"Oh? Killing a few trolls makes you feel good? Let me see, you are probably feeding the greenskins before you even get out of the gray mountains!" Fatis smiled crookedly and said to the old man The friend made a joke.
"Hmph! You should be careful. If I find the Holy Grail first, you won't have room to show your face. You, the 'Beast King's Broken Horn' Fatis Knight, humph!"
Just as the two elders began to bicker, the young Maldini looked at Snorri and spoke tremblingly.
"Dare I ask, dare I ask, are you the third son of the King of Mountains, Prince Snorri Thorson himself?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Hearing this, Snorri felt a little strange. The young man in front of him seemed to have not yet reached the age of memory loss.
"Oh my God! Your epic battle with Gollum in the Battle of Iron Gate has long been spread throughout our knight circle! Please sign my cloak!" Baldini grabbed it with eyes shining. Snorri.
"Wha, what? An epic battle?" Snorri was stunned. Viscount Ackerman and Knight Fatis also turned around when they heard the sound.
"What's wrong, my son, does the knightly virtue you talk about tell you that you should treat our savior like this?" Viscount Ackerman was a little annoyed.
"Lady of the Lake! This is Prince Snorri! His stories have been sung in the tavern these days!" Baldini was unmoved and continued to shout.
"What! It turns out to be you. The arrival of an old friend has blinded me! Please sit down!" Viscount Ackermann also became excited after hearing this.
"Why, has the name of Master Snorri spread so widely?" Knight Fatis was also a little dazed.
"He hasn't told you about this?" Martini asked, "Prince Snorri is really the embodiment of humility! Let me tell you about his achievements!"
Amid the stupor of the Knight of Phatis and Snorri himself, Maldini began his story with excitement.
"What I want to say is that this summer, the evil and cunning goblin King Gulu, the Big Belly King, caused harm to the Border Prince Territory and then tried to enter the territory of our friends on the other side of the mountain through the Black Fire Pass!"
Maldini got into the mood. It was obvious that the young knight had been listening to the minstrels' performances in the tavern.
"The King of the Mountains, Thorgrim - The Grudge Bearer, organized an army and set up battle in a dangerous place. He vowed to fulfill his eternal oath, and also to settle a large amount of heart-wrenching hatred! Prince Snorri goes out with the army, this is his first battle!"
Hearing this, Snorri nodded. This paragraph is currently in line with the truth. But what happened next left him speechless.
"Prince Snorri is a born warrior! The anger of the dwarf war god Grimnir burned in his chest! As soon as he saw the fat goblin sitting on its crudely made chariot entering the battlefield, he recognized this This is the greatest and deepest blasphemy against the ancestors and gods!”
Baldini grabbed his father's wine glass and took a sip. The alcohol further stimulated his enthusiasm. Viscount Ackermann was also in a trance, ignoring his son's rude behavior.
"Prince Snorri wielded the war hammer in his hand and headed straight for Gollum's chariot! It was really a killing! Along the way there were three, no, five goblin leaders, two orc war generals, and a follower. The Arachnari giant spider driven out of the deep forest!"
"Okay!" Knight Fatis shouted.
"The spider that is bigger than a house can suck out the life essence of its prey, leaving only some bones and skin residue. The hard shell on its body is a natural plate armor! You know, the bites of all big spiders The Devouring Capital contains highly toxic substances that can completely paralyze its victims, and that's not to mention, it carries a group of goblins on its back, and all enemy troops will be devastated when they see it!"
This section is a classic bard style. They are used to boasting about the majesty of the enemy to set off the hero's bravery.
"Of course, those who were afraid did not include Prince Snorri. He used his family heirloom warhammer-that weapon was no less inferior to Gelmalaz! He opened the gourd for them one by one! When he killed everyone When the Belly King Gulu is in front of him, behind him is a road of flesh and blood that even the Lord of Skulls would praise in person!" Maldini waved his arms as he spoke.
"Then what? Then what?" Knight Fatis had never heard of this story, and he was very interested.
"Then, Prince Snorri challenged Gollum loudly, and that was the 'Champion Showdown'!"
Snorri knew about the Champion Showdown, which was a popular form of one-on-one combat in the old world. The so-called champion was the best player on each team.
Generally speaking, the dwarf side's participant in the battle should be the lord himself, but if there is a great disparity in status between the two sides or the lord is old and frail, the strongest warrior in the mountain fort will fight on his behalf.
According to convention, unless it is the contemporary Phoenix King of the High Elves - Nautical King Fenubar who is personally conquering, Thorgren will never challenge anyone on the throne of power. Other lowly opponents are not worthy of the Ge in the palm of the King of Mountains. The Ax of Lymnir! In the previous battles, Uncle Dragon Hammer and Brother Gnom had done the work for him.
"Prince Snorri's extraordinary prowess shocked the cowardly greenskin! He even sat on the chariot and trembled and dared not get off!"
"What!?" Snorri shouted, this was too outrageous.
"Gulu, that timid and greedy guy, relied on the animals pulling his cart to run very fast on four legs, and barely managed to get around Prince Snorri. In the end, the brave prince lost too much energy because he had consumed too much energy in breaking through the enemy formation. Lost half a move!"
"Dirty! The Lady of the Lake is above! Its existence insults the spirit of chivalry!"
"Long live His Majesty William III! These green guys should be completely eliminated!"
The two older knights shouted. They let go of their original aristocratic etiquette and began to drink wine from the bottle.
"After that, the merciful Mother Goddess of the dwarves bestowed divine grace on Prince Snorri. Not only did he recover from his injuries and gain greater strength, he even shared the divine grace with others, making them energetic too. The power of being abundant and no longer tired!”
After Maldini finished telling the story he heard, Snorri, the protagonist of the story, was already on the spot. Except for the beginning and the end, which were barely realistic, the middle part was all the same!
"Praise the goddess!"
"Praise be to Prince Snorri!"
The three humans took Snorri and clinked their glasses enthusiastically.
Snorri suddenly had some realizations - a noble prince, a grand battlefield, a powerful opponent, a heroic bloody battle, and the blessing of the goddess.
When these elements are gathered together, it no longer matters how tall the protagonist is and whether he is riding a sheep or a horse. This is enough to drive every Bretonnian who yearns for the Holy Grail crazy!
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