It was now past nine o'clock in the evening, and Snorri was surprised to find that there were still many formal rune blacksmiths and rune apprentices busy around the forging table.
"Ah, does Warhammer World also work overtime?" Snorri thought to himself, and then the Iron Chisel Master spoke.
"Look, look, how sleepy these young people are! Where are they creating? They are just wasting raw materials!"
Kragg the Harsh blew his beard disdainfully, "If everyone disappears after dinner like you did, how can we meet the construction deadline?" Master Kragg said with a pun.
"To tell you the truth, it's normal for my people to work until midnight. Nine o'clock is even early! They should cherish the opportunity to work and study. Working overtime is a blessing! Back then, I wanted to learn more from my master in the middle of the night. I haven’t even had a chance yet…”
Listening to Master Kragg's poisonous chicken soup, Snorri felt a chill in his stomach. "It would be too miserable to be exploited by 996 and 007 after traveling through time. We must seize the opportunity to start our own business!"
As the two masters argued over whether overtime was a violation of labor laws, the team quickly reached the faucet spout at the deepest part of the hall.
Snorri saw another white-haired old dwarf already waiting there with a group of his disciples.
According to the knowledge in his memory, his name is Dulingen-Molten, and he is another vice-president of the Rune Blacksmith Guild.
Master Molten is about the same age as Master Iron Chisel, both around four hundred years old. He is famous for his ability to smelt raw materials through the power of runes.
Unlike the Iron Chisel Master who comes from the Drazkrad clan and represents the interests of the local dwarves of Karaz-a-Karak, the Molten Master comes from a small clan that moved to Karaz-a-Karak because of the fall of the fortress where they originally lived. ,
In order to increase his influence, he did not pay attention to the lintel and recruited apprentices, but was also willing to mentor the younger generations. Therefore, he had a high reputation among the tribe, and many dwarves from outside the area who came to the guild headquarters to learn skills rallied around him.
Opposite them stood a slightly smaller group of dwarves, disciples of the Iron Chisel Master and runesmiths from the native clan of Karaz-a-Karak.
Obviously, these people were summoned at short notice, with confused looks on their faces. Some of them were still drunk and were being supported by fellow disciples around them.
Master Krag stood on his anvil of doom and cleared his throat:
"Mustache! Put your work aside for a moment, the night is still long! Now I have something important to announce!" He greeted the busy dwarves.
Although Krag the Harsh has a reputation of being paranoid, cold-blooded, and unwilling to support his younger generations, his title as the oldest and most powerful runesmith is also a golden sign.
There are still many dwarves who are willing to join his sect and exchange hard work for some guidance. They can benefit a lot from watching Master Kragg carving runes.
At the same time, some of them are still waiting for the day when Master Krag will suddenly return to the embrace of the ancestors and gods. Since he has no descendants and the clan he came from has been extinct, as his disciples, perhaps they can benefit from the treasures accumulated by the old dwarf for thousands of years. Get a piece of the pie.
You know, in addition to a large amount of gold coins, oath gold, and a large number of precious equipment forged by himself, Master Kragg's treasure house also contains many legendary treasures that were recovered from the lost fortress and passed down from the golden age of the dwarves. Estimate.
Of course, the dwarves who embraced this idea came and went, but Master Krag still stood at his anvil as he had for centuries, and Snorri suspected that he was now far more likely to join the ranks of the Aldmeri gods than to return to them. The possibility of embracing is greater.
In the commotion of the dwarves putting down their work and coming closer, Master Chisel whispered a few words to the dwarves around him. They nodded and took advantage of the chaos to mix into the other two teams. Snorri took in this scene. Through his eyes, he secretly nodded in his heart for the old uncle's reliability.
The dwarves found their positions and gradually became quiet. The two masters, Iron Chisel and Molten Fire, also came to the stage and stood on both sides of Master Krag.
"Everyone, be quiet! I have something big to announce!" Master Kragg's voice spread through the entire hall through a trumpet-shaped rune artifact in his hand, suppressing the whispers of the dwarves.
"Just today, our dwarf compatriot Snorri Thorson has mastered a lost master-level rune. We are summoned here to bear witness to his master-level rune blacksmith examination!"
With a bang, the whole hall was boiling! All the dwarves began to exchange information frantically.
"Who is Snorri Thorson? A reclusive elder?"
"His Majesty the High King's third son is named this, but he is not yet a hundred years old!"
"Didn't he become an official rune blacksmith just two years ago?"
"Is it him? Then I think it's quite possible. The old guy I was drinking with just now said that the Mother Goddess showed miracles on the battlefield and saved him!"
"You goblin brain, how is this possible! How many years have the ancestors and gods left us!"
"Mustache, show some respect to me!" A buzzing voice filled the entire hall.
The dwarves in the audience got into a quarrel over this shocking news, and some got emotional and even pushed each other. The dwarves on the stage were not at peace either.
Master Molten's jaw almost dropped to the ground. Looking at Snorri, whose black beard only reached his chest, countless possible conspiracies flashed through his mind:
"The High King wants to control the Rune Blacksmith Guild? The connection I made in private was discovered, and the guild is going to liquidate me? Hasn't Cragg always had a tense relationship with the royal family? Is it just a prank?"
After taking in the performance of the young dwarves, a rare smile appeared on Krag's wrinkled face. It seemed that he was very satisfied with the power of this news, which was comparable to the runes of anger and destruction.
"Ah, be still, be still! I, Krag the Harsh, the president of the Rune Blacksmith Guild, and the vice-president Orim, the Iron Chisel Master, have tested the authenticity of this rune. Sex, I would like to swear in the name of my ancestors!”
After saying that, he looked at Master Iron Chisel. Master Iron Chisel took a step forward after hearing this: "I would also like to swear in the name of my ancestors that everything Master Krag said is true!" Krag nodded with satisfaction.
He raised Snorri's rune scroll with his left hand and shouted, "The runes carved by Snorri Thorson are here. Anyone who has any doubts can come forward and check!"
Before he finished speaking, almost all the dwarves present pointed their eyes at Dulingen-Molten who was standing to the left of Master Kragg. As the vice-president and rune master, only he has the sufficient qualifications and skills to conduct the test.
In the eyes of everyone, Master Molten's face changed back and forth. He was caught in a fierce ideological struggle. On one side were his peers who expected him to "justice", and on the other side were the powerful Master Cragg and the powerful one who backed the royal family. The chisel master.
Looking at the dwarves who belonged to his own power in the audience, he understood that if he did not raise any questions and allowed Snorri, a young man under 100 years old, to directly conduct the assessment with the support of the two masters, the people who had finally gathered together would be dispersed. Well, he is not the right vice-president!
Thinking of this, Master Molten took a step forward despite the pressure!
