"Compared with Dago's Ax, the thing in your hand is only good for chopping firewood!" Although Master Silverfinger was pressed to the ground, he refused to admit defeat.
"What's on your back? A cloak made of dragon skin from the ancient dragon Fiskar! Compared with that treasure, the green patch on your back would be too dirty to use as a rag!" Master Silverfinger shouted while struggling.
"As for the Crown of the Butcher King, you can't even compare! You won't be afraid of the wind flashing your tongue when you talk big." After the silver-fingered master finished scolding Henry, he was busy giving his own price.
"I, you can choose one of the master-level runes I have mastered to learn. I swear to Tourni that I will never hide anything! Ah, my waist!"
Seeing that the silver-fingered master still refused to give up, Henryd moved his butt and changed his position, and the master screamed.
Thinking of the master-level tracking runes mastered by Master Silverfinger, Snorri's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.
On the way here, he was salivating over this magical rune that gave the cannonball the ability to guide. However, the silver-fingered master bit it to death and could only use the seal-carving method of the master-level flying rune in exchange for equal value.
But unfortunately, this rune was directly generated by the original system, and Snorri didn't know its seal-carving method, so he had to give up.
Considering that he had to leave 500 revival points to carry out a ritual that exerted an energetic effect on his father Thorgrim, Snorri only had enough points once, so he used Henryd-Dragon Slayer's powerful combat power and the master tracking rune. There is a tangle between the wonderful uses of .
Although he wanted to say "I want them all", Snorri was still a dwarf who stuck to his principles. He could not do such a mouse-like behavior as using cheap temporary effects to deceive the kind elders and filial warriors in front of him.
Seeing that Snorri had difficulty making a decision, the two dwarves entangled on the ground also began to think about how they could add more weight. At this moment, the two dwarves who came together destroyed the brief peace.
The richly dressed man on the left is the leader of the second largest clan in the local area who is currently the internal affairs manager of Torrent Pass, and the one on the right is the captain of King Serendine's Hammer Guards.
The arrival of these two dwarves completely freed Snorri from the troubles of choice. He finally realized that he had just been blinded by the greed in his nature.
Regardless of whether he bestows divine favor on any of them, he is undoubtedly telling the tribesmen that he has the power to influence the decisions of the ancestor goddess. In this case, facing the tribesmen who are deeply attracted by the energy, he is afraid that he will not be able to leave on his own. Zhu Fuba!
Thinking of this, Snorri stood up straight and said, "Everyone, don't rush to speak. Please listen to me!" He cleared his throat and spoke.
"Whether the Ancestral Goddess bestows divine grace, what type of divine favor she bestows, and who she bestows divine favor on are beyond my control or influence! I would like to swear in the name of the Ancestral Goddess!"
Snorri paused.
"Anyway, the rituals I perform through the system are not really a gift from God. In order to revive the mountain kingdom, the ancestor goddess must understand me!" He secretly explained to the mother goddess in his heart,
Snorri went on to say: "What you swear to is as solid as a rock!"
Seeing this battle, the two dwarves on the ground silently separated and each dusted off the dust on their bodies.
The two new dwarves opened their mouths as if they wanted to say something, but in the end they turned around and left.
For those favored by gods, swearing in the name of the gods they serve is undoubtedly the heaviest oath. Several dwarves could only choose to believe this.
In dwarf society, the lowest level oath is to swear on one's own honor, followed by oaths in the name of family or clan, and more importantly, oaths in the name of ancestors.
If the oath sworn in the name of their ancestors is broken, dwarves will, without exception, choose to become butchers and seek an honorable death to wash away their shame.
Regarding the oaths sworn in the name of their family or clan, some tribesmen with a strong sense of honor will also consider embarking on the path of butcher.
Originally, the highest level of oaths taken by the dwarves was in the name of the ancestral gods. However, since the ancestral gods had not performed any miracles in the thousands of years before Snorri, the Goddess of Choice, was born, this The oath of rank gradually became a spoken word due to the loss of a strong impartial person.
"I can finally have a good sleep!" Looking at the four dwarves walking away, Snorri sighed in relief and climbed back onto the bed.
Early the next morning, he came to the Rune Blacksmith Guild in Riptide Pass. From the appearance, compared with the spacious headquarters hall of Eternal Peak, this place is more like a rune workshop with a slightly larger entrance than a guild hall.
In fact, this is also true. The only guild members here are Master Silverfinger and his small group of apprentices. In this city dominated by engineers, the status of runesmiths is far inferior to that in other places that respect tradition.
In spite of the slight disturbance of the previous night, Snorri was received with great enthusiasm.
Every colleague has full interest and respect in him, the disciple of the most powerful rune master in the world and the youngest rune master since Tourni.
Snorri spent the morning explaining his knowledge and understanding of rune magic, and then answered questions from some guild members. After the exchange, Snorri took a burning rune as a thank you gift and went to the canteen of the fortress to have a meal.
This rune is the flagship product of the Riptide Pass Rune Blacksmith Guild. It allows the cannonballs fired by war machines to have a burning effect. In addition to causing additional fire damage, it can also intimidate some enemies who are afraid of fire.
As soon as he entered the cafeteria, Snorri saw Brock Daminson standing on the dining table from a distance, waving his very recognizable prosthetic leg.
While drinking beer, he loudly told the dwarves around him about the process of receiving divine grace. "The effect of this energy is really remarkable!" Seeing his dancing performance, Snorri thought to himself.
With the flow of people, Snorri came to the table where Bullock was standing. After hearing this simply, Snorri almost laughed out loud.
For most of the day, Bullock told this story countless times. After his continuous polishing, the ancestral goddess who originally had "long blond hair that swept the floor" has become more vivid.
His measurements and facial features seemed to be constantly changing according to the applause, cheers, and how drunk Bullock himself was.
The original "gently caressing the top of his head with my hand" turned into kissing his forehead at some point.
Bullock, who was standing on the table, spotted Snorri in the crowd. He jumped down from the table and gave Snorri a warm hug.
It doesn't matter that Bullock has finished eating, Snorri can only eat with one hand and touch his head with the other and keep repeating "May the ancestor goddess bless you!"
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