"Not a bad idea!" Ancient Saint Xuying smiled again. "The Slann Demon Toad is based on ourselves. The first two generations are indeed a bit stronger. We made a few adjustments to fit the carrying range of this world."
In the Warhammer world, there are five generations of Slann Demon Toads, and each generation is weaker than the previous generation. The first-generation Slann Lord Croka could correct the trajectory of the stars, and the second-generation Slann represented by Mazda Moody could easily change the continent, and lift a mountain range with a wave of his hand.
As for the fifth-generation Slann, Snorri suspected that their spellcasting abilities should be similar to those of the Lake God Witch, Green Seer, Dark Omen and other powerful players, or maybe even slightly inferior.
"But you have to know that I am not the only one who can adjust the difficulty for you. One side may be easy and another side may become extremely difficult. Are you sure you want this?" The ancient sage waved his arms, which were a little thin compared to his fat body.
"Um, do those four people know that we are talking here?" Snorri was surprised. He looked around subconsciously. When his consciousness was pulled into the subspace in the forge of the Rune Blacksmith Guild, he was still Just after time travel, newborn calves were not afraid of tigers, but the more they thought about it, the more they became afraid.
"Basically not here, but you always have to go out, don't you?" The Ancient Sage stared into Snorri's eyes.
"Okay," Snorri nodded. He clearly knew the capabilities of the four gods of chaos. It seemed that he had to solve the problem within a relatively fixed framework. If he wanted to do it in one step, with the abilities of the Four Gods of Chaos, he would be able to suppress an atomic bomb even if he rolled it out.
"Then, I have to give you something, right?" Snorri thought for a while before asking for something. It can be said that he lacks everything now. Strength, equipment, and men are all available.
"Come here, let me take a look." Ancient Saint Xuying stretched out his hand slightly. Snorri obediently moved forward, and the ancient sage gently put his hand on his head.
"Haha, these little guys are a bit rigid, but that's right. This is how it should be designed by you dwarves." Toad shook his head slightly, but quickly accepted it.
"Okay, I've made some adjustments for you, but it will take some time to take effect. Bring me that crystal."
Snorri handed over the prototype of the Reproductive Godhead, and the Ancient Sage gently took it into his hand. "Isn't that a good spider? I watched it grow from being as big as you to now."
"Ah," Snorri was at a loss for words. To be honest, he came up with this idea the moment he saw the Ancient Sage's puzzle. It was very possible for the Queen Spider to be so outrageous and external forces intervened, and the Ancient Sage obviously had this ability, even if it was a phantom.
"It doesn't matter, life and death are fateful. Even if I am here, I don't necessarily care about it, let alone a shadow now?" The Ancient Sage dismissed Snorri's worries.
"Do you want to be the god of reproduction? This method seems to be more effective than incubation now!" He pinched the crystal and felt it before asking Snorri.
"The God of Fertility?" Snorri raised his eyebrows. This god does not lack faith. But he suddenly thought that if he, a handsome male time traveler, was placed in strange places by a group of women, he would probably have to touch strange places, which would be a bit embarrassing.
What's more important is that divine magic must also be related to the priesthood. If he holds back for a long time and uses a move to "glare someone's pregnant" on the battlefield, or even performs the same trick as the Queen Spider, it would be really ridiculous.
"Forget it, I'm not very interested in this!" Snorri refused. Anyway, this thing is just a prototype and has no real power. After he settled down, he had enough inspiration to make something better for himself.
"Okay, then I will feed it back to that little girl through you." Snorri's reply seemed to be what the Ancient Sage expected. He waved his hand and the problem was solved directly.
"This thing just opens a new window. How effective it can be depends on your own efforts." The ancient sage continued.
Gu: "I am just a shadow, and the real thing I can give you is what was left behind." The Ancient Sage waved his hand again, and a human-sized two-handed battle ax appeared in the void.
"I left in a hurry back then, so this thing was just left for the lizardmen to do their work. According to your current standards, I'm afraid it's not considered top-notch, but fortunately there's still room for improvement."
Snorri took it and looked at it. The ax was indeed very crudely made, in standard lizardman style. It's basically a piece of polished obsidian tied to a long stick.
According to his judgment, this thing is now considered a rare quality weapon at most, but as the ancient sage said, it has not been rune-engraved or enchanted.
With its excellent texture, it is not difficult to carry master-level runes and become an exquisite weapon. If you are lucky, it is not impossible to hope to become a legendary level.
"My mission is almost done. Go ahead and wish you good luck." The ancient saint's shadow waved his hand to indicate that Snorri could leave. This kind of high-dimensional creature is no longer limited to one world or even a long river of time. Nori is at best a guinea pig, and he may not be the most interesting among them.
"Okay, I hope we can have a chance to meet again!" Snorri's temper is like this. If there is a chance, he will certainly strive for it, but kneeling down is not enough, especially when the benefits are unclear.
Slowly walking out of the stone room, Snorri involuntarily changed from holding it high to holding the newly acquired battle ax in his hand.
"Could this be a gift from the Ancient Saint? I've seen this kind of thing in the hands of a lizard man!"
"The chosen ones of the Old Ones have come to us!"
"Praise be to Prince Snorri!"
Anagonda and the female warriors under her command cheered. The cheers that were originally very useful were now a bit harsh in Snorri's ears. He looked around warily, as if the minions of the Four Gods were hidden somewhere.
"The ancestors and gods taught us that it is better not to spread unfounded things!" Snorri said in a somewhat stiff tone.
The Ancient Saint Xuying reminded him that the Four Chaos Gods were not just spectators, they were chess players capable of crushing the chessboard. Snorri made up his mind and waited until the plateau castle was captured to lay dormant for a while to gather strength.
In the days that followed, Lisnorrie squatted in the camp and silently directed everything, from rebuilding the outpost based on the original site of the fortress to determining the surrounding landforms and resource points, to placing the wounded and temporarily burying the war dead.
Most of the time, dwarves are willing to be buried in the clan's tomb after death, but some members who join the expedition request that if they die in battle, they be buried in the hometown of their ancestors.
Snorri needs to fulfill their wishes according to their requirements, and some even need to remove the clan's ancestral equipment and return it to the deceased's hometown.
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