Looking at Snorri who was already drunk, Bergman felt a little interested.
"Young men with short beards can't drink enough! But it doesn't matter. The Mother Goddess can hear it. What if she thinks I'm doing a good job and gives me a divine favor? But it's best not to get involved with the cloth that was used to lock the rapids. Just like Locke, Bergman is very energetic!"
Bergman quickly adjusted his mood, but unfortunately he didn't know that Snorri had to be awake to receive this divine favor.
"Come on, let's go to the back door. Over there is the greenhouse where I select malt! If you want beer to taste good, top-quality malt is indispensable..."
Snorri could no longer remember the rest of the story. When he woke up from the guest room, the first news he got was that it was dinner time.
When he reached the cafeteria in a daze, another round of more sumptuous meals awaited him. This time Snorri was directly forced to drink, and soon his consciousness, which was not sober in the first place, completely collapsed.
Early the next morning, Snorri struggled to wash up and immediately climbed onto his blue sheep without eating breakfast.
He was frightened by the enthusiastic tavern employees during the two meals the day before. Snorri was horrified to find that his lamb was walking a little wobbly, probably because the feed was mixed with some distiller's grains.
Although Snorri couldn't stand it, the dwarves who were traveling with him were in high spirits, and they kept praising the fine wine and food here.
The Eternal Hammers are quite respected following the High King. Ordinary Hammer guards have never received such treatment before, and they all expressed that their trip was not in vain.
Returning to Karak-Domar, Snorri rested directly in his room until the day of departure. This time the proportion of humans in the caravan has increased a lot.
After leaving the main entrance of the fortress, the convoy arrived directly at Blackfire Pass. This is a place stained with blood since ancient times. The huge black cliffs were towering, with unnaturally straight edges.
In the great earthquake that kicked off the dark ages of the dwarves thousands of years ago, a huge volcanic eruption tore apart the black mountains and created this pass.
The lava from the volcano tore up the earth's surface, forming the strange landforms here. The geographical importance of this pass is self-evident. It is an important pass against the badland greenskins.
At the beginning of the establishment of the Human Empire, the combined human and dwarf forces led by Sigmar, the first human emperor, and Kurgan Ironbeard, the then High King of the Dwarves, defeated a huge army of goblins and green-skinned orcs at the Blackfire Pass, and Drive them east of the World's Edge Mountains.
In the 15th year of the Imperial Calendar, Kurgan Ironbeard was drowned and captured by the greenskin frenzy while traveling in the old world. Then Chief Sigmar, who received a request for help nearby, led a team to slaughter the orcs and rescued him.
In order to express his gratitude, Kurgan gave Sigmar his heirloom - the hammer Gelmaraz, which means Skull Crusher in Dwarf language, and signed a friendly trade treaty.
This battle was a testament to the covenant between humans and dwarves and ensured the survival of the nascent human empire.
Since then, around the Blackfire Pass, humans and dwarves have fought countless battles with the greenskins. The most recent one was the opportunity for Snorri to cross, the Battle of the Iron Gate a few months ago.
Since a great battle had just passed, Blackfire Pass was much quieter now. Snorri looked at this place, which occupied a large amount of space in both the Book of Dwarf Hatred and the history of the Empire. He felt a lot, that is, for the sake of nature. (maybe the Demon Clam Lords), and also for the ancestors’ continuous struggle for survival.
After spending half a day passing through the Blackfire Pass, Snorri and his convoy once again entered the dim leyline network. Their next stop was Karak-Ancazar, the Forged Iron Citadel.
This is the first stop in the Black Mountains. Although Forge Iron Castle is not a large dwarf stronghold, it is still an important fulcrum of the mountain kingdom.
The completeness of the leyline network here is much worse than that in the World's Edge Mountains. Judging from the sporadic goblins that were easily killed along the way, the wrought iron castle's ability to control the surrounding areas is also relatively poor.
On the second day, Snorri had to lead his men to clean up the collapsed leyline network in order to allow the carriage to pass.
After spending an extra day, the team finally arrived at the Forged Iron Castle four days later.
The dwarf lord stationed here is named Kilby Thundercloud, and he shows great enthusiasm for this annual caravan.
From the relatively scarce dishes at the Jie Feng Banquet, Snorri knew that the living standards of the dwarves here were relatively average.
"Welcome to your arrival, my dear Goddess. After hearing about the resurrection of the Mother Goddess, every son of the mountains is very excited!" This middle-aged dwarf, who was a little older due to the dual pressure of life and war, prepared a speech for the banquet. Made an opening speech.
When the banquet came to an end, Snorri and Lord Thundercloud sat on the stage and had a long talk.
"Does Gulu's waaagh have a big impact on us here?" Snorri asked.
"It's not bad. This news came all the way from Breeze Castle. We sealed the fortress gate in time. The damn greenskins gave up on our stubborn stone and ran to the Blackfire Pass after one tentative attack."
Lord Thundercloud took a sip of beer: "He is indeed a rare goblin warmaster. There are so many dwarfs in his waaagh. When I looked down from the city wall, I almost thought it was a human wheat field!" To this day! , he felt lingering fear.
"Hahaha, your metaphor is really interesting. I haven't seen a human wheat field yet, but I heard that bombarding goblins with cannons is as easy as harvesting wheat!" Snorri changed the topic to arms.
"Well, I saw it on the city wall of Karak-Domar when I was young. When dozens of cannons fired at the same time, what dared to face their wrath?" Lord Leiyun answered in a cooperative manner.
"Yeah, why didn't I see it here just now? Oh, it must be arranged at the main entrance of the fortress." Snorri started to lead like every profiteer.
"Granny, sir! We in Ancazar don't have that stuff. All we have here are ballistae and hate trebuchets!" Lord Leiyun smashed his wine glass.
"How could this happen?" Snorri was really shocked this time, "There is a cannon in my fleet!"
"Well, you have to ask King Arik Rufusun of Karak-Horn." Lord Thundercloud sighed.
Snorri knew that Karak-Horn, also called Horn Keep, was the most important dwarf fortress in the Black Mountains and the next stop for his caravan.
"Arik, he is not as old as me, but somehow he is more conservative than our ancestors in this world!" Lord Leiyun continued.
"There is almost no room for engineers in the Horn Castle under his management! If I want artillery, there is no place to buy it."
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