"After learning that nickname, my compatriots in the empire began to use the word hunter to refer to you." Tommy smiled evilly again.
"Hunter, haha, still so simple." Snorri also smiled and shook his head. Dwarves are always like this. They are proud and like to dominate each other in every aspect. Words are also a major battlefield.
"The closed-door meeting you arranged did not have the desired effect. There are all kinds of strange rumors about the establishment of the Forge Iron Castle Treaty, and I am afraid that there are other holders of the power to elect the emperor who are adding fuel to the fire." Tommy's imperial intelligence network is almost there. It's set up.
"Human life is short, and their power is transferred quickly. William is already over fifty."
"Report! The great reciter of Nunn City, Casmir VII, wants to see you!" A guard knocked on the door and interrupted the conversation.
"Please!" Snorri stood up. If the Human Empire is the most loyal ally of the dwarves, then the Sigmar Cult can be said to be the most fanatical. The first human emperor Sigmar swore that the human people would never refuse the requests of the dwarves when they were in trouble, and as his followers, the church wrote this article into its fundamental doctrine.
"Greetings to you, respected dwarf king. May the twin-tailed comet always guide us." Soon, a strong old bald man walked in. He put his left hand on his chest, stretched his right arm forward, his hands were at the same level as his head, his fists were clenched, and his index and middle fingers were straightened to make a "V" shape.
This gesture is very similar to Snorri's "yeah" gesture in his previous life, but here the "V" salute represents the twin-tailed comet. Legend has it that Sigmar's birth was heralded by a comet with two tails, which became another important symbol besides the hammer of the church.
"Welcome, followers of Heldenhammer." Snorri stood up and returned the greeting. Heldenhammer is the nickname given to Sigmar by the dwarves, which means Hammer of Heroes.
Although the followers of Sigmar are very respected in the mountains, what makes Snorri return the favor is more because of his status as the great chanter. This thing is not open to recruiting like in the game. It has a quota of two, and is the right and left hand of the Pope. They are stationed in Nunn and Talabheim respectively, and each has one electoral vote in their hands.
"Excuse me for coming so abruptly!"
"Wherever, the door of the mountain fortress is always open to you!"
The two of them looked at each other while being polite. Snorri found that the old man was in good spirits. He wore a breastplate outside the ceremonial robe, a ring on his bald head, and a handful of runes hanging on his waist. of warhammer. This is an imitation of Gale-Malaz, but it is considered high-quality among epic weapons.
"I came to visit you for two things. The first is about your immigration plan. In your southern territory, we hope to build churches there to spread the faith of the God-Emperor and prevent his people from falling into the hands of Chaos. "
"I agree. I will provide you with convenience in all aspects. But you may have heard that the Lady of the Lake is also authorized to spread faith among immigrants." Snorri agreed happily. He didn't need to deal with these bald people. Extra courtesy.
"I promise you that we will try not to embarrass you." Casmir nodded. He did not finish his words, but gave a clear attitude.
"The second thing is the cult of Nagash. There are two copies suppressed in Altdorf's Inquisition. The message you asked His Majesty William to convey has been discussed by the Cardinals. We are all willing to believe in your ability." Obtained the right to teach. Then Miskal started saying something else.
"But we have to remind you that the Lord of the Undead is extremely powerful. The God Emperor suffered serious injuries in order to defeat him. You must not underestimate him."
"I'm absolutely sure." Snorri laughed. He was going to use the Nine Volumes of Nagash to trade artifact fragments with Emperor Settra. It would be safe to enter the Great Pyramid of Khemri by then.
"Then when do you plan to return? At that time, I will personally escort them, put them in your hands, and then follow you to preach in the Southland. All the dark believers in the world are eager for those nine volumes of evil books." Casmir Seven Shi believed in the dwarf king in front of him.
"It should be after the New Year. My fleet welcomes you and your church members." A sincere smile appeared on Snorri's face. There was a big battle on his return trip, and the great chanter in front of him was a real The strong one. Sigmar's righteous fire burns brightly within him, and the battle priests who follow him will have no weak hands.
After seeing off Casmir VII, Snorri returned to the Eternal Peak humming a song. He gained a lot from this short trip. Since then, he has been working with Master Krag in the deepest part of the guild to forge armor for himself. When the Hammer of Eternity guards knocked on the door of the workshop, it was already time for the Hatred Conference to be held.
"Is there anything else I need to do?" Snorri asked his father, looking at the festive and busy scene along the fortress.
"Haha, our vice-president of the Rune Blacksmith Guild is finally willing to give up? What you need to do now is to take a shower and take care of your beard." Thorgreen shook his head and muttered. "I'm going to give you a wife this time. How can I end up like this?"
"First Evolution"
Back in the clan's hall, Snorri tidied up his appearance while listening to Gotrek's report on the visitors. During the days when he was busy forging, the second thing almost every attendee wanted to do when meeting the High Queen was to come and visit him.
"Tsk, we have to meet anyway, and this moment is not the last time." After packing up, Snorri quickly rushed to the grand throne room on the top floor.
"Looks like I arrived just in time!" There were chairs under the high platform where the Throne of Power was parked, and currently only one-third of the seats were occupied.
"This way!" Genom extended his hand to greet him. "Well, your seat isn't here." Seeing Snorri about to sit down next to him, the eldest brother stopped him.
"You should sit in the first row, the king of the Southland chosen by the ancestors and gods!" Genom smiled and pointed to a chair diagonally in front of him, almost facing the throne of power.
"Peng!" Snorri followed the sound, but before he could sit down, he received a heavy punch in the chest. This suddenly made his body, which had been upgraded and strengthened six times, go dark, and he almost couldn't bear it.
"Mustache, it's true that a hero comes out of a boy!" When Snorri calmed down his blood, a heroic voice rang out. "In the entire mountains, there are countless heroes who can withstand my punch without relying on legendary armor!"
"Who are you?" Snorri turned to look to his right. The puncher had an orange-red beard, but it didn't look like the color was natural. But what attracted more attention was his shiny head. He was a strong man with a bald head.
"Agrim, Lord of Kharak-Kadrin."
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