Snorri's behavior undoubtedly conveyed this meaning to the elders of Karak-Azgraz:
I, Snorri Thorson, am the Chosen One of the Ancestral Goddess, the son of the High King, the apprentice of Master Krag the Harsh, and a member of the Drazkrad clan that rules the Eternal Peaks.
I'm not targeting anything in the warehouse, I'm saying that the things that everyone on the site considers treasures are just garbage in my opinion! Since they are all rubbish, just take something interesting and forget it.
Suffering such humiliation, these old dwarves felt ashamed. But these guys, whose energy has been worn away, can neither get angry nor dare to take the butcher's oath.
After all, Snorri didn't really say anything offensive, the previous content was just their imagination.
At the same time, with their age and strength, if they become butchers, they will basically have to report to the ancestor gods as soon as they can't reach Karak Kaderin. They also want to enjoy more power!
"Uncle Morns, I think you are an old fool! Acting like this in front of the Mother Goddess will bring shame to our entire Dauntless Fortress!" Lord Savak said to the old dwarf who was the first to jump out to attack.
"You should go back and recuperate! I think the position of the city's internal affairs officer can be handed over to your eldest nephew!" Lord Savak obviously listened to Snorri's suggestion just now, and he cleverly grasped this suggestion. Chance.
Hearing this, the elders around them all drew a clear line with this Moens. They were all very old. They didn't want to offend Snorri and then be quoted in front of the Mother Goddess.
"You are so generous!"
"You show kindness without seeking repayment, and your character is as noble as mithril!"
"As expected of a person favored by the Mother Goddess! Such generosity is a legacy from ancient times!"
The dwarf elders of Dreadnought all praised Snorri to ease their embarrassment. Of course, they can't say that their own things cannot be appreciated by Snorri. They can only start from the point of helping enthusiastically without asking for anything in return.
Snorri didn't say much when he saw this. He knew that it was best to keep a smile and a sense of mystery at this time. Amidst the praise, he returned to his guest room on the upper level of the fortress and locked the precious gear in the safe.
Next, Snorri stayed in the background and continued to study the rune magic at hand. On the third night, Balin and Tommy knocked on Snorri's door.
"Cousin! You are really extraordinary! If it were me, I would definitely pick the most expensive one when I go in!" Cousin Tommy said with a mixture of confusion and admiration.
"Yes, your generosity is being spread everywhere in the tavern! Everyone calls you Snorri the Generous!" Balin added.
Yes, as Snorri was willing to reward his subordinates at Mountain Lake Castle before and was not greedy for loot; he took the initiative to add money to buy technology from the wanderers; he repeatedly refused donations at Fort Horn; he distributed full war bonuses in front of Fort Fearless. , buy fine wine at your own expense for the tribesmen to enjoy;
In addition, after providing help at noon the day before, he only received a gear as reward. These deeds were spread intentionally or unintentionally, and the tribesmen began to call him the nickname "The Generous One".
Snorri was very happy to hear this. He had always wanted a nickname with moral character. In his opinion, this is the highest value category he can get at this stage.
Moral character nicknames highlight a person's selflessness. If a rat man is dubbed loyalty, a goblin is dubbed brave, and a troll is dubbed wisdom, then everyone who hears it will recognize it immediately. The guy is extraordinary, and the same goes for the dwarves who are known for being stingy.
In contrast, nicknames for strength should highlight fewer attributive words and a larger scope. Just imagine if the three people who fell in love and killed each other in Bafeng Mountain could replace the three words "Bafeng Mountain" before the main character, war general and war god, or replace it with "mountains", and "world's edge mountain range" would be better. With a large scope, the level of domineering has undoubtedly reached a new level.
Snorri currently doesn't have a nickname for his strength. If he insists on getting one, he might be "the first rune master of the younger generation", "the God of Killing in the Western Mines of the Silver Road", etc. It would be a bit ridiculous to say it. .
As for the weapons and physical features, they are even less impressive. "The choice of the respected goddess - Flying Hammer Snorri!" Snorri would laugh even thinking about such an incongruous combination.
"Cousin, what are you laughing at?" Balin couldn't help but asked as he watched Snorri smirking in a daze. In his opinion, Snorri's addiction was undoubtedly getting worse.
"Nothing, nothing! I just want to tell you a truth," Snorri thought for a while and decided to mention these two relatives.
"We should use our surplus to exchange for what we are in short supply! Only when such lovely things as gold can flow can they have real value." Bahrain didn't understand, but Tommy was thoughtful after listening.
After Snorri arranged for them to be responsible for coordinating the delivery of the organ cannon, he lay back on the bed again. It was time for him to make plans for what would happen next for himself and his eldest brother.
Thinking about it in Snorri, marrying his eldest brother should be a certainty. With the character of dwarves who attach great importance to promises, the Lord of Breeze Castle has no reason to break his promise as long as there is no big mistake.
As for the so-called assessment, it is difficult to say whether it is just a formality, but Snorri feels that with his wits and the war hammer in his hand, it should not be difficult to take care of some young people from a small place.
After the battle with Skarsnik, Snorri re-evaluated his own strength. Although the Night Goblin Warmaster's personal strength is ranked last among the legendary lords of all races, the so-called wisdom should be based on the standards of green skins.
But in any case, this also proves that he has a certain amount of self-protection capital, at least he will not fall into the hands of some unknown people easily.
But when it comes to his Doomsday Anvil, Snorri still has no clue. His father, Thorgrin - the Hater, only gave himself the news that "Breeze Castle has an extra body" and a theoretically sufficient amount of funds, but he did not know the specific information at all.
It’s no wonder that his old father, as the supreme king of the mountains, can do this, which is considered to be the most benevolent and righteous. If it goes too far, then there is no way that such things as seeking to seize ancestral treasures from other cities for his own son will be spread. Not nice.
Snorri now needs all kinds of information about this anvil of doom. What is its condition and does it need restoration? Who exactly wants to monetize it and turn it into pledge money that can be used in a variety of ways?
Who else wants to keep this treasure in Karak Zfulin for whatever reason, even if the pearl is covered in dust for a period of time. Only by understanding this will he gain some initiative during negotiations.
