"The school has a half-day holiday tomorrow. I'm going to take a look at the city gate. They say that His Majesty Snorri, the King of the Southland, is coming back! I can see his true face and I will be able to brag about it until the Granny Festival!"
When the news of Snorri's departure from Sea Gate was delivered to Karaz-a-Karak through the rune transmitter, the entire Eternal Peak was boiling with excitement. A young man with a mustache knocked open the hinged door of his pub and shouted to his father who was wiping a wine glass inside.
"Johnnyson, our ancestors have taught us well that we, the sons of the mountains, should be like stones. Why are you bluffing, how can you be so steady?" The tavern owner muttered and hung a polished wine glass upside down above his head. on the shelf.
"What did you say? Holiday? What day is tomorrow? The summer solstice has just passed, and the harvest festival is still early. Is it Christmas in Tourni? Then it's not your turn to celebrate? Thanks to the blessing of the ancestors, this There are many people who have awakened the power of runes in the past two years, but unfortunately, alas, you have not..."
The boss complained that the noisy working environment had damaged his hearing. However, he still keenly grasped the "holiday", which means a lot of customer flow for his service industry, so he knows the calendar well.
"Dad, His Majesty Snorri, who defeated the Plague Father in the Southland and killed the demigods, is coming back!" the young man shouted, raising his voice.
"Hate Conference? Your Majesty Snorri is really early! But yes, he walked out of our Eternal Peak, and he will definitely come back again in the future." The tavern is the information distribution center of the dwarves, and the boss has heard many related rumors. .
"I heard that in the south there are lizards of all sizes that walk on two legs; there are skeletons that can move and talk, and..."
It seemed that the nature of the dwarves was fully demonstrated in this young man. He danced and talked about his hearsay knowledge about the South.
"Uncle Danik wrote a letter saying that he was doing well in the Southland and invited our family to come over. Dad, did you reply to him? He said that everyone there didn't know what to do at night, and it was a time when they were short of pubs! With your kindness Culinary..."
"Maybe, you might as well go and experience things tomorrow, but remember to come back early. Business will be very good at night, and I need your help." The tavern owner wrung out the rag and set it up.
"I have to talk to the elders of the clan. Thanks to the blessing of the ancestors, my wife's stomach has moved again. I don't know whether it is a son or a daughter. Maybe it's time to go south to try it out, otherwise Johnson's bride price will be high. Where to do it?"
Watching his son skipping out to play with friends, he sat behind the bar and poured himself a glass of wine. In the past few days, there seemed to be no good news. His Majesty Thorgreen had ticked off every line of hatred, but there were always more new ones added.
The dwarves were originally slowly sliding into the abyss due to internal and external troubles, but now an invisible and intangible substance called "hope" is widely spread throughout the mountain kingdom.
For the long lives of dwarves, seven years is not too long. The tavern owner can feel that after the Iron Gate battle, the guests complained less helplessly, spent more generously, and their tempers even improved. .
"Crunch!"
"Is it open, my dwarf friend?" Just as the boss was deep in thought, the sound of opening the door woke him up, and a human with a long staff in hand and a hood covering half of his face walked in.
"Uh-huh, of course, my friend, what would you like to order? My fire-stuffed stuffed rice and tender roasted rock lamb shank are a perfect match!" The boss immediately got into work mode.
"Why not?" The human put a few silver coins on the bar.
"Okay, coming right away! By the way, have you heard? His Majesty Snorri, the great lord of the Southland and the restorer, will return to the Eternal Peak tomorrow!" There was business as soon as the door opened, and the boss was very excited .
"Of course, I'm here for him. He brings change and hope, which is what we all like, isn't it?" The human leaned his stick against the wall and smiled.
"Change and hope? Well, what you summed up is really right!" The boss subconsciously agreed. He chewed on these two words and suddenly felt that they were very appropriate.
At noon the next day, Snorri and the caravan arrived at the foot of the Eternal Peak. With a long horn blast, the door with runes carved by Valaya himself was opened with a slight abnormal sound caused by the lack of lubrication of the shaft.
"Bang! Bang!"
The sun shone into the shadows on the mountainside, and the sound of neat footsteps sounded. The Throne of Power appeared, and the figure of Thorgrim, the Hater of Resentment, wearing the dragon's crown, sat on it.
Beside him are the Royal Guards of the Hammer of Eternity in blue uniforms. These warriors carry heavy hammers on their shoulders. Their pressure made the guards around Snorri tremble slightly, and the other caravan members were even more silent.
"Welcome back, King of the Southern World's Edge Mountains, Snorri Thorson of the Drazkarad clan!"
Thorgrim's voice echoed across the valley, and the High King did not address Snorri with his litany of nicknames. Instead, his identity and origins were explained in the most concise and concise manner, and anyone could hear the pride of the High King.
"The Restorer!"
"The ancestors choose together!"
"Storm Hammer!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and after Thorgrin started, all kinds of welcome words poured out from the fortress. For dwarves with different identities, Snorri shines with different lights, but the commonality among them is the word hero.
The driving lamb stepped forward slightly behind the throne of power, and lined up with the two seat bearers behind. Snorri passed through the gate, waving to the people who lined up to welcome him.
Looking at the crowds of people that filled the main road with enough space for four carriages to go parallel, at a certain moment he suddenly wanted to send some divine grace. But soon he realized that it was no longer necessary. In the eyes of his tribe, he seemed to have half-stepped across the boundary between mortals and gods.
"How does this feel?" Thorgreen smiled, and he turned to look at his son.
"It's good, I'm very relieved, but, well, there's pressure, too." Snorri spoke from the bottom of his heart. He knew that he was still at least half way from his final goal, and there were still several hard-to-gnaw bones. What’s behind!
"Work hard, you have shouldered the hopes of the people."
"Yeah, I know I can't lose."
Snorri raised his eyebrows. Creating a god is the best way to improve cohesion in a short period of time. But it also means that the creature will have to walk on thin ice in the future, and the backlash caused by failure will be unbearable.
"I, we, will do our best to give you the greatest support." Thorgreen let his voice still reach Snorri's ears despite the overwhelming cheers.
