Snorri secretly recorded Brian's conclusion in his mind. If he had the opportunity, he would still be willing to go to Cathay. At that time, it would be a help to have some of his own clan.
Things about the future were put aside for the time being, and the dwarves filed towards the lower level of the fortress, where the rune guards were denser. Fortunately, Snorri was very good at calming them down. Soon, they came to a closed gate.
"The ultimate reward is, don't let me down!"
Snorri muttered and pushed open the door, and what he saw was the dazzling golden light.
"Praise for these shiny little cuties!"
"The ancestral gods gave us gold that will not tarnish with the passage of time!"
"This is Gorlm, gold passed down from generation to generation, stored in ancient treasure houses, we need to use it properly!"
The dwarves were so fond of gold that they created many words to describe it. These terms distinguish gold’s purity, luster, origin, history, and more.
"Bahrain! Register them! Every member of the expeditionary force is entitled to a share!" Snorri spoke to comfort the tribesmen who were dominated by gold thirst.
He pushed aside the gold piled into a hill as if swimming, and explored inside the vault. There were a large number of boxes piled around the gold, and Snorri opened them one by one, which were filled with ore raw materials, standard equipment and books.
"There are no treasures, either. The ancestors would definitely take away the treasures when they migrated!"
Snorri felt a little disappointed, but he quickly adjusted his mentality. The quality of the products in the golden age had its own advantages and disadvantages compared to today. Nowadays, forging technology has improved, but the quality of the ore raw materials is not as good as before.
The dwarves counted three hundred sets of standard meteorite equipment and fifty sets of armor engraved with basic runes. In the golden age, all dwarf warriors would have a set of meteorite armor instead of the current normal steel plate armor.
After explaining the matter of making the register, Snorri let the tribesmen swim happily in the ocean of gold coins, and he walked to the tomb of his ancestors. The number of rune guards here is the largest, equal to the number of offices and warehouses combined.
According to legend, the earth gave birth to the dwarves, so when the dwarves die, their bodies should return to the earth. The living attach great importance to protecting the rest of the dead. The desecration of the tombs of their ancestors deserves every clan member to become a butcher.
The rune blacksmiths developed a series of runes to protect the tombs and protect the souls of the dead. They also worked with engineers to create rune guards that never sleep to keep alert.
Snorri did not come here for burial objects. The act of robbing the tombs of his own people would directly make his reputation worse than that of the rat-Skavens. Dwarves do have the habit of burying some personal belongings with them, but most of them are small gadgets such as wine glasses and tobacco pouches. High-quality rune products are basically used as heirlooms to be passed down to future generations.
After appeasing the rune guards with the hearth and home runes, Snorri bowed deeply under the statue of Gazul in front of the cemetery arch.
"My ancestors! My descendant, Snorri, has regained control of Karak-Zun. He will definitely renovate the tomb and arrange enough tombkeepers. Now we have to transfer the rune guards to other places. Please understand, ancestors!"
There are indeed gods in this world, and Snorri didn't dare to be disrespectful at all. He went through the process according to the rules before taking over the control of the rune guards.
It took another day to thoroughly explore the inside and outside of Plateau Fort, and the foreigners who were still camping outside were also allowed to enter. Snorri sat in the lord's office and looked at the compiled documents.
The document records in detail everything found in Plateau Fort. There are a total of thirty rune guards. These structures carved from stone are extremely strong and powerful. Snorri is sure that the ogres and Ushabits he encountered before are no match for them.
The iron-headed ogres under the command of Aihetanmu are relatively low-level ogres. They lack high-quality weapons and equipment, and using flesh and blood to fight against statues is undoubtedly courting death.
Ushabit, who is modeled on humans, has a slender body, and its strength and resistance to fighting are far inferior to those of the rune guard, which is modeled on dwarves and is almost a cube in size.
The methods of manufacturing and controlling them are preserved in the books left by the Rune Blacksmith Guild here. Although the cost is high, Snorri knows that this thing will be very popular in the Kingdom of the Mountains.
"The equivalent of three hundred thousand gold coins in gold, not bad!"
Looking at the statistics of resource income, Snorri smiled even more happily. Although a considerable part of this huge sum of money needs to be used as pensions and rewards, the rest should be enough to complete the first phase of territory construction.
"Assembly hall, armory, forge, furnace, forge..."
He fingered the internal map he found. Except for the fact that there were no gunpowder-related buildings, the other facilities in Plateau Castle were basically in a check-in condition. It was much better than the previous Red Cloud Mountain and Spider Web Mountain.
"I have money and space, but I still lack manpower!" Snorri pinched his thumb.
He always wanted to send news of the expedition's success back to the Eternal Peak, but he always suffered from the lack of capable people. Plateau Fort was too far away from Tiefeng Fort, beyond the contact range of the rune transmitter. He had to go back to Hongyun Mountain to contact there.
But now, except for the high elves in the Dawn Fortress, the surrounding hostile forces have not yet been fully understood, but the high elf colonial army alone makes Snorri dare not move lightly.
Now that his helicopter has no fuel and air superiority is completely lost, he and his Anvil of Doom move slowly on the Lost Plateau, unable to escape the sharp eyes of the giant eagles.
No one knew what action Prince Alfazel would take, but whether it was to kill Snorri himself along the way or to take advantage of the empty power of Plateau Castle to make a surprise attack, it would be unacceptable to him.
"I don't know if the new function given by Ancient Saint Tybok has been loaded yet!" Snorri muttered and opened the system. He saw a function that made him overjoyed.
"Change the dwarves from their roots, hahahaha!"
The disgraced dwarf leader, who had been tortured by the expedition, laughed wildly in the empty office. The previous Valaya rituals only solved the problem superficially, treating headaches, treating headaches, and treating aching feet.
But the Ancient Saints are worthy of being the creators of the dwarves. These guys can directly stop the headache. Snorri saw that the latest function could gradually loosen the birth restrictions originally set for the dwarves by investing a large number of revival points. Everything from pregnancy odds to male to female ratio can be gradually improved.
Snorri didn't hesitate for a moment, and after leaving a few spare points, he devoted the rest to this function.
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