Snorri first washed away the blood and fatigue with hot water, and then used the rune transmitter in his hand to send a message to Lord Porok in Karak Norn in the order of long-short-long, informing him of the successful rescue. news.
After he finished all this, he briefly took care of his armor and weapons and then lay down on the bed to rest. But what he didn't know was that the war that just happened also caused fluctuations in the subspace.
In the fortress of illusion that spits out strange blue flames, the Raven God is sitting behind the Well of Eternity. It is said that the answers to all questions are hidden at the bottom of the gloomy well.
The Great Deceiver and the God of Magic stared at the water in the well countless times in the distorted time and space, intently searching for clues that would allow Him to implement the unspeakable plan.
Suddenly, he noticed a wave of ripples in the Well of Eternity. "Oh? That interesting dwarf!" The Magic Bird God said to himself after looking at it for a moment.
"My loyal servant, come to me!" He said endlessly to the void around him.
As soon as he finished speaking, a twisted portal opened in the void. In the blue-pink halo, a blue bird-like demon stepped out. He was a huge creature covered with feathers, with a carrion bird head growing on it. On the shaky drooping neck.
This is a great demon of Tzeentch - the ever-changing demon. In principle, a kaleidoscope does not consider it necessary to maintain consistency in color, appearance, or even shape, but out of respect for the gods they serve, they often appear in this form.
"My God, Zarok the Twister of Destiny has been summoned. What can I do for you?" The All-Changing Demon Lord bowed and bowed.
When he lowered his head, a pure red feather on his back was exposed. As his wings moved, four feathers with eye-like patterns that resembled peacock tail feathers were revealed on each of his left and right wings.
He was holding a staff and a dagger that seemed to be liquid mercury. The top of the staff was a large gold watch with countless twisted hands, and the dagger was shaped like an enlarged version of the hands.
The All-Changing Demon Lord is moody and skilled in magic. There are weird and terrifying thoughts and profound wisdom hidden under their eyes, but they are indifferent to reality, as if everything is their fantasy.
The Almighty Demon Lord was like a group of children playing with a giant anthill, poking the residents inside with sticks and then laughing at their bizarre and feeble resistance.
There is nothing more fun for them than destroying a world and rebuilding it again, causing a life or history itself to change its trajectory, or making some people's hopes come to an end and others ascending to supreme power.
"I discovered an interesting little guy before, in the world where the losers of the War in Heaven hide." Tzeentch's voice sounded slowly.
"Kill him?" Zarok made a throat-cutting gesture.
"No, not yet! Just keep an eye on him for me. Just now, this kid killed a guy who was favored by the crazy green gadgets, causing a little bit of destiny."
Tzeentch's voice echoed in the space. He patiently explained to his subordinates, Zarok the Twist of Fate. From his title to his feathers mixed with gold and colors, it was enough to show how extraordinary this great demon was.
The holy number of Tzeentch is nine, and the All-Changing Demon Lords are also divided into nine classes, each with a great title. However, unlike Khorne or Slaanesh, Tzeentch is fickle and even the most favored of the great daemons can fall out of favor in the blink of an eye.
There is no doubt that Tzeentch's ranking criteria are inexplicable and often appear unfounded even to his most intelligent servants. Currently, Zarok is deeply favored by the evil god.
"Report to me promptly if there are any new and interesting changes!"
"As you wish, the all-knowing and all-powerful Saint Trazech!"
Zarok flapped his wings slightly and flew out of the Fortress of Illusion. He would come to the mortal world to carry out his master's mission. Of course, Snorri did not know all this.
At dusk, Snorri was awakened by a knock on the door again. He tugged on his beard while adjusting his clothes.
The slight pain from his jaw told him that this was real, that he had really killed Skarsnik, the future warrior of Eight Peaks.
With the joy of victory, Snorri opened the door, and under the guidance of two local dwarves, he once again headed to the previous castle hall.
After an afternoon, Snorri found that the hall had been cleaned and swept again, adding a new festive atmosphere. Obviously, facing this fortress that had just experienced two sieges and the death of the old lord, the victory just now was something worth celebrating.
Snorri waved to the tribesmen along the way as he walked up the stage. He noticed that the Bretonnian knights and several leading humans in the convoy were also invited, and these humans sat at two tables by themselves.
This shows that as a fortress in the Gray Mountains, Karak-Azgraz is more open than the dwarf cities in the World's Edge Mountains.
"My tribesmen and human friends! Let us raise a toast together to celebrate today's victory!" The young Lord Savak was very excited. This can be said to be the first commendable happy event since he took over.
Fearless Castle is not a big dwarf fortress, and it is not easy to be the lord here. Due to the rising power of Chaos, more and more dwarves living outside the mountains or in small settlements are smelling something ominous.
The decisive ones among them voluntarily gave up their original business and returned to the mountains with their families in order to seek their own safety. There are also cases where the place of residence was invaded or even directly captured and they were forced to come back to seek refuge.
For large resource-rich castles such as Eternal Peak and Horn Castle, this influx of foreign dwarves has brought more labor and accelerated their own development.
But for small fortresses that were already suffering from a lack of resources, it brought even more pressure. The foundation of the dwarf clan is mining and forging, but there is no doubt that the content of underground mineral deposits is limited.
As for handicraft production, if the consumption power of the surrounding order races does not increase significantly, the increase in practitioners will only bring more competition.
In order to further develop agriculture, the land in the Gray Mountains is barren. The land available for cultivation is limited and has basically been developed. The new influx of foreign dwarves has even brought about food shortages.
This also affected Snorri's feeling that the local beer tasted bad at noon. The original wort concentration is an indicator that affects the nutrition and taste of beer, which is closely related to the amount of malt added during brewing.
How could the Dreadnaught dwarves, who were already suffering from food shortage, have enough malt when brewing? Snorri analyzed a lot through a simple glass of wine and his own observations and understanding along the way.
Thanks to Lenin for guiding the direction and giving rewards, Tianby, Melbourne Knight monthly pass
