"I understand. When the team returns to the Eternal Peak, I will report what I saw and heard to my father. If it is convenient, you can entrust your difficulties and appeals to me in the form of letters. This is reasonable. thing."
Snorri is not qualified to intervene in this matter now. He has not obtained the relevant authorization in this regard, but he does not want to sit idly by and ignore the difficulties of his tribe. To some extent, these relatively open-minded imperial dwarves were more receptive to his plan to revitalize the mountain kingdom.
"That's not true..." The elder Stonelayer wanted to refuse, but Snorri directly interrupted him and motioned to the tavern owner to continue talking about Undermg.
"That is, in the face of the unfair treatment suffered by the tribesmen, Andemuge saw it and became angry in his heart! He and his people used various methods to fight against the injustice of the tribesmen who suffered."
As the boss spoke, he occasionally raised his head to look at Snorri's expression in order to maintain a reasonable standard of speech in front of those in high positions. This is undoubtedly a sense developed after working in the service industry for a long time.
Snorri is still indifferent to these, as long as he does not directly offend his relatives or the ancestor goddess, he is not very sensitive.
"As time went by, he found that the strength around him was still not enough. You know, our children of the mountains can't compare with those short-lived people in terms of population, let alone in their territory. !”
Seeing that Snorri was more indulgent, the tavern owner became more and more angry as he talked. It seemed that he had been exploited a lot during this time.
"Andemuge has made a mutual protection agreement with the enterprising young people in other settlements. No matter which settlement is tortured by the bastards, the tribesmen from other places will rush over to help. Right now, he is bringing Hundreds of people have gone to Gray Lady Pass!"
Snorri nodded repeatedly after listening to Undermg's story. In his opinion, Undermg was a guy with both ideas and abilities. If he had the chance, he would like to meet him.
"So there are not many young people in our settlement now, and we don't have the extra manpower to eliminate the rat people, right?" Snorri concluded.
Seeing the imperial dwarves in the room nodding frequently, Snorri smiled and drank the beer in his glass.
"Well, I allow you to hire the caravan guards to do what you need, but you have to figure out the specific details yourself! It's up to you whether there are applicants." Snorri finally relaxed,
"But you have to be quick! I have to get to Karak Zfulin before the New Year. This is my duty!"
He finally added that the duty of the caravan guards is to protect the convoy, and this will not be relaxed just because they enter the settlement. Allowing them to take on private work is already a kind of flexibility of Snorri.
"I understand, I understand! Thank you for your help!" The elder stonelayer was quite satisfied with this, and he immediately extended an invitation.
"By the way, do you have time to host a ceremony tonight? We wanderers who have left home have not bathed in the grace of our ancestors for too long."
Snorri certainly had no objections to this. He wouldn't mind doing this a few more times to enhance his influence, increase revival points, and promote the Mother Goddess' grace.
After agreeing on the specific time for the ceremony and the required sacrifices, Snorri moved his hands and feet and returned to his guest room.
He was not in a hurry about the evening ritual. Generally speaking, the temples of the dwarf ancestors and gods outside the mountains were usually located in the basement of the largest industry in the settlement. For the settlement of Helmgart, the temple is located underground in this tavern.
This is easier for Imperial dwarves who live alone in a village, who usually place a shrine to the grunni and clan ancestors in a corner of their cellar or workshop.
Just when Snorri was about to go back and relax for a while to adjust his condition, it was not peaceful in the sewers of Helmgart.
"Prophet, prophet, you have a beard!" A sharp and unclear voice rang out.
Gray Seer Cordru-Sharpclaw looked up from the filthy scroll before him. It covered its gray hair with a standard gray robe, and a pair of curly horns on its head further demonstrated the favor this mouse received from the Horned Rat God.
"Yes, yes! I know this!" Coderu swung its long tail, "Hasn't this been found out a long time ago? Five hundred, five hundred for the bearded thing! But they are all old, weak, sick and disabled!"
"Prophet, a new batch of bearded things have arrived, many, many!" the rat spy continued.
"A lot? It shouldn't be! It shouldn't be! Their beards should have been cut off by that, that big fat green skin!" Gray Prophet shouted. It was obvious that except for the Demon Bird God himself, there is no creature in the world who likes to plan and cannot catch up. Variety.
"Have the bearded things found out about Codru's plan? No, no! But they are difficult, difficult! More difficult than the human things!"
"What should we do? Do we, do we want to overthrow this human thing's fortress?" Another rat man in gray robes poked his head out from behind Coder Road.
This rat man looks very young. Compared with the twisted bone horns on the top of Codlu's head, its horns are at best bony protrusions protruding from the hair.
Most ratmen are as timid as goblins. In their rat creed, escape and turning are never derogatory terms.
"Hmph! Little Mouse, do you want Coderlu to fail to complete the task, task, and then be punished by the Gray Claw High Priest - Klitslik? Punishment?" Coderlu squinted his red eyes and stared at his young man. the descendants.
The Gray Seers are an independent clan, governed by a council of one hundred and sixty-nine powerful Skaven. This is because the Great Horned Rat's sacred number is thirteen, and the Rats chose the square of thirteen.
Every official Gray Prophet councilor has a high status in the Demon Rat Empire. In order to avoid the internal friction caused by the evil nature of the rat people's bloodline and ensure that everyone works together for the great cause of the Horned Rat God, formal gray prophets are strictly prohibited within the Gray Prophet Council. The prophets fought openly against each other.
If a Gray Prophet violates the rules, he will be kicked out of the Council, stripped of his title of official Gray Prophet, and placed on a wanted list.
But the problem is that it is almost impossible for young juniors to become official Gray Prophets by waiting. These guys can release powerful Skaven magic and know the technology of using warpstone to make life-extending potions.
The current High Priest of Gray Claw has a life span of hundreds of years, which is unimaginable for short-lived species like the rat people.
If they want to ascend to power smoothly and enjoy the servants, lifespan, mating rights, etc. that come with power, the new Gray Prophet candidates can only find a way to kill an official member, and then inherit everything from it.
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