Next, Snorri stayed in the temple to watch the humans organize the aftermath and gave them some necessary advice. For example, after stripping away valuable things from the Storm Rats, they burned all the rat corpses to avoid the plague, etc.
Several horse-riding messengers set out overnight to Altdorf to report the latest situation to William III. The provincial corps also under the command of their captain wiped out the remaining rat men in the city.
When Helmgart's internal affairs officer began to count the amount of property and personnel damaged in the night attack, and temporarily recruited militiamen to participate in the defense to make up for the lack of troops, Snorri left Bahrain as his plenipotentiary diplomatic representative and returned. Dwarf settlement.
Looking at the faint morning light in the sky, Snorri let out a big yawn. After another night of hard fighting, he couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought that the person who was still alive yesterday afternoon had turned into a corpse parked in the temple today.
The war dead were not buried immediately. According to tradition, they should wait until the newly arrived temple priests to perform the last rites for them to ensure that the souls of these heroic warriors can smoothly go to the kingdom of Sigmar and not be desecrated by the evil god of Chaos.
Snorri considered that it was already winter and the temperature was relatively cold, so the corpse would not rot too quickly and spread the plague, so he did not stop it.
Of course, he knew that Sigma was currently trapped by Tzeentch in the Wind of Heaven, one of the eight magical winds, but there was no need to tell his human friends about this kind of thing. Snorri didn't want the witch hunters to come to his door.
To Snorri's surprise, the rat people did not try to attack again. It seemed that the Gray Prophet needed time to recover. Altdorf responded very quickly, and the new Lord of Helmgart arrived on the morning of the third day.
This was within Snorri's expectation. After all, there were only two or three important towns in Rickland besides the capital, so it was normal for the response to be fast.
However, Snorri also received news from Balin that the new city lord wanted to entertain him in a "private" name and express his gratitude to him and the dwarves.
Snorri stroked the beard on his chest, his mind starting to spin rapidly. Although he is a time traveler who knows the direction of history, he is not sure whether William III has the ambition to become emperor now.
In the original history, what really prompted Dieter IV to abdicate was his acceptance of bribes to grant Marienburg autonomy.
"Tell the new city lord that I am willing to accept the banquet, but I have to decide the place. It will be in this bar!" Snorri knocked on the table.
On the one hand, this is to ensure the privacy of communication. The new city lord has just arrived and his control over this place is not strong enough to the naked eye. Relatively speaking, the Sons of the Mountains are undoubtedly more trustworthy.
On the other hand, it is also to ensure safety, the assassination of the Death Running Rat can be vividly seen. At least, the dwarf settlements are not so easily infiltrated by ratmen. Many of the hillforts where the Empire's dwarves originally lived fell into their hands, and it was impossible not to take precautions when building new settlements on the plains.
This is no longer a question of whether to wear armor when dining. The Weeping Sword - a weapon made of warpstone and the unique forging technology from the Eastern Cathay Empire, has a strong armor-breaking effect. Viscount Thompson died due to carelessness before.
The anvil guard responsible for conveying the message took the order and left, and Snorri fell asleep again. He had to find a way to solve the problem that dwarves could never catch up with fleeing enemies because of their short legs. You can't always rely on ambushes in advance or rely on your own Storm Hammer.
The newly arrived Sir Monk is said to be a nobleman born as a witch hunter. He has accumulated meritorious deeds through years of fighting against Chaos believers. When he finally got tired of it all, he exchanged a knighthood for himself. .
At this stage, the former witch hunter was temporarily used to deal with the rat menace. When Snorri heard the news about Sir Monk that was either true or false, somewhere between a heroic epic and a horror story, he was somewhat suspicious.
As night falls, Manasrib, the twin sister of Evil Moon Morsrib, hangs high in the night sky. A guy wearing a fur coat, a dirty big-brimmed hat on his head, a bulging bag on his waist, and presumably carrying a weapon opened the door to the largest dwarf bar in Helmgart.
"We have an appointment, in the name of the ancestral goddess!" This human has a distinct northern accent and does not seem to be a native of Reikland.
"Karaz-a-Karak, the stairs are over there!" The bar owner quietly reported the number of the private room.
The dwarves who live outside the mountains like to use Dwarven language for landmarks in the mountains or other names for things around them, which expresses the dwarves of the empire's longing for their homeland.
With a "dong dong" sound of leather boots, the weird human walked up the stairs. From the sound of footsteps, it seemed that one of his legs was disabled. Although it was deliberately concealed, it showed a slight sense of procrastination.
"boom!"
Snorri, who was thinking, was startled by the sound of pushing the door open. He saw a tall human with a slight stoop kicked open the door, and he pointed a loaded short-handled musket forward.
"You son of a bitch, you are being disrespectful to the Supreme Prince!" Captain Glenson walked up to him with a war hammer. Although there was a big difference in height, this older dwarf warrior was not inferior to him in terms of aura.
"Hmph, have the dwarves in the mountains now reached the point where their mustaches are just a mouthful?" The visitor seemed to have seen many big scenes. He had no comment on Captain Glenson's threat and looked at Si Si who was sitting in the main seat. Nori said.
"Yes, I am the chosen one by the Mother Goddess Varaya, the rune master of the Drazkrad clan, the Storm Hammer Snorri Thorson!" Snorri said in a deep voice. Generally speaking, he is a generous person. This nickname is not suitable for him to give himself.
"Human, I have to remind you, it's good to be vigilant, but if you take it too far, huh, it will cost you your friends!"
"On the road to eradicating chaos, I never trust anyone but myself!" Human beings said this very arrogantly.
"Then why did you come here?" Snorri smiled when he heard this. This human said something tough, but he still ran over obediently.
The human was speechless, curled his lips, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Snorri. "Okay, I have to admit, relatively speaking, you dwarves are quite trustworthy!"
"Please!" Snorri pushed a glass of Bergmann's wine in front of the human.
"Tons!" The human was not polite and drank more than half of the cup in one gulp. "Hahaha, the dwarf beer is still exciting! I drank the grape juice in Altdorf for a long time and felt nothing but suffocation!"
"Why do you want to see me?" After three drinks, Snorri got to the point. He didn't have much time to stay here.
Thanks for the monthly ticket from Bald Erwuzai
