"Manticore, you are so brave!" Snorri praised after hearing this.
Manticores are huge, lion-like beasts with leathery wings that allow them to fly through the sky. Of all the carnivores that inhabit the northern mountains, they are the most powerful.
The power of chaos' mutation makes them have different shapes. Some manticores have snake-like manes, others have skin like iron scales, and many manticores have poisonous stings on their tails. The blood of those who are stung seems to boil. Same.
However, all manticores are rabid killers filled with primal rage. They are very ferocious, so they will also be tamed by the dark elves and become the incarnation of Kane, the god of killing.
To the dwarves, such an agile and ferocious monster was more of a threat than the stupid giant.
"Originally, I heard that Karak-Wahn was entrenched in a group of greenskins, and I wanted to wipe them out first, but your brothers got there first." The dwarf butcher's voice was deep.
"Then someone told me that Prince Domgar of the Andegron clan was forming an army to recapture Karak-Eight Peaks, so he planned to go south to join his team in search of an honorable death."
"Didn't you say you came for me?" Snorri asked.
"Yes, when my guys and I replenished our supplies and prepared to go south, Prince Gnom said that you, the Chosen One of the Ancestral Goddess, will soon pass by here to go to Karak-Breeze Castle. We all agreed that in the Mother Goddess It will be more meaningful to wash away the hatred under the watchful eyes!"
He said a long paragraph, which made this butcher who had lived in the wilderness for a long time a little uncomfortable, "Therefore, I hope you can be a witness for us!"
Snorri is incompetent. He knows the fighting power of the Butchers. Although their numbers are small, they are definitely a significant enhancement to his fleet.
In the early morning two days later, the caravan set off again. With the addition of merchants from Riliu Pass, the number of the caravan was close to a thousand people.
Snorri, who was walking at the front of the team, had a brown goat with gold under his seat. This strong ram sprayed white air from its nostrils from time to time, and an additional pair of meteorite horns were added to its pointed horns. , adding a bit of murderous intent.
For these dwarves who had more or less witnessed divine grace, Snorri's reputation was at its peak, and no one raised any objections to his behavior of riding a sheep.
Snorri sat on the goat's saddle, resting his feet wearing legendary boots in the goat's stirrups, wandering around while secretly looking at the dwarves coming from Rapids Pass.
"These guys are all my competitors. How can I sell arms before them?"
Since he had a mount for transportation, Snorri felt that time suddenly passed faster. The road from Karak-Wane to Karak-Domar also belongs to the hinterland of the Mountain Kingdom. There are iron-breaking warriors patrolling along the way. Therefore, no young people dare to cause trouble.
After a night's rest, the convoy arrived at Karak-Domar early the next morning.
Lord Laurent Timekeeper, who had gone to Mountain Lake Castle to watch the ceremony, had high respect for Snorri, the goddess's choice.
He personally met Snorri and his convoy at the gate of the fortress with the Hammer Guards.
Looking at Karak Domar, Snorri found that it was very different from the several fortresses he had seen before.
First of all, the walls of the fortress are covered with traces of war. Although they have been repaired, there are still a lot of scratches and dents.
The second is the structure of the fortress. It is not mainly located underground like most dwarf fortresses. Instead, it is somewhat similar to a human castle.
This is because the original intention of establishing Karak-Domar was to control the Blackfire Pass, a strategic location connecting the Badlands and the Empire of Man.
Once the Blackfire Pass is lost, the greenskins of the badlands can rush into the human empire and do whatever they want. Whether it is out of eternal alliance or out of protection of the most important trading partner, the dwarves of the World's Edge Mountains are not willing to sit back and let this happen. things happen.
Of course, the defense of the greenskins in the badlands mainly depends on humans themselves. Karak-Domar can only serve as a fulcrum to contain and warn.
The Lord Laurent who guards here is famous for his ability to direct defensive operations. He has repeatedly defended isolated strongholds against waves of enemies and persisted until reinforcements arrived.
At the reception banquet, Lord Laurent lived up to Snorri's expectations and presented many high-quality wines.
For dwarves, fine wine can even be considered a strategic commodity. Dwarf ale is so nutritious that you can survive alone for several weeks after drinking it. There are also many warriors who feel their combat abilities are improved after drinking dwarf ale.
The most famous ale is brewed at the family malt distillery of Joseph Bergmann. This wine is sold well in all the cities of the Old World and the Dwarf Mountains,
Drinking this frothy ale can strengthen a person's will and make him immune to fear for ten hours. However, Bergman's malt liquor is so strong that one glass can hold up to four ordinary drinks.
"I heard at Eternal Peak that Bergman's brewery is near Karak-Domar. You must have a good time guarding here, right?"
Snorri gradually got used to the strength of the dwarf's brew. He drank two cups in a row and felt a little tipsy.
"Valaya, I hope so too!" Lord Lauren sighed, and the resolute dwarf, whose face looked like it was carved out of the rock, now turned slightly red.
"But that old guy, huh, relies on his good wine, and he doesn't listen to the announcement!"
"Is there such a thing?"
"That's right, let alone me. Your father, His Majesty Thor Greene, doesn't sell his face, let alone discounts. If you want old craft beer like No. 1 and No. 2, you have to queue up!" Lao Lao Lord Lun's little resentment towards Bergman was inspired by alcohol.
"Well, capable people tend to be a little arrogant, and many of my colleagues are like this." Snorri excused Bergman.
"Speaking of which, why did he build the winery here? No offense intended, I feel that Karak-Domar is a very vulnerable place."
In Snorri's opinion, such a top-notch winery should be built in the largest dwarf fortress.
"As far as I know, there are at least two reasons. The first is the water quality. His apprentice said that the water in Blackwater Lake is quite helpful for brewing." Lauren Timekeeper drank another glass of ale.
"The second thing is the geographical location. Karak-Domar is the westernmost point of the World's Edge Mountains. Whether you go west to the Black Mountains and Gray Mountains, or follow the World's Edge Mountains to the Iron Peak Castle in the south and the Butcher's Fort in the north. It’s very convenient, and drinks can be quickly delivered to every dwarf tavern in the human empire through the Blackfire Pass.”
Lord Laurent analyzed the geography of the dwarves clearly in just a few words.
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