Snorri and his men were immersed in the joy of looting after the war. This time is his biggest gain after so many battles, large and small, since time travel. It can even be said to be more than the previous ones combined.
There was nothing that could be done about it. Snorri had previously moved to fight in the mountains, either hunting rats or greenskins.
The rat people are not without money, but most of the wealth of the entire Demon Rat Empire is in the hands of those great clans who have a place in the Thirteen Councils. The small clans are being exploited. They have to trade the little resources they have worked so hard for for some high-priced war beasts and equipment to avoid being annexed by other clans.
Not to mention those greenskins, they don't even have the habit of collecting valuable metals. Many weapons and equipment are given special abilities by the power of waaagh, and are of no use to ordinary people.
Relying on the prompts from the artifact storage system, Snorri accurately pulled out the dwarf collar from Captain Salazar's relics. This thing can be combined with the spark gem to form Raton's beast-controlling collar.
This artifact was developed by a dwarf engineer named Raton, who realized his dangerous and radical ideas with the support of the Engineers Guild. However, when he went to Lustria to capture the beast, he was killed by a giant beast in the rain forest, and the necklace was also lost.
By chance, one of its parts fell into the hands of the vampire pirate captain, and was recovered by the dwarves. In the game, it can directly put a Yoke Tyrannosaurus into the elite recruitment pool, but in reality, Snorri needs to capture the monster himself.
Snorri believes that the advantages of such a change outweigh the disadvantages. After all, there are many more powerful beasts in the world than Tyrannosaurus! Wouldn't it be nice to find someone who can fly? As for what kind of Snorri to catch, we have to wait until the other component, the spark gem, is obtained before we figure it out.
Snorri gained about 20,000 gold coins from cleaning up the battlefield, and Captain Salazar made up most of the proceeds from plunder at sea. The other part was obtained by the Red Duke from conquering Viscount Menethil's town.
Of course, Snorri didn't intend to return this money. The poor original owner died twice. How could he return it to the farmers who were taxed? As agreed in advance, these trophies belong to the dwarves. It's just that Snorri still needs to be at half-length with the Lord of Breeze Castle.
Snorri was upgraded through this battle, and he felt good after receiving another artifact component. He simply took out half of his 10,000 gold coins and started rewarding them on the spot.
The humans cheering for the Lady of the Lake in the castle could be heard standing at the city gate, and Snorri, the chosen one of the dwarf goddess, also wanted to express his gratitude. In Stringer's eyes that were half reverent and half surprised,
"Snorri the Generous!"
"Praise the ancestral goddess!"
Such cheers, relying on the loud voices of the tribesmen, almost created a drama with the humans.
That night, after resting, Snorri sat in the room and listened to the tribesmen's reports on the losses and conditions last night. After this battle, the dwarves lost more than fifty tribesmen, not counting the butchers who were seeking death.
Most of them suffered at the hands of the corrupt Leviathan and the spirits. This directly reflects the two biggest weaknesses of the dwarf army, except for the butchers, the lack of anti-large unit capabilities and the rare magic killing.
This characteristic is related to the style of the dwarves. In defensive operations, large units can be dealt with by artillery on the ground, but they simply cannot move in the earth network. And there are almost no spirits among the dwarves' main opponents.
Gusnori was determined to make adjustments, at least to find ways to improve his ability to resist large units. If he wanted to deal with the threat of chaos, squatting in a mountain fortress and simply defending would definitely not work.
Taking the initiative to leave the mountain fortress to fight in the field like this time is a good opportunity for large units to perform. Facts have proved that relying solely on low-level war machines such as ballistae and cannons is a bit difficult.
Their projectiles are quite good at hitting a dozen monster infantry the size of trolls and ogres, but they are lacking in dealing with real behemoths.
Another thing that makes Snorri strange is that the ceremony for Fatis to be promoted to Holy Grail Knight is a bit strangely large. According to the information the dwarves gathered from the tavern, the Lady of the Lake not only appeared directly in front of all the nobles of Bordeaux, but even spoke a few words of encouragement.
According to the widely circulated epic, the process of the Holy Grail Knights drinking the liquid in the cup usually goes like this - the vision that only he can see emerges in his mind, guiding him to a nearby forest, and then the Green Knight will Show up and challenge him to a duel.
This is the last test for the expedition knights on their journey to find the cup, but it seems that it is for the purpose of competition and more of a ceremonial function, because I have not heard of any test subject failing at this level.
Then, the goddess holding the Holy Grail will appear from a small lake, well or other body of water, silently tilting the Holy Grail slightly to allow him to take a sip from it, and the ceremony will end.
Such a ceremony seems to reflect a sense of privacy, but Fatis's ceremony this morning was on a grand scale, probably because the lady in the lake wanted to achieve some other effect besides this.
Snorri once confidently suspected that the elf goddess wanted to show her power. After shocking herself, she took the opportunity to recruit herself and create some kind of Holy Grail dwarf who was having fun.
But then I thought about it, regardless of whether I fell in that person's eye, even if I really wanted to do it, there seemed to be no need to go to such trouble.
While he was thinking about it, the guard handed over an invitation to the humans' celebration banquet. This was exactly what Snorri wanted. After nearly ten days of marching and fighting, he really needed to rest and relax.
This celebration banquet was different from the previous small-scale welcome banquet. It was held in the hall of the Duke's Castle. Almost all the prominent people in Bordeaux came to participate. Since many nobles had not returned from their expeditions, this banquet was relatively less formal and less restrictive.
The protagonists of the meeting are naturally the regent Constantine, Snorri himself and the newly promoted Holy Grail Knight Fatis. Fatis looked much younger, and all the scars and strains from his trials had been eliminated, transforming from a slightly decadent middle-aged man into an energetic man.
Like all the Holy Grail Knights, he became taller and stronger, and his voice became louder, but he was still immersed in the joy of the darkness and kept sending blessings to everyone who toasted to him.
But Constantine's apparent joy hid these other things. The young man tried his best to hide it, but he was still inexperienced and leaked a little.
Snorri knew what he was thinking about without asking. To put it bluntly, it was a matter of faith. What his father and brother have longed for and traveled thousands of miles to seek is found by an outsider at his doorstep. Anyone would have some thoughts.
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