"Crack!"
"puff!"
"Let's go and see together?"
Master Nathan couldn't sit still. He walked to the door with a hammer. Snorri suddenly discovered that his senior brother's equipment was similar to his own. Maybe this was the tradition of rune blacksmiths.
"Hey! Who is this mustache's name and what clan is he from? Why is he so brave!"
After walking out of the office door and looking down from the railing, Snorri and his senior brother were shocked by what they saw. There was no large-scale brawl as they imagined, only the dwarves standing calmly in the middle of the hall.
Engineers, adventurers and anvil guards lay scattered on the ground at his feet. The few remaining guards hid their bodies behind meteorite shields, leaning against walls or pillars to gain a sense of security.
"If you were only one-tenth as strong-mouthed as you, you wouldn't be in this situation!"
The dwarf standing in the center muttered as he put down his circled cuffs. Snorri didn't see any weapons in his hands. "Did he kill so many people with his bare hands?" This outrageous idea appeared to the lord. in mind.
Snorri quickly calculated his combat effectiveness. He doubted that he would be unable to defeat so many people without activating the gods' descent. Not to mention other adventurers, those twenty anvil guards are all veterans of many battles!
With a set of meteorite armor, Snorri's second-level thunder blow cannot knock down a piece at once. If there is a close fight, his short-handled forging hammer can certainly knock down one at a time, but considering the number of people and cooperation, he will most likely be tired of defending and will hardly have the opportunity to take the initiative.
"I am the special counselor of Hongyun Mountain, Andemuge Kazadson!"
Before Snorri and Master Nathan could say anything, Andermg jumped down from the railing with a roar. He landed and rolled forward to remove the impact, and ran straight towards the dwarf. The young ranger wanted to show off his skills again.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"
Facing the challenger falling from the sky, the corners of the dwarf's black beard slightly raised. He raised his right hand and slowly clenched it into a fist. This movement seemed slow but was actually fast. There was a "bang!" sound, and Andermg seemed to have hit his fist directly.
"thump!"
The ranger fell straight down, the plate armor on his body was in vain, and he lost his combat effectiveness before he could take action.
"Fuck!"
Snorri spit out a national curse. Undermg's performance during the expedition was obvious to all. Such a short hero was literally vulnerable in front of that young man!
"I, Rogoff, the person recognized by Grim Brindel and the captain of His Majesty Snorri's guard are here, who dares to make a mistake!"
Rogoff heard the movement. The warrior who had found the end of his journey was also shocked by the scene in the hall, but he bravely stood opposite the dwarf with Snorri's guards.
"Relax, don't be impulsive, warrior, let's talk slowly if you have anything to say!" Snorri was also walking down the stairs at this time. His appearance triggered waves of cheers, and the tribesmen seemed to have found their backbone.
"Greetings to you, Your Majesty!" The standing dwarf must have vented his anger, and he bowed his head slightly to Snorri.
"What makes you commit such a taboo and take the initiative to attack our compatriots?" Snorri's voice was very calm. Living abroad for a long time made him gradually know how to appease people's hearts. He also released the Valaya Sacrifice, and in the bursts of green light and electricity, the injuries of the fallen tribesmen were healed.
With the recovery of the ancestral homeland and the development of the mountains on the edge of the southern world, the satisfaction and centripetal force of the entire mountain kingdom have been raised to a level never seen since the great earthquake. Along with this, a devotion to the ancestral gods and an ever-increasing passion for work add up to an almost inexhaustible supply of Resurrection Points for Snorri.
"I must reiterate that unless it is an extremely special situation, taking the initiative to harm fellow tribesmen should not be encouraged!" He looked around the tribesmen in the hall. His prestige and divine grace made the injured people who jumped up lower their heads. eyebrow. Competition is allowed but must be controlled within reasonable limits.
"Your Majesty, they, these scum! Attack me, attack my skills and creativity, attack my guild and even my clan! Tell me, can I bear it!"
Mentioning the injustice he had just suffered, the young man became angry again. "The guys from Torrent Pass and Haimen Pass have the headquarters of the Engineers Guild on their side. When it comes to arrogance, it's hard for the sharp bean sprouts to compare with them!"
"Your Majesty, don't listen to his nonsense. Gotrek's thoughts are completely confused. He actually wants to..."
A knocked down engineer was still not convinced, so he hid behind Snorri and shouted, but Snorri froze when he heard the name coming out of his mouth, and he didn't listen to a word of the rest of the words.
"You, what's your name? Gotrek?"
Snorri asked tremblingly. In fact, the name Gotrek was as bad a choice as his own "Snorri" in the current mountain kingdom. At least one in ten male dwarves has one of these two names, and one is a derivative of both.
"Snorri" comes from the white dwarf Snorri-Whitebeard; "Gotrek" comes from the High King Gotrek-Starbreaker during the Longbeard War. These two are recognized as the greatest kings and heroes throughout the dwarf nations. Giving the child the same name as them carries a good wish.
"Gotrek Grenison is just a commoner."
"Grenison?" Snorri muttered silently, which was the same as his own Thorson, which meant the son of Grenison. But the Gotrek he was looking for had already taken the Butcher's Oath when he debuted, so his surname was not often visible to others.
However, judging from the astonishing combat power just displayed, Snorri can be said to be 100% sure that the Gotrek in front of him is the "most failed butcher" he is looking for.
The dwarf Gotrek has a scribe who records his epic adventures. He has been pursuing death, but the heads he chopped off are enough to put most bloodthirsty demons to shame. Of course, he has also exiled the big demons of the four gods more than once.
In his previous life, when Snorri read about Mr. Gao's glorious military exploits in history, he always wondered whether he would become a demon on the spot if he shouted "Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne".
"Ahem, you, do you have a high position in the Engineers Guild now?" Snorri licked his lips. He knew that he had to take down the dwarf in front of him, and he also knew that he would definitely be able to take him down.
"That's right, but it's time to go to Butcher's Castle soon." Gotrek sighed and raised his fist in front of himself. The eyes of everyone in the hall were focused on the pair of hammer-sized iron fists. Compared with cannons, these were real killing weapons!
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