reason than I just want to see Miss Wuling, or a magic toad (Slan Demonic Toad) would be fine..."
"Listen to me, child." The goddess interrupted his thoughts, "I saw the future in my sleep. You should know, the end."
She paused, her expression twitching, "Nagash, the Lord of the Undead, disrupted my plan, drained my mana, and destroyed my backhand. My children were killed and injured. I need a variable. that is you."
Hearing this player nodded, "I understand the background story, isn't it the end of the world? Dwarves will be dwarves, they are better than Bone Man. Let's talk about the relationship and identity. I want... Hmm Uh-huh"
"There's no time, kid. Remember, your vows are as solid as a rock! I wish you good luck!"
As his consciousness gradually left the illusory space, he felt the physical body, followed by broken memories and a strong sense of weakness.
He tried to move his body, but as soon as he moved his arm, he felt a heartbreaking pain. "Uh-huh..." Before he had time to sort out the original memory of this body, he groaned in pain.
"Granny's beard!"
"Varaya, you're finally awake!"
"Hahaha, it seems that my hair dye is temporarily out of use!"
Listening to the noisy cheers around him, he felt that he was lying on a stretcher with a deep wound on his chest. As soon as he opened his mouth to ask what was going on, a mouthful of spicy liquid poured into his mouth.
"Hey, you need this, Bergman's vintage, this will make you better mustache!"
"Cough cough cough..." The strong stimulation was unbearable for him for a moment. The dwarf's beer was almost as strong as the liquor in his previous life. He once again pulled the wound and groaned in pain.
There were various mutterings all around:
"The young men these days are getting worse and worse!"
"Back then I was stabbed three times and had the heads of four rats ripped off!"
When he was tortured both physically and mentally, a clear female voice saved him:
"Snorri needs to rest, Uncle Dragonhammer. The Mother Goddess's grace prevents him from returning to the arms of his ancestors right away, but his injury cannot be tolerated like this. Also, put away your wine bottle and give him some water. "
After gaining peace, the player lay on a stretcher and began to sort out the memories of the original owner of the body and his previous life.
He came to the world of Warhammer, a world where many fantasy races including elves, dwarves, vampires, humans, etc. were active. The body he occupies is from the dwarves, a race that was created at the beginning of the world, is ancient and diligent, but is gradually entering its twilight years.
They believe in their ancestral gods, the three most important of which are:
Gruni - the god of mining and forging, he taught the dwarves how to dig and shape the metals contained in the earth;
Grimnir - the dwarven god of war;
And Varaya who appeared earlier. She is the wife of both Grunnir and Grimnir, and polyandry is not uncommon in dwarven society, as dwarf women are roughly half as many as men.
Most of the children of the three of them became secondary gods in the dwarf pantheon, such as Stemnir, the god of ore forging, Turni, the god of rune blacksmiths, and Morgrim, the god of engineers.
The dwarves built a large number of fortresses and forged many powerful weapons and equipment in their golden age. However, they suffered heavy losses in the Longbeard War with the elves. The subsequent earthquakes and greenskins, Skaven, With constant attacks, the fortresses in the mountains fell one after another.
Since then, with the development of dwarf technology and the establishment of the human empire, the dwarf kingdom has gradually recovered its vitality, but it is still not as prosperous as it once was.
The body he occupies is named Snorri Thorson, the youngest son of the current High King Thorgrim, the Grudge Bearer.
In the social structure of the dwarves, each fortress has an independent king. As the king of fortress Karaz-a-Karak, the High King nominally enjoys allegiance from the kings of other dwarf fortresses, but in fact the High King of the dwarves calls for The dwarf king persuades the dwarf kings more as equals and with the friendship of fellow dwarves, rather than giving strong orders.
Each dwarf clan has a book of hatred to record the harm and treachery done to the clan, and the High King holds the Great Book of Hatred, which records the hatred of all dwarves. This book is written with the blood of the High King and only They have the authority to add new hate entries or cancel resolved hates.
Snorri's profession is that of a runesmith. Dwarves cannot use magic but dwarves can harness magic by forging the letters of their language into items in different ways. This form is called runes.
As the forgers of runes, runesmiths use their hammers as a medium to imprint the power of the magical winds into the runes. In addition to forging powerful weapons and equipment for their compatriots, they can also suppress the enemy's magic during battle, or use runes to apply buffs to surrounding comrades, or equip themselves with weapons and armor to fight. After all, every dwarf They are all born warriors.
The current time is 6943 in the dwarven calendar. The green-skinned warlord "Big Belly King" Gulu has raised his troops from the Misty Mountains. He launched an unprecedented waaagh, sweeping across the entire bad land, and his troops were directed towards the dwarf mountains.
High King Thorgrim launched the Battle of the Iron Gate to stop him. This was also the first time Snorri joined the army in the war. During the battle, he was arranged to stand in the back row of the team with the heavy arrow crossbowmen. As the battle progressed, the dwarf army formation in the front row was gradually broken through by the green-skinned army front, and the crossbowmen also ran out of ammunition. Take out the weapons you carry and prepare to join the battle.
Snorri swung his hammer and struck the runes on the stove and home to boost the morale of the tribesmen who were struggling, and then took out a sharp battle ax. Just as he was about to rush towards the big green-skinned guy who was attacking from the front, he heard shouts coming from the side. When he looked sideways, he saw a fat goblin with a belly that almost reached his feet, holding a huge battle axe. Standing on a tattered chariot, he galloped forward, followed closely by a group of goblin wolf cavalry.
"Array!!" Snorri roared at the top of his voice, "Varaya at the top!" He called the names of the ancestors and gods and rushed towards the fat figure on the warg chariot.
"A short pile with no hair on it!" This was the last voice that Snorri heard before he lost consciousness. He was pushed up by the impact of the chariot, and then was cut by a superb quality battle ax that broke through the armor. On the chest.
His soul went to the palace of the ancestor gods, and a soul from another world occupied his body.
