"I can promise this on his behalf, go on." Teclis nodded.
"The second point is easy to say. I am the owner of this land and the chosen one of the gods. If you want to spread faith here, you have to be willing to bribe me, right?" Snorri crossed his legs and counted the gold coins. He was trying to imitate the expressions of other tribesmen when they saw the treasure house.
"You mud-legged people can't change the smell of copper!" Teclis muttered, which caused Master Krag to lift the hammer. However, this is also in line with other races' consistent understanding of dwarves. To solve the problem by providing gifts, Teclis must have made a plan before coming.
"How many gold coins do you want?" The Archmage's tense back relaxed. According to his intelligence, the Snorri in front of him was nicknamed "The Generous One". At that time, he looked at it differently, but now, it seems to be nothing more than that.
"Hahaha, my respected prince, with the strength and power we have, how can ordinary gold coins be valuable?" Snorri laughed out loud, how could it be possible to use money to send him away? The basement of Eternal Peak is full of shiny little cuties.
"Then what do you want?" Teclis frowned.
"Treasures! I'm not used to using your guys, and you can't even lift our products. There are still remnants of the Longbeard War, right?" The dwarf king once again showed a money-obsessed expression.
In the war that lasted for hundreds of years, both sides suffered many high-level casualties. The warrior king Caledor II was beheaded, and the Phoenix Crown is still preserved in the Eternal Peak. The son and brother of Gotrek Starbreaker on the dwarf side also died in the battle.
"Hmm..." Teclis adjusted his sitting posture. The two rounds of transportation from the old world were all in short supply of strategic materials. Karak-Zun's soft clothing had not yet caught up, and the stone chair made the elf uncomfortable to sit on.
"There is a battle flag in the White Tower's treasury. The troops carrying that flag to fight will give their opponents the illusion of being taller."
"Is it mixed with dragon blood?" Master Kragg, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.
"My God!" Teclis turned his head and didn't want to answer. Compared with Krag, who didn't open or lift any pot, Snorri seemed to have a sweet voice like a choir member.
"The Battle Flag of the Dragons' Scourge, it was the work of Jason Trawick, a rune master who swore the Butcher's Oath. The fortress he belonged to was destroyed by the dragon, and when he was forced to evacuate, he swore that he would spend the rest of his life He slayed all the dragons he could." Krag introduced Snorri.
"The epic dragon-slaying team?" Snorri's eyes lit up. In the early stages of the Longbeard War, the dwarves suffered from the lack of air superiority and could only defend passively. At this point Master Trawick formed a special operations force.
The members of the team are all strong men who aspire to slay dragons. Some of them, like Trawick, have hometowns and relatives that have been harmed by dragons, while others simply want to make a name for themselves by slaying dragons.
These strong men gathered together, and they cooperated with each other tacitly among different professions. They relied on geographical advantages such as mountain outposts, leyline networks, fortress shooting ports, etc. to move to the west and east to fight against the giant dragon. Their most famous victory was the "Dragon Resting Place", where an entire group of Caledorian dragon princes were sniped one by one.
Master Travik collected the heart blood and skin of every slain dragon, mixed them as raw materials, and created a battle flag with master-level fear runes attached as the symbol of the team.
Unfortunately, after a certain mission, the team lost news. Their courage and exploits were remembered by their tribe, and their stories are still told in taverns to this day.
Gu Mao "The lost treasure is good. But I am very devout in my belief in the ancestors and gods! You want me to make a decision that goes against my ancestors..." Snorri patted his heart and made a prayer gesture.
"Insatiable..." Tigris was disgusted by Snorri's poor acting, but he still refrained from spitting out insulting words like "dwarf" to provoke Kragg again.
"Haha, let me tell you, even if I give you many treasures that you have clearly documented, you wouldn't dare to use them, right?" The Archmage suddenly had an idea while looking at the Book of Hatred placed on the table. He is undoubtedly also a High IQ elf.
"Uh..." This time it was Snorri's turn to be speechless. Indeed, those women and children knew that it was hard for him to get the treasures that had been taken away by the elves as trophies.
Of course it would be possible to make up a story, but if the elves sent witnesses to testify, it would be almost inevitable that he and Pointy Ears were in cahoots with each other, and would be labeled as a treacherous traitor and his reputation would be tarnished.
"Then just watch and tell!" Snorri simply gave in.
"What do you want?" The Archmage was also thinking about which trophies from that year he could get at a relatively low cost.
"Necklace, cloak or other things that can be adjusted in size." Snorri has thought about this problem before. In his plan, in future battles, he will try to solve the problem by throwing Storm Hammer and hitting runes from a distance. If he wants to fight in close combat, he must start a battle. God comes down to earth.
"The size can be adjusted?" Teclis looked at Snorri with a suspicious look on his face. He didn't quite understand the source of the dwarf's needs in front of him. "How about this?" He shook his staff gently, and a crown appeared in the mirror image.
This is a half-moon-shaped ring. The base is not a closed circle, so it can withstand deformation within a certain range. The top is in the shape of a "mountain" with three protruding rune bits, but the one on the left is not engraved.
In Snorri's opinion, this thing has a bit of an elf aesthetic style, and it should be a product of the honeymoon period of the two races in the golden age. Now dwarves don't like this kind of products, but he is a pragmatist and is not very interested in those that strain the cervical spine.
"The master-level rune of wisdom and a rune of determination are pretty good among the crowns." Master Kragg commented. The dwarf's rune products still have the same old problem. The smaller the size, the more difficult it is to engrave the runes.
"Then let's take this!" Of course Snorri had no objection when he heard the master's praise. He was now the king of the land and was missing a crown.
"Go on, what else do you want?" Teclis also breathed a sigh of relief. These two things are still within his capabilities. It would be difficult for Snorri to ask for the war ax of the high prince or the crown of Hornburg, which were also regarded as important trophies by the elves.
"The last one, His clergy shall not interfere with my administration and justice."
Snorri has been thinking about this since the day he decided to introduce the population of the Knight Kingdom. He has several solutions, but they are not perfect.
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