"I can tell you clearly, my dear human friends, Skaven are everywhere, and they have existed since the beginning of your empire!" Snorri said in a low voice.
"Between the mountains and in the tunnels you have ignored, my people have fought bloody battles with them for thousands of years! Although they are the latest opponents to appear, there is information about them in the book of great hatred kept by my father. The provisions are no less stringent than those of any other race!”
Snorri's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Viscount Thompson's heart one after another. He knew that the dwarf prince in front of him would not and had no need to lie to him, but it was still a little difficult to accept that the story that had been regarded as an urban legend and only heard about Yile was actually reality.
"Then what should I do?" Seeing that the convoy had finished and Snorri got on the blue sheep and prepared to enter the city with the convoy, Viscount Thompson spoke faster.
"Check your sewers! Let the sewer cleaners be more vigilant and report the situation to you every day!" Snorri gave his advice calmly,
After wiping out the rat infestation in the Empire, Mandred, the Rat Exterminator, knew that the Ratmen might come back at any time, so he established a force specifically responsible for patrolling the sewers to prevent any eventuality.
Although the emperor was assassinated, the force he formed survived and later evolved into the sewer cleaners.
This job can be called the lowest and most disgusting of all jobs in the old world. If there is an option, it may be better to work as a turtle in a brothel.
Snorri knew this profession from the story of Gotrek, the most failed butcher. Sewer cleaners need to crawl along narrow sidewalks in the dark, and if they slip, they will fall into the stench of feces and garbage. In sewage.
In addition to these "natural" threats, it is foreseeable that almost all undesirable evils will choose to happen in dirty sewers.
Seeing some deformed, corrupted mutant monsters, witnessing some strange cult rituals, or being blocked by giant rats walking upright are all things that may happen at any time. These make sewer cleaning a high-risk job.
"To be honest, although my people are all good at fighting underground, I think you may not be able to afford to let them dig out the sewers! You know, just deodorizing our beards is a huge sum of money! "
When Viscount Thompson wanted to say something else, Snorri blocked his mouth in advance. To be honest, he doesn't want to dig out the sewers himself, and he doesn't want to force his clansmen to do it after comparing his feelings with others. His title of "generous person" is not enough!
Snorri caught up with the blue sheep and followed the convoy. They would go directly to the dwarf settlement here.
Outside the mountains, dwarves generally live in clans, but these clans are not bound to specific guilds. The clan leader and elders will be responsible for the day-to-day operations of the entire clan.
When more than one clan lives in the same Imperial settlement, they form a council of elders to govern the Imperial dwarf community. This is actually similar to the management method of the fortress in the mountains.
In fact, according to Snorri, the structure of the dwarf community in the human empire is not much different from that of a fortress.
What he saw before him was a literal "city within a city." It was a ring-shaped, compact, stone-built complex no more than two stories high by human standards. The only way to enter the complex is through the heavy door at the front.
The outer buildings are like real city walls. There are no small doors in the outward direction but there are small windows facing the external area for possible trade communication. Of course, Snorri knew that when the situation was critical, these small windows could also be transformed into reliable shooting holes.
Since the first human emperor Sigmar, every time the human emperors in the past asked the dwarves for help, they were asked to grant some privileges to the dwarves living in the empire.
Over time, the laws of the Human Empire recognized the right of the dwarf community to self-defense and self-regulation, and local administrative and law enforcement departments had no right to intervene on these issues.
Even if they are really forced to the point of desperation, many people in the local government hope that when the town is invaded again by greenskins or undead, the dwarves can let them in to escape. After all, this city within the city will undoubtedly be able to defend it for a longer time. .
At the moment, the gate to the settlement is not closed. A small group of dwarves are waiting at the door. Seeing the convoy gradually approaching, the leader of the white-bearded old man stepped forward and bowed his hand.
"The person here is the divine choice of the ancestor goddess, the son of the co-owner of the mountains, Master Snorri the Generous?" The old dwarf's voice was lively and inconsistent with his age. This was the long-bearded man among the mountains. Very rare in these people.
"Good afternoon, respected elder!" Snorri jumped off the back of the blue sheep and returned the salute.
"Please come in! People from the mountains, you can call me Stonemason. I am a master stonemason!" The old dwarf introduced himself while leading the convoy into the settlement.
As the motorcade entered, although the sun had not yet set, the tribesmen still became lively. Snorri, accompanied by the settlement administrators, arrived at the center of the place.
Without a doubt, the center of life in any dwarf district is the tavern. Larger dwarven settlements have as many as ten or more taverns, but even the smallest settlements have at least one.
The tavern in front of me is no less impressive than any other fortress. "This is my son's property. That mustache thinks that masonry is not as profitable as this! But I think the traditional craftsmanship still needs to be passed on. You What do you say?" Elder Stonelayer said to Snorri.
From the perspective of almost every tribesman who meets him for the first time, Snorri, shrouded in layers of halo, should undoubtedly be a loyal defender of tradition. For this reason, Snorri always had to spend some time correcting his inherent prejudices.
"That's natural, but I'm also happy to embrace new things, as long as it helps the development of the Mountain Kingdom."
The group of people chatted while walking to the second floor of the tavern. The second floor is a number of independent compartments, which can be used as private rooms or as a meeting place.
"Welcome! With you and your hammer guards here, we wanderers who have left home can be considered as having a backbone!" After everyone sat down, the master stone mason stood up and toasted the first glass of wine.
Snorri knew what he meant. Due to Dieter IV's betrayal, Thorgren-the Resentment was recorded in the Book of Great Hatred, and the stupid emperor moved the capital to Al, the capital of Reikland. Daofu, these tribesmen who have lived in Reikland for a long time are a little embarrassed.
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