Snorri patiently listened to Princess Pamela analyze to him the salient characteristics and areas of expertise of several potential challengers before he prepared to bring the topic to his own concerns.
"That's about it!" Princess Pamela, like every traditional dwarf, couldn't close her chatterbox for a long time. She was very satisfied with the importance that Snorri, the goddess's choice, paid to her marriage.
Snorri was forced to listen for a long time to the heroic deeds of the young blacksmith in the Carcassonne settlement, the bad-horned scourge of the mines in the southwest of the Ardennes Forest and the surrounding vast areas, and so on.
In a race like dwarves that respects age and experience, tribesmen who are similar to him or slightly older often have not established any commendable achievements, and their simple nicknames are not enough in front of Snorri.
"Ah, sister-in-law, I know what you said! Don't worry, I won't embarrass my elder brother and the clan tonight!" Snorri beat his chest loudly.
"Well, I heard that our place was touched by Gulu's greenskins some time ago. I wonder if this is really the case?" Snorri decided to make a detour first.
"Yes, I had just returned from the Eternal Peak at that time, but the loss was not too big, just a side bank! At that time, the military strength of the greedy green-skinned man was far less than what you, uncle, did to fight it at the Blackfire Pass. It’s time to be strong.”
Princess Pamela saw Snorri calling her sister-in-law, so she didn't make any excuses and called him uncle.
"Walaya, that's the greatest misfortune!" Snorri called out a divine cry, and he meant what he said.
"To tell you the truth, ever since I received the grace of the Mother Goddess, I have been very anxious and unable to sleep at night!"
"What's the matter? I heard that you have done a lot of good things along the way! You spread the mercy of the Mother Goddess, wiped out the earth network, rescued the compatriots in the Fearless Castle, and saved the nobles of the Principality of Palavon. Two days ago, there were The ranger tells you about your deeds in Helmgart!"
Princess Pamela was a little puzzled. In her opinion, such an achievement was praiseworthy enough for Snorri's age. For many dwarves who have stayed in the fortress all their lives, their achievements in life cannot surpass Snorri's trip.
"But that's not enough! I swore an oath before the Mother Goddess to regain the lost mountain fortress, find the lost artifact, and restore the glory of the mountain kingdom!" Snorri repeated his first words.
"After this trip, I became more and more aware of my own shortcomings! To tell you the truth, when I recalled the giant eagle and forest dragon that I saw in Karak-Hearn, I felt very excited. fear!"
Seeing Snorri's expression that didn't seem to be fake, Princess Pamela tugged on the ends of her hair. "Yes, is that so? How come I heard that your angry shouts scared the sharp-eared people in the forest and fled?" She murmured in a low voice.
"Although I don't know much about you men, according to my brother, if you spend more time polishing runes with Master Kragg, your strength should increase quickly, right?" The dwarf woman began to try. to enlighten her brother-in-law.
"The articles written in blood in the Book of Great Hatred seem to be pressing directly on my shoulders! Those unforgettable hatreds cannot be liquidated, and the hometown of the Mother Goddess is still being desecrated..."
Snorri started his long speech like every dwarf, but because he was a time traveler, his eloquence was much better than that of ordinary tribesmen. After using a series of parallel sentences, tears welled up in the eyes of Princess Pamela opposite.
"Hoo, ho!" She wiped her tears and took two deep breaths. "I thought maybe Karak-Zifrin had something you could use!"
Snorri smiled secretly in his heart when he heard this. This sister-in-law was quite decent enough and she did not waste his words in vain.
But this is not a surprise. Any loyal son of the mountains will feel pain if he hears the only one chosen by the ancestor goddess stating that he is not strong enough to revitalize the mountains.
"It can't be that violent wind hammer, right? How can I be qualified to get my hands on such a treasure of legendary quality?" Snorri used a classic skill from his previous life - pretending to be confused.
"No, no, only those of you who can use rune magic can use this thing. What is it called? Yes, the Anvil of Doom!"
Princess Pamela spat out the four letters that Snorri wanted to hear. Snorri didn't want to cause such trouble. But if he ran directly to Lord Lorek and said:
"I know you have a spare Doomsday Anvil here. Please give me a price. You won't be able to use it anyway!"
Then if he didn't directly set up the gate of Breeze Castle for the Hammer Warriors, it would be considered as giving face to the ancestor goddess. Dwarves value wealth, not to mention the treasures inherited from the ancestral gods. He has to find a middleman.
"Ah, that is indeed a precious treasure. Myself, no, the one belonging to our clan is in charge of Uncle Iron Chisel. He is a more experienced elder." Snorri directly pulled the woman in front of him. Arrive in your own camp.
"Well, I know that Karak Zfulin still has a dusty one. Every year, the Council of Elders has to approve a small amount of money to maintain it. It seems that if there is no Rune Master to provide energy to keep it running, the seal engraved on it will The runes will gradually lose their effectiveness.”
Princess Pamela recalled that she was not particularly concerned about the affairs of these rune blacksmiths. Her main knowledge came from her brother Stringer.
"Speaking of which, how long does it take for a rune blacksmith to grow into a master?" Princess Pamela asked seemingly casually.
Snorri knew that the key part was coming, and how he answered this question would determine whether the future sister-in-law could stand firmly on his side.
"Of course, what I'm talking about is not by your standards, the youngest rune master since Tourni. Stringer has been muttering this sentence every day since I came back!" Seeing Snorri organizing his words, the sister-in-law spoke. A joke.
"To be honest, judging from the statistics within our guild, a hundred years is fast." Snorri said after considering it.
"This is based on living in the World's Edge Mountains. You know, there are not many master-level rune blacksmiths in the mountains to the west." What Snorri said is also true. Along the way, Forge Iron Castle and Fearless Castle There is no such thing as a master rune blacksmith.
"I don't know the specific age of Master Armor Breaker, but, well, the infiltration of the power of runes will improve the user's physical condition to a certain extent. The stronger the user, the longer his lifespan."
Princess Pamela nodded. She had been to Eternal Peak and knew the story of Master Kragg.
Thanks to him for being my head of state, brave Azheng, bald twenty-five monthly ticket
