"A hundred years later, if there is a chance, will I get the support of Desolate Castle?" Snorri repeated with confusion. "What does this mean?" he asked.
"The King Selection. Personally, as well as our elders from Karak Norn, we all believe that the current Mountain Kingdom needs a Supreme King who is committed to reform, at least to continue His Majesty Thorgrim's style." Rook replied.
"Your eldest brother Gnom, well, as far as I can tell, he is a great young man who respects tradition." He hesitated to speak.
"Ahem!" Although there was no one else around, Snorri still found it difficult to accept such straightforward remarks. He was very grateful to his elder brother for his help and care.
"Thank you for your support. If I really have the opportunity, I will do my best to make our mountains better. This is also the oath I made in front of the Mother Goddess!"
Snorri thought for a moment and spoke. Whether he could become the High King and gain the right to dominate the entire dwarf race was crucial to his destiny in changing the end. At this time, brotherhood can only be postponed for a moment.
"Wouldn't your father-in-law, the wealthy Lord of Lagos, have any objections to this?" Snorri asked with concern.
"Honored ancestors and gods, compared to your Drazkrad clan, their Greenzagos clan cannot compare in terms of heritage or prestige!
Traditionally, the biggest threat to you is the Butcher King of Karak-Kaderin, but by that time, it is probably his son, Prince Kragrim, who will stand for election. "
"Prince Kragrim?" Snorri thought of the owner of the pair of chain axes mentioned by Master Anvilbreaker.
"Well, he is Agrim's eldest son, and I heard he is also a brave warrior, but at present, his achievements are not enough to threaten you as the ancestor goddess's chosen one!" Lord Pojok analyzed. road.
"Why is this happening? Couldn't the Butcher King himself be a candidate?" Snorri was a little surprised.
"Well, this can be regarded as an unwritten rule. Generally, it is best for candidates not to be of the same generation as the original Supreme King, otherwise they will inevitably grow old and frail. If the change is made too quickly, the development of the mountains will be intensified under the death of people and the cessation of government. It's a bit tortuous." Lord Porrok knew that Snorri hadn't started to think about this matter yet, so he gave a more in-depth explanation.
"It's our first time meeting, why do you have so much confidence in me?" Snorri couldn't help but ask.
"Hahaha, it's very simple, young man!" Lord Pojok said, patting Snorri on the shoulder. "The only ones who are truly qualified to compete are less than a handful of people. Just like the Andegrand clan will run for election every time, but will any clansman really choose this king without a mountain fortress?"
"So there were more than a dozen tribesmen who competed with my father back then?" Snorri was interrupted mid-sentence.
"If there is a normal election, half of them have no chance of winning!" Lord Pojok said firmly. He took out his pipe and took a puff. Seeing this, Snorri was secretly worried that he would accidentally light the flame cannon. .
"Therefore, the number of people I can observe and bet on is very limited. Lord Serendine and President Bullock speak highly of you. In their letters, they both said that you are open to reforms, right?" Lord Porock stared at you. Snorri.
At this moment, Snorri realized that this dwarf lord, who was publicly insulted by the elders of the clan and suffered the incomprehension of many clan members, was by no means a mediocre person. He had a rather long-term vision.
"In my opinion, whether it is new technology or old tradition, as long as it can enhance the strength of our dwarves and help us revitalize the mountain kingdom, it is a good thing worth learning!" This is the third time Snorri has said this. , but it works as it should every time.
Lord Porrok was silent for a short while, smacking Snorri's words. Finally, he nodded and walked out of the hidden underground gun emplacement with Snorri.
When he came out to take a look, Snorri found that several of his Hammer of Eternity guards were pulled dozens of meters away by Lord Porok's personal guards, drinking and chatting.
This method of ensuring the privacy of the conversation made Snorri nod in his mind. The dwarves had loud voices and violent tempers, so it was already very difficult to keep it secret.
The two then visited other targeted defense facilities on the walls of the Desolate Keep. Snorri continued to marvel at the war wisdom of his people.
In Snorri's initial understanding, the dwarves were a race that developed very slowly, but now he understood that this was compared with the Skaven and humans who had developed very slowly, and compared with the proud pointed ears. , it can even be said that dwarves are embracing technology.
For thousands of years, the ancestors of Desolate Castle have studied the wood elves' attack methods very thoroughly, and everything these green ladies can do has been effectively targeted.
Prefer to invade through an air force of forest dragons, giant eagles and common falcons? The densely packed ballistae and repeating crossbows turned them into hedgehogs in an instant.
Like to harass quickly with cavalry, but not fast enough to bully dwarves? A large number of horses, traps and pits, let alone ordinary elf war horses and deer, even the giant stag cavalry will be restricted.
Are there any long-range arms with fast firing rate and high accuracy? The ancestors built a three-dimensional and multi-layered bunker, and the compatriots were all wearing heavy armor.
Flame cannons, iron dragon hand cannons, and even incendiary bombs with dwarf spirits as the core make it difficult for forest spirits such as treants, dryads, and dryads who fear fire.
As for why the lord led the elite infantry to launch a surprise attack, let alone whether the barely clothed wood elves could withstand the equally ferocious long-range firepower of the dwarves, even if they did rush to the city wall, they would be almost restricted by the low passage. You can only accept death by hand.
Snorri returned to his room after a half-day visit, taking some time to digest what he had seen and heard today.
The experience accumulated by his ancestors over thousands of years was not something that he could easily surpass with his fancier-level knowledge reserve in his previous life. It was still important for him to perfect the telegraph rules at hand as soon as possible.
The convoy will also stay in the Desolate Castle for nearly a week. This is because the nearby human merchants have trading channels with some wood elves. Although no dwarves are willing to admit it, the elves' goods are well received by the dwarves in this world. The welcome is quite good.
The forests of Athel Loren also produce many rare medicinal herbs and plant materials containing magical winds. These are high-end products worthy of being sold throughout the old world.
Although he has received the promise from Lord Porrok, Snorri has not taken much action at the moment. He has been living in seclusion except going to the local rune blacksmith guild to ask Master Earthshaker for advice on how to use the runes of wrath and destruction.
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