Looking at the evil god in front of him, and listening to the demonic voice that seemed to be poured directly into his mind, Snorri remembered a saying widely spread by great men: "Tactically, value the enemy, and strategically, despise the enemy!"
Yes, although the power of the Chaos Evil God is extremely powerful, the Tzeentch in front of him is just an illusion reflected in his mind. If he is even afraid of this, how can he talk about going to the Chaos Realm to face his true form?
In this way, the slogan of recovering the lost mountain fortress, retrieving the lost artifact, and restoring the glory of the mountain kingdom will surely become empty words.
"Hmph!" Snorri blew out a breath from his nose and looked up at the demon god:
"Tzeentch, to tell you the truth, you may want to kill me, but you want me to surrender to you? Just dream!"
Snorri roared, and he tried his best to vent all the negative emotions he had felt since his rebirth.
"Quack..." Tzeentch's laughter echoed in the fortress,
"Every mortal who comes here says this at first. Some overestimating guys shout louder than you, but, quack, let me show you something interesting."
With that said, Tzeentch reached out and pointed, and a magic mirror appeared between him and Snorri. "Look carefully, their present is your future, thank the all-knowing and almighty Saint Tractich for the divine grace bestowed upon you!"
Snorri looked at the magic mirror in front of him. The first thing that appeared was an elf. To be precise, he could barely tell that it had been an elf. The vast range of chaotic mutations makes it almost impossible to discern the prototype.
There is a pair of asymmetrical horns on the top of his head, and a third hand with vicious claws grows on the right side of his body. His legs grew additional joints that allowed him to securely attach himself to an equally misshapen war machine.
Judging from the surrounding environment, he was in the battlefield of the Chaos Gods, surrounded by a large number of Tzeentch demons, and opposite was a green ocean, which must be Nurgle's demon army.
At the same time, Tzeentch's sometimes sharp and sometimes hoarse voice sounded, "This guy was once a variable created by that rotten chicken who burned off his own hair. Now, he is even willing to go to Nurgle for me." Take a bath in the garden!
Haha, in this mortal world where you are living in an ignoble existence, only a rotten chicken and a dead toad are somewhat interesting. What a pity, what a pity, in front of my infinite wisdom, they are just clowns! "
Snorri probably knew that the dead toad Tzeentch was referring to was Lord Krokar, the strongest of the first generation Slann Demon Toads created by the Old Saints. His power was powerful enough to change the orbit of the planet and move the continent. Plates and so on.
During the first Chaos invasion, Master Croca held back most of the Chaos demon army at the cost of his life, creating an opportunity for the dragon tamer Caledor to create a maelstrom. Even after his death, his soul still resides in his mummy, and can continue to cast magic to destroy enemies throughout the world.
Just as Snorri was guessing which powerful person the so-called rotten chicken was and whether he could try to contact and form an alliance with him, the picture in the magic mirror in front of him changed.
What appeared in the center this time was a mass of unspeakable horror, which resembled a moving mass of flesh composed of tentacles and eyes. Snorri knew from his past life memories that this was a Chaos Egg - a mutated creature twisted by the corrupting influence of magic and Chaos.
However, this monster is different from the others around it. It is larger, has many twisted claws, and is constantly spewing blue Tzeentch magic fire from all over its body. Snorri guessed that this one was probably blessed by Tzeentch.
As if he had guessed what Snorri was thinking, Tzeentch's voice rang out at the right time: "Is it cute? This is my most satisfying creation! Before bathing in my divine grace, this used to be the principal of the Imperial Academy of Magic. At that time The most powerful mage in mankind!"
The Demonic Bird God paused, as if waiting for Snorri to scream or show fear, but Snorri did not let him do so.
"A man with thunder in his chest and a flat lake in his face can be a general." Snorri understood this truth deeply.
"When he had the honor to witness my supreme power, in order to obtain my gift, he did not hesitate to sacrifice the entire Paradise Academy in an attempt to become my prince! But the great Saint Trazech never disappoints the most loyal believer, I gave him It is a unique blessing. You see, it doesn’t have to think anymore and has no worries. How happy it is!”
Yes, Tzeentch is such an evil god. What he likes most is to taste the despair of mortals because their plans cannot keep up with changes, even if he is the most loyal believer.
The magic mirror in front of him once again glowed with light, and when he was about to switch the screen again, Snorri stretched out his hand and made a pause gesture. After entering the door, Snorri did not say a word except for the initial rejection. He spoke:
"I said, what are you showing me these disgusting things for? My dinner was a bit greasy and now I feel sick to my stomach! Could it be that you don't want me to directly join Chaos just because I know the ending?"
Seeing the fleeting expression of surprise on Tzeentch's strange face as he kept changing positions, Snorri knew that he had guessed correctly.
"Let me guess! For this world, the end is a foregone conclusion. If I can change it, maybe I can bring you greater happiness? Change and immutability are a pair of opposites and unity. It must be good for you to have a small change and a big change, right?" At this time, Snorri also made a homophonic joke.
"Quack, quack!" Tzeentch laughed strangely again, "What a sharp-tongued mortal. It seems that you may really be able to bring me more happiness. When the time comes, I will not begrudge you the divine favor. ! A dwarf demon prince sounds interesting, quack, maybe that hermaphrodite will like your cute little thing!"
Tzeentch dismissed the magic mirror with a wave of his hand, "Whether you can change or not depends on your fate as a mortal! Don't appear in Nurgle's garbage dump before letting me gain happiness!"
Along with Tzeentch's weird laugh, Snorri's consciousness felt his body again. After standing up and stretching his muscles, he suddenly felt very hungry.
"Strange, didn't you eat half a roasted rock sheep for dinner?" Snorri muttered and looked around. Suddenly, he found that five candles on the wall had burned out, and the sixth one was about to bottom out.
(I mentioned earlier the graduated candles used by dwarves to keep time. Generally speaking, each candle can burn for twelve hours. If you need to record a longer period of time, you can put the end of the wick of the previous candle and the head of the next candle. The two are connected together, and the next one will automatically ignite after the previous one burns out. This is the design in this forging room.) The concept of time in the conscious world has been distorted, and the three-day deadline is actually coming!
Without thinking, Snorri drank a large gulp of water to moisten his dry throat and immediately began to arrange the scene. He lit the fire and directly increased the firepower to the maximum, and then threw the raw materials he took in for smelting.
Just as he put the melted raw materials into the water to cool down, the candle burned out and there was a knock on the door.
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