Snorri's eyes fell on the horned helmet with an orange crest placed on the chair. It seemed that this was the source of Agrim's soaring hair crown.
"Since the time of King Balaag, this helmet has been worn by all the Butcher Kings!" Seeing Snorri's surprised look, Agrim muttered.
"The north wind howling in the mountains is spreading your achievements, and I have always regarded you as a role model." Snorri returned the salute. Agrim is his elder and recognized as the number one warrior in the Mountain Kingdom, and he deserves his respect.
"By the way, do you know an ogre named Iron-headed Ahetanmu?" According to the dwarves' habit of complimenting each other, Agrim suddenly mentioned an old friend.
"Indeed we know each other, what's the matter?" Snorri still remembers that guy. He was able to kill the night goblin warlord in Fearless Castle. Skarsnik, the future general of Eight Peaks Mountain, had several credits for this.
"The ogre tyrant who was entrenched in the pinnacle pass, the Rumble Breathing Kong Gago-the Kin-Eaters, robbed our caravan. I took a group of brothers to deal with them. Just when I was about to chop off that guy's head, Ai He Tanmu sneaked up on it from behind, hoping to exchange it for his own life."
Agrim licked his lips, as if a bloody battle that an ordinary lord could brag about for decades seemed insignificant. All decent ogres have nicknames. Although the longest title in the world belongs to Settra, the nicknames of ogres have a wider range and more meanings.
"It robbed me of the victory. Although its iron head was a bit short, it was still a replacement." Agrim whistled, "But that guy knelt down and said that he knew you, and said that you promised to follow him. If you cooperate again, I will simply spare it."
While talking, one after another participants entered the throne room, and Snorri discovered that the seating arrangement here was divided by fortress, guild and clan. These three are the components of dwarf society.
Snorri saw many acquaintances, including Lord Aric of Horn Castle, Lord Savak of Fearless Fort, etc., also came to the meeting. Anyone who knew him or not would give a big salute when they saw him.
Snorri returned the favor one by one, making them feel like they were having a breath of fresh air, but Agrim didn't care much about these red tapes. The Butcher King sat down and put his helmet on his knees and fell asleep.
"Bang bang bang!"
In a burst of neat footsteps, Thorgreen walked up the stairs, surrounded by the Hammer of Eternity. He sat on the throne of power and spread out the Great Book of Hatred in the stand in front of him.
"Representatives of the Kingdom of the Mountains, welcome everyone. I am happy to tell you that in the past fifty years, many articles have been deleted from Damazklangli, and some of them have retained several... A thousand-year old hatred."
There was a fighting spirit in Thorgreen's voice, and he had reason to be happy for the first time since the Dark Ages. Thunderous applause erupted in the throne room. The tribesmen praised the ancestral gods, the leadership of the High King, and Snorri who had recovered the Southland.
"The ancestor gods have revived, the southern homeland has been recovered, and more fresh blood has been added to our ranks. Not long ago, Dieter, the stupid pig, also rolled down from the throne, the most loyal ally of the mountains. Back to us." Thorgreen continued his opening remarks, and the voices of the participants became more noisy.
"The ancestors choose together!"
"King of the Southland!"
"The Restorer!"
"Storm Hammer!"
"The healthy one!"
The newly invented rune transmitter and traditional taverns and bards spread the word about Snorri and his deeds throughout the old world. The dwarves knew who had brought about those changes, and what made them even more excited was that Snorri was still young enough, and he still had plenty of time to move on.
The representatives of these organizations know more information than ordinary people. Perhaps the young supreme prince can have the opportunity to cross the boundaries of the mortal world and lead the mountains as a demigod or even a true god.
"Above Heaven"
Snorri was sitting upright. As a junior, it would not be wrong to act modestly. And Thorgreen smiled very heartily. Seeing the praises of his son in the hall, which father would not feel proud.
"Let's start, everyone, we will follow tradition and report on the old grudges that have been settled in the past fifty years and those new grudges that are deemed worthy of being added to the Book of Great Hatred." Thorgreen indicated that he would start with Agrim.
"Karak Kaderin, there are no new ones. But we slew the Dragon of the Black Peak, and slew the Chaos Champion Plaques the Unscarred. The followers of Grimnir will bring death to their enemies and to themselves. Bring back the glory!”
The Butcher King brings another good news. With the Ax of Dagor in hand, Agrim can solve almost all threats in the world. Even at the end of his life, with the help of the wind of fire, he cut a gap in Archaon's Kingslayer Sword. The armor of the first Everchosen Mokai was also left with Dagor's Ax. Leaves a mark.
After Agrim, the responsible persons stood up one by one in order. The content of their reports was similar, with greenskins and ratmen being the absolute protagonists. When Snorri was drowsy, a name woke him up.
"Bellegar-The Hammer of Clan Undergrand."
Snorri looked around and saw a young dwarf standing up from the front row of the clan area. Upon hearing this clan name, almost all the attendees had the same reaction as Snorri.
"Is that really Belegar?" Snorri muttered. They had met once before they traveled through time. At that time, Lord Baile was hiding behind his brother Domgar and was a very normal young man.
And now the last bloodline of the Andergrand clan has taken on the hatred and oath of the ancestors, fighting against the greenskins like a vast ocean in the mountains of the Badland. Physical and mental exhaustion made him look much older, and a scar on his cheek seemed to tell his story.
"My people have recaptured Karak-Dorn, but the situation is not good. The resources of Thunder Mountain have been exploited to an extent, and the connection with the outside world is often cut off." Belegar's voice was a little hoarse. This should be a battlefield. On, the sequelae caused by the bursts of war roars in the tunnel.
Karak Dorne is a small fortress on the outskirts of the Eight Peaks Mountains. The Gorath clan leader who originally lived there abandoned his hometown and joined Snorri's expeditionary force with his clan.
"I tried to infiltrate the Eight Peaks Mountains with a small force, but the leyline network was severely damaged. On the ground, the goblins moved faster on their four-legged beasts than the rangers."
Belegar talked about his situation. This was his first time attending a hate conference. Looking at the crowd of powerful people, the self-proclaimed master of the Eight Peaks Mountain tried to get some resources for himself.
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