Chapter 276: Vassal Race

Style: Fantasy Author: Xiaoling Guard Chariot GodWords: 2076Update Time: 24/01/13 07:49:58
Snorri went north early the next morning. He had just received news that the first batch of Bordero immigrants was about to arrive. Snorri planned to see the humans who would come under his rule.

“Spider Web Mountain is well restored!”

After another long journey, Snorri became more and more eager for the railway. Finally the plateau reached the end, and he once again saw the long-lost large green shade. And among the green shade, a mountain fortress poked its head out.

"Let us welcome Lord Snorri, chosen by our respected ancestors!"

After Snorri recaptured Plateau Castle, he purchased two more helicopters and assigned them to Red Cloud Mountain and Spider Web Mountain. The pilots hovering in the sky notified the lord of their arrival in advance, and Gorath arranged for Snorri and his guards in front of the castle. A queue to welcome.

"The wounded are recovering well! How are you clearing out the enemy's remnants?"

Snorri shook hands with the welcoming team one by one. These were also warriors of the expeditionary force, but they stayed behind to protect the rear. Snorri certainly knew that they all regretted not being able to fight against the Demon Legion and not being able to step into the Lost Fortress immediately. He treated these compatriots equally when distributing the spoils.

"We gradually unsealed the ley line network and searched tunnels section by section. Using the iron cage and hand cannon, the brothers burned all the spider things inside, but the green skins in the jungle below the mountain still didn't stop."

Snorri saw the materials and raw materials waiting to be processed in the hall. The Fertility Queen did not have strong control over her divine power. Many places in her lair were infiltrated by divine power. Where could these materials with some divinity go? They are all rare items.

"A group of dark and poor guys are coming from behind. If it weren't for the paperwork signed by you, I would have thought they were some variants of goblins!"

Like every dwarf, Chief Gorath has a strong dislike for humanoid creatures that are about the same height as himself. "I teamed up with them to fight against the greenskins several times. There was a good opportunity for an ambush, but it was a pity that my strength was limited and I didn't dare to pursue them deeply."

"Very good, very good! I will allocate ten more sets of meteorite equipment to you later. Do you have any battle reports or post-war statistics? Bring them to me later!" Snorri praised a few words, so that the implementation of the order can still proceed. He is very satisfied with his subordinates who must be flexible.

"By the way, pass on the news of my arrival and ask the talker over there to come over." After a banquet, Snorri suddenly thought of it.

The Pegmie tribe was not far from the mountains. They arrived the next night. Snorri did not go out to greet them but arranged for the Gorat chief to do it for them. With a burst of noise, visitors entered the hall.

"I would like to pay you the highest respect, His Majesty Snorri, the Lord of the Mountains!"

A chief who was obviously tall and strong, with more ornate ornaments and a cape behind his back approached. He stretched out his hands, palms facing Snorri to indicate that he had no weapons, and then bowed deeply. This is the highest courtesy for this race that is good at using poisoned weapons and blowpipes to make up for their lack of physical condition.

"Welcome, friend, what do you call me?" Snorri motioned for him to stand up.

"Dumbia, you can call me that!" The Pygmy chief actually spoke common language.

"Okay Dunbia, I handed over an agreement to your subordinates before. Now it seems that you have fulfilled the original terms, and I am willing to fulfill my promise." Snorri glanced at the Pegmie in the hall. Elite.

"You really kept your promise as revealed by the ancestors' spirits!" Dunbia flattered him.

"Ancestral Spirit? What does this mean?" Snorri became interested. He did not expect that such a backward race could produce spirits.

"Literally, the souls of the ancestors. With the help of the witch doctor, we can summon them to provide help or attack the enemy." The chief looked at the two guys behind him wearing strange masks and bone jewelry.

Snorri noticed these two people very early. One of them was tall and thin, and the other was short and fat. They looked a bit fat and thin. This is supposed to be a Pygmy spellcaster.

"The two great gods will protect the souls of the strong, and their witch doctors serve as the bridge between mortals and the spiritual world."

"How many people are you there? Didn't you say more than ten thousand?" Snorri frowned. Such a small ethnic group can actually give birth to gods. It seems that the power is not too bad.

"To be precise, more than fourteen thousand." Doumbia sighed.

"When was your god born?" Snorri asked as he thought about it. The dwarves back then did not even have the power to become a god, even Grim Bryndel, and these Pygmies didn't even have enough.

"We are also a race created by the ancient sages. We once numbered hundreds of thousands in our heyday. At that time, we relied on the spokesmen of the ancient sages, and our ancestors also received help from Slan." This must be the most important thing about the Pygmies. During the glorious moments, Doumbia also added a lot of body movements when narrating.

"But for some reason, the temple city was abandoned, and the Slann were nowhere to be seen. With the rise of Nehekhara, greenskins, and spiders one by one, our living space was continuously squeezed."

Snorri pieced together the map in his mind. Life was indeed not easy for these Pygmies. The lizardmen in the Southland are more severely weakened than Lustria, and it is normal to be unable to take care of them.

"The hard days will eventually pass. I am developing the entire Southern World Edge Mountains. You should seize this opportunity. I will give you land for farming and allow you to obtain resources from nature, but you also need to ensure the safety of that area. , accept my call if necessary."

The dwarf king made a promise, and the Pygmies who were guaranteed again thanked him again and again. Compared to greenskins and skeletons who are difficult to communicate with, the order race dwarves undoubtedly make them feel more secure.

"Please allow me to dedicate such an ancestral treasure to you! The divine power on it can prevent the wearer from being harmed." Doumbia took an item from the hands of the two witch doctors and walked to Snorri holding it in both hands. in front of.

"Is this?" Snorri reacted as soon as he took over the system. This thing is a connecting chain, a component of Gazul's gift of grace. But now what hangs on it is not a "hero pendant", but an animal bone with different human faces carved on the front and back.

"Interesting, they turned this thing into an accessory that increases resistance to damage. There is no news about the nine volumes of Nagash at the moment, so hanging it as a necklace can be considered as the best use." Thought-savvy Snorri put the necklace on on the neck.

"Ouch!"

"Usuthu!"

There were a lot of cheers in dialects. These people could not understand what agreement their chief had made with the dwarf king, but accepting tribute meant acceptance.

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