Although Snorri understood the embarrassing situation of these imperial dwarves, he was unable to change it. After all, he can be said to be a direct victim of Dieter IV's betrayal.
Before this hatred clause is liquidated or crossed out, the tribesmen in front of them can only pray to the ancestors and gods, and then try their best to protect themselves.
After drinking for three rounds, the elder Stonelayer brought the topic to the current matter. "Do you know about the discovery of the Skaven by your human friends?"
After receiving Snorri's affirmative answer, the older dwarf turned to him for help. Snorri was a little strange about this.
"With all due respect, elder, I don't know what the density of living in our settlement is, but based on what I've seen along the way, there are probably six to seven hundred tribesmen here, right?" Snorri asked, holding his beard.
"Yes, in fact, sometimes there may be more. Helmgart is a trading town. During the peak season of ore mining, there will be many stores selling gold, silver, lead ingots, iron ingots, and stone mined from the mountains. The clansmen have settled here." The elder stonelayer burped.
"Then I think we should have enough self-protection capabilities here, right?" Snorri stroked his beard. Judging from the dwarves' two-to-one male to female population ratio and age division, it should be possible to pull it out here. There are about four hundred fighting tribesmen.
Even if they are the most ordinary dwarf warriors or heavy crossbowmen, four hundred people relying on the fortress are enough to deal with most threats. What's more, the actual ratio is definitely more than this.
Although the empire's dwarves may not have as much wealth as the tribesmen in the mountains, they are more willing to spend money to arm themselves. After all, there are more threats on the plains than in the mountain fortresses.
"Ahem! Theoretically yes, but there was a little accident." The face of the stone masonry elder turned slightly red. For these tribesmen who had stayed away from the mountains and took the initiative to seek a life in human society, they turned back to the mountains. It is somewhat shameful for a dwarf to ask for help.
"We have a young man here, his name is Undermg. He is, um, a very adventurous mustache." The old dwarf considered his words, and he could see that Undermg was a difficult man. Complex figures of evaluation.
"The adventurous spirit I am talking about is not based on the standards of the Karak people, nor the standards of us plains dwarves, but the standards of our friends in the Reikland."
"Then he is really a talent!" Snorri praised. The adventurous spirit is undoubtedly rare in a conservative race like dwarves. "So what did Undermg do?"
"He, he organized a dwarf mutual protection association, well, that's it..." Elder Stone Mason's words were vague, and it seemed that what Undermg did was a bit beyond his ability to express.
"To put it simply, it is to connect the surrounding settlements together. If one party is in trouble, all parties will support it!" A middle-aged dwarf strong man held a large meat plate in his hand and two barrels of beer in his arms. My stomach pushed open the door of the private room.
"Come, my son! Tell Master Snorri about Ender!" The arrival of the tavern owner saved the elder Stonelayer from his embarrassment.
"I don't know much. He was an orphan. He fled here from a fallen settlement and grew up under the care of everyone." The bar owner scratched his head and recalled.
"He has developed a lot of good skills. He has followed all kinds of heroes and learned a few tricks from everyone. After all, he doesn't have an inheritance to inherit, so it's good to be an adventurer."
The bar owner licked his lips, and Snorri smiled and poured him a glass of beer as well.
"How dare you do this!" The boss quickly waved his hand and declined.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! According to legend, don't the ancestors and gods also have fun together with everyone?" Snorri didn't take it seriously. He was a pragmatic person and didn't care about these false etiquette.
"Andemuge, later grew up to be an outstanding ranger. During those days, there were a lot of fresh game on my tavern menu!" Recalling those days, my saliva is dripping from under the boss's beard.
"But he soon became dissatisfied with this. He left the settlement and traveled around. I don't know what happened in the middle, but every time he came back, he would add a lot of stories to my tavern."
"Hmm, what next?" Snorri drove for several days in a row. Although it was not very hard, it was still necessary to eat and sleep in the open. He signaled to the tavern owner to speed up the process so that he could take a hot bath and sleep well.
"Then, a group of mustaches gradually gathered around him, most of whom were like-minded people. They formed an adventure group and made a name for themselves by virtue of our bravery and being true to our word as sons of the mountains."
"Very good! Very good!" Snorri praised a few words. He became interested in Undermg. Growing from an orphan to a leader is undoubtedly a very inspiring story.
"With that stupid pig Dieter IV taking the throne, our life has become even more difficult!" the tavern owner continued, which resonated with the imperial dwarves in the room.
"Persecution! Slander!"
"That stupid pig! As timid as a mouse but as greedy as a breeder pig."
"He has broken the ancient covenant!"
The tribesmen in the room yelled and cursed, and Snorri also echoed a few words. As mentioned before, his own time travel was inseparable from the stupid pig's betrayal of the covenant and the military front of the dwarves. Snorri wouldn't thank him for that.
"Jealousy of our influence and wealth flourished in his court. He and his horde of courtiers concocted several laws to raise taxes on us to satisfy his rampant material desires!"
Snorri knew of Dieter IV's greed, and he also knew that the emperor would, a few years later, grant autonomy to Marienburg, the largest commercial center and port city in the entire Old World, for a large bribe, and was outraged by this. The electors were deposed.
Without waiting for Snorri to respond, the boss continued, "The passage of these laws has brought a heavy tax burden to us. Many tribesmen have been harassed and even detained for failing to meet the unreasonable demands of the Imperial Treasury. Their property Confiscated."
"How could this happen?" Snorri was shocked when he heard this. "Why didn't I know? Didn't anyone tell my father the news?"
"His Majesty the Supreme King may have a general idea, or he may not. After all, not much time has passed. Damn, if I haven't changed my mind by the time of the Hatred Conference, I, an old man, will read a book in the grand throne room!"
Only then did Snorri realize that the dwarves, as an immortal species, have a different concept of time than humans. Their resilience and willingness to solve their own problems also actively hindered the spread of news.
Thanks to the Tibetan sea area for the monthly ticket, falling flowers and praying for dreams, the key to the circle, and the vb monthly ticket for sleeping.
