In the narrow tunnel, the damage of this round of flames was full. The clan rats crowded in the back were burned into charred corpses, and the rich aroma of barbecue permeated the entire earth network.
"Iron Dragon Hand Cannon?" A loud voice sounded from the other end of the tunnel, and he sounded quite young.
"The tribesmen over there! Stop now! If it continues to burn, it will be my people who will suffer losses!"
Hearing the sound, Snorri raised his left hand and made a pause gesture, but the Iron Dragon gunners' fingers were still on the triggers on guard.
Then in the light brought by the burning flames, Snorri saw a group of figures on the other side of the tunnel. Looking at the short and strong figures, he was almost certain that they were also dwarves.
However, Snorri didn't dare to walk over like this. No amount of caution could be exaggerated in the face of a cunning and cruel opponent.
Neither side could confirm the identity of the other party, and there was a brief silence in the tunnel. At this time, Snorri's mind suddenly came to the famous scene he had seen in his previous life -
"The king of heaven overshadows the tigers of earth!"
"Pagoda suppresses the river demon!"
Quickly pushing the thought out of his mind, Snorri spoke first.
"I am Snorri Thorson of the Drazkrad clan! High King Thorgrim, the son of the Grudgebearer, the chosen one of the Mother Goddess Varaya..."
Before Snorri finished reporting his title, the other person spoke.
"Still the youngest rune master in the Mountain Kingdom? Hahaha! I am the son of King Serendin of Jufba, just call me Balentin! I don't have as many titles as you to praise!"
Hearing this, the dwarves on both sides breathed a sigh of relief and walked toward the center of the tunnel.
Snorri knew that Jufbar in Dwarven language refers to Torrent Pass, which is the nearest important dwarven city to Karaz-a-Karak.
The relationship between the dwarf king and the high king here has always been good, and there was an intermarriage a few generations ago. He insisted that he and Balentine across the street could become relatives.
Torrent Pass is the most mechanized of the dwarf cities. It is built in the center of a deep valley carved by waterfalls pouring down from the mountains. It is also the headquarters of the Engineers Guild and the center of faith of the ancestor's secondary god Mogrim. .
Storm Pass was once occupied by greenskins during the Dark Ages of the Dwarves.
A rune master in Torrent Pass at that time, the crazy Alaric successfully sought the help of Sigma, the human leader at the time, to recapture Torrent Pass. In order to repay his kindness, he forged twelve rune teeth for mankind that were later passed down from generation to generation by the imperial electors. .
The two princes met in the center of the tunnel, surrounded by their respective guards. After confirming each other's identities, they gave each other a big hug.
"Well, let me do the math. My great-great-grandmother is your great-grandfather and the aunt of the former High King Orric. In terms of generation, you are my cousin!" Balentine smiled and said,
Snorri felt that he was different from ordinary dwarves, perhaps because of the more open atmosphere in Torrent Pass.
"I came here to hunt down a rat clan that invaded Shanhu Castle, but it seems I came a step too late!" Snorri said.
"That's it!" Balentine showed an expression of sudden realization. He took out a bag of beer and shared it with Snorri.
The dwarves under his command also distributed their supplies to the compatriots who came with Snorri. Among them, the ten members of the Eternal Hammer received extra care, and many dwarves in Torrent Pass were trying to talk to them.
"Two days ago, our miners reported that sporadic rat-men were found underground. At that time, my father guessed that these guys might have migrated from Karak-Wan. He sent me to bring some brothers down to clean them up."
Balentine took a sip of beer and handed the leather bag to Snorri's hand.
"I led my people to search along the leyline network, and I solved some small rats piecemeal on the way. I was still feeling bored when a rat warlord bumped into us with a brood of black-skinned storm rats!"
"How's it going? Is there a lot of damage? Are there any injured that need to be treated?" Snorri asked after taking a sip of beer.
"This is what's strange about me. I was quite nervous at first, and I don't have too many troops on hand!"
Snorri looked around and found that Balentine's men were only about half of his own, consisting of his Hammer Warrior Guards, Iron Breakers and Iron Dragon Gunners. However, the proportion of Iron Dragon Gunners was much higher than Snorri's. High, this should be the influence of the advanced technology of Riliuguan.
Balentine continued, "However, although there are many of those rats and they are all elites, they are all weak! They can't even use the strength to swing the sword, let alone raise the shield to block! Let me tell you, kill them and fight with them. Goblins are no different!”
"They ran away after failing in the internal fighting. Shanhu Castle has been unable to be conquered for a long time and has no food source. They are hungry!" Snorri explained.
"Yes, my iron dragon gunners will send them to meet their dirty rat god after two or three volleys!" Balentine continued.
"By the way, cousin, did you see the rat-man warlord? He was running towards you at that time. That guy had a magic stone weapon in his hand. The few brothers I lost were caught off guard. It’s in its hand!”
Snorri raised his head and asked the dwarf who came with him. Soon, two iron-breaking warriors ran over carrying a rat-man corpse with a blooming head.
"Master Snorri personally judged it!" The voices of the Iron-Smashing Warriors came from under their helmets.
Hearing this, the dwarves in the tunnel cheered!
"Cheers to the choice of the goddess!"
“Cheers to the reckoning of hatred!”
With the help of the lamps lit by Balentine's men, the dwarves identified the body through the plate armor and flags on it.
After a simple meal and drink, Balentine spoke: "Cousin Snorri, there is an old saying that goes, brothers, we have to settle accounts clearly! How do you think the spoils should be divided?"
"Is there anything to divide?" Snorri asked strangely. In his opinion, these rat men who could no longer afford to eat must be poor.
"Well, although we don't like the tattered equipment on the rats, there will still be some gold and silver, right?" Balentine spoke uncertainly. He was also a young adult and did not have much experience.
"Okay, you will destroy the main force. Everything on them belongs to my cousin. You should just give me the halberd of the rat leader!"
Snorri was very interested in the warpstone technology of the Skaven. He believed that the halberd inlaid with warpstone in the hands of the warlord should be the most valuable trophy.
"How can that be done?" cried Balentine.
"You killed the enemy chieftain, but not only did you not take any of the spoils, but you also helped us solve the source of pollution! Although I, Balentine, am not a grand dwarf, I am determined not to do such a thing!"
Thanks to Plato’s thoughts of silence, misty mountains and dusk snow, and my monthly ticket to longing for the stars and the sea.
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