With something on his mind, Snorri's steps became brisk. Along the way, he squinted his eyes and scanned every knight village. But the sects of the Four Gods of Chaos can't be seen at a glance. Snorri's open and secret visits did not find any Nurgle Sanctuary or the Blood Order of Khorne.
"Okay, the city wall is finally up!"
All the way to the Demon Slayer Castle, Snorri saw progress that satisfied him. The cement bonded much faster than the original lime mortar, and its strength was also more guaranteed. Workers only needed to pile up stones and a tall and solid city wall was erected.
"Ensure the most basic defense functions first, and we will talk about internal planning later."
Snorri ordered while inspecting the bustling site. A council of elders was also formed at the Demon Slayer Castle construction site to promote project progress, handle personnel placement, logistics support and other issues.
Under Snorri's instruction, in addition to the architects responsible for the design, workers' representatives and his own civil servants all entered the Presbyterian Church, which greatly stimulated the people's enthusiasm for labor.
Snorri looked at the pit of the living dead in the distance, knowing that he and Nagash's minions would eventually have a battle. Building a fortress is a time-consuming process. If it is completed one day earlier, his territory will be safer.
"Henryde, when I am not in the Southland, the internal affairs of Plateau Castle and Demon Slayer Castle depend on Bahrain, but the external affairs depend on you!"
The dwarf king slapped his tall subordinate, the former gatekeeper of Torrent Gate and now the guard commander of the Lost Plateau. This official position can be called the leader of a military general. For a dwarf with an ordinary background, reaching this position is a sign of honor for one's ancestors.
"Don't worry, I didn't even tremble when I faced the forest dragon's breath! I didn't even rush up with the ax on that green beast of Kugas. No matter what his pointed ears or bones, who dared to come to me? Let them stay and fertilize the fields! In the name of the god Varaya..."
Henry Dekong wields his big axe, and he is now very confident and motivated. But this kind of performance made Snorri feel nervous. As the saying goes, a proud soldier will be defeated. Too many famous generals in his previous life fell into this situation.
"Listen to me, the enemy is in the open and we are in the dark. Their cunning and changeable power are unprecedented! You must not let down your vigilance. The necessary patrols cannot be stopped. The team must practice when it is time to drink. Take it easy when drinking. Don't miss it. Let’s get down to business!”
Seeing Henryd nodding vigorously, Snorri didn't know if he heard it. All he could do before leaving was to deploy a helicopter to ensure aerial reconnaissance.
"There is still a shortage of spellcasters. We can't earn interest by keeping revival points. Why not use them to open the Tourni Festival and bring in one or two more rune masters from the old world!"
The Spider Web Mountain Fortress is no longer the place where spiders were exterminated and greenskins were killed in numerous battles. The place now shows vigorous vitality, with dwarves, humans and Pygmies gathering together to build.
"Grrrrrr!"
"The Great Liberator, King of the Mountains!"
"Jiligulu!"
Seeing Snorri's team, the Pygmies working outside the fortress cheered in their own language. Some of them have learned a half-baked common language, and they seem to be doing pretty well in integrated communication.
Snorri suspected they were identified by his trademark golden lamb, since the necklace around his neck was not visible from a distance.
While waving in greeting, the team advanced towards the fortress. Snorri felt more and more that his original decision was correct. Although the quality of these southern natives was inferior, they were superior in number and hardworking.
Compared with the days when they were living in a precarious situation and had no food to eat, now they are living a life without worrying about food and clothing, which makes them very grateful and supportive of Snorri. This greatly stimulated their enthusiasm for labor, turning Spider Web Mountain from a lifeless and dead place covered with spider webs two years ago to the thriving place it is now.
"Oh, they also built a statue of me here! Based on this, I'm afraid the Demon Slayer Castle will also need to be built. There are so many masters of architecture here, so they have to make it more impressive for me!"
The freshly made statue in front of the Spider Web Mountain Fortress depicts the scene of him emerging from the reproductive queen's body - raising his head and roaring while raising his hands in a tearing motion to both sides.
The carving of this theme in Spider Web Mountain is just right for the occasion. The achievement of killing a demigod is worthy of special mention in the entire history of the dwarves for nearly seven thousand years. Compared with the flamboyant Snorri, the half-hidden figure of the mother goddess Varaya opposite her seemed to be one size smaller.
"Praise to you, His Majesty Snorri, Lord of the Mountains!"
The person in charge of patrolling the outside of the fortress was the Pygmy chief Doumbya. When he saw the team, he greeted them happily.
"You gave me a place in the Council of Elders. It's really, really..." Doumbia was incoherent, but Snorri felt that he had a bit of acting. The experience of taking charge of a party improved his judgment. .
"I am a generous and fair person, and I will not treat any of my loyal subordinates badly! Keep up the good work, and I can give you more than you imagine."
Snorri hammered Doumbia's iron armor. The aboriginal chief was prepared for danger in times of peace and was satisfied with the fact that he had to arm himself first. Dunbia has more than 10,000 people, which is an overwhelming advantage in the entire Spider Web Mountain. Giving him an elder's seat will help calm people's hearts.
"By the way, I see that many of your female counterparts are pregnant, is that true?" Snorri looked at the Pygmy women who were handling the ingredients.
"Yes, this may be the only gift from the ancient sages. Otherwise we would not be able to continue to this day under such difficult external conditions." Dunbia's face was filled with a happy smile, but Snorri was already thinking in his heart Thinking about how to divide and manage these Pygmies.
"My king, we have sent the wild greenskins to meet their evil god! The seizures are in the warehouse. You can check them at any time." Chief Gorat rushed over from the depths of the fortress.
"Well done, Elder Gorath! This place is pretty good, I believe it will be no worse than Karak Dorne!" Snorri smiled heartily. A very important thing for a successful leader is not to disappoint his followers.
"Of course, Thunder Mountain is much more barren than here. However, Karak Draz is different. It was one of the largest fortresses in the Golden Age. Our Baruch clan still sleeps with our own axes on our heads. !”
There was light in Patriarch Gorat's eyes, which was what satisfied Snorri the most. This dwarf has reached middle age but still lacks ambition and fighting spirit. He is a guy who can be entrusted with big things.
"There will come a day when the mountains will be restored to their former glory and every hatred written in blood will be reckoned with."
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