As the team entered Haimen Pass, Snorri keenly felt that the atmosphere here had become tense. Heavily armed patrols appeared at the fork in the road from time to time. Lord Panos knew how his stronghold prospered, and he was very concerned about Snorri's affairs.
"Lord, please go to the office!" The gatekeeper of Haimen Pass came up to him.
"What's going on? Can pirates still break into Barak Val's interior?"
"Your guest, friend of the mountains, Casmir VII, the shepherd of the Heldenhamites, has arrived. The dark treasure he escorted was coveted by countless evil spirits." The gatekeeper licked his lips, and he could tell that he was It was a very stressful day, and at the same time, in order to avoid mistakes, I also lacked the nourishment of beer.
"How did the news leak out?" Snorri muttered. Although this was not what he hoped for, it seemed that escort operations were always accompanied by accidents. Human beings were tempted too much and were easily corrupted.
"Fortunately, I live up to my fate!"
The old bald man stayed with the lord's personal guards, who surrounded a box burning with holy fire. Despite the constraints of Sigmar's divine fire and the runes of the box itself, Snorri could still feel the dark power moving within it. , perhaps for users of necromancy they are like lights in the darkness.
"Thank you for your hard work. Where are the wounded? I will treat those warriors." Casmir VII's left arm was hung with a bandage. It was obviously a series of fierce battles that allowed the great chanter to be injured.
"That's perfect. But we'd better hand over the matter first." The great chanter motioned to the surrounding dwarves to get out of the way. He opened the box with one hand through the divine fire.
"hiss!"
Dark and blasphemous magic surged out like a stormy wave, and Snorri took a breath of cold air. He felt that they even wanted to drill into his body along his pores.
"Close it quickly!" Everyone present knew that this thing couldn't be faked, but before he finished speaking, there was a noise outside.
"Bang bang!"
"Ding! Card!"
"Well!"
The surging magic power was like a signal flare, and the sound of guns, swords, and the muffled groans of the wounded came one after another.
"Bang!"
Casmir quickly closed the lid of the box, and the dwarves took out their weapons and prepared for battle. But after a while, silence fell outside the room again.
"A zombie dragon was repulsed by our artillery fire."
"Your guess is correct. There are indeed people under your command who have been corrupted. They suddenly launched an attack just now. Fortunately, we were well prepared."
"Something strange happened in the ancestral cemetery. Fortunately, the rune blacksmiths strengthened security in time."
Several messengers brought back good news, and Snorri couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that Casmir and Lord Panos have made preparations. It is difficult for the dwarves to be tempted, it is not easy to raise the army of the dead in the fortress, and the followers of Nagash cannot afford to make too big a splash.
Snorri used rituals to treat the wounded, and Casmir VII's men were lost in half during the previous journey and the fierce battle just now. The great chanter's face was very ugly. Those who could be selected by him to go to the Southland together were all the backbone of the sect.
"Haimen Pass and the Dread Fleet haven't had many fights, but according to reliable information, the admiral of the fleet, Count Noctilus, is a vampire. His desire for those two evil volumes is probably engraved in his bones."
Lord Panos was mumbling worriedly on the sidelines. It was not easy to deal with the undead pirates originally. If the vampire admiral joins forces with other similar people who covet the Nine Volumes of Nagash, Snorri will be under greater pressure. Considering that the ship is a sea gate, he will suffer losses regardless of victory or defeat.
"You can rest assured of this. Although he is from the von Carstein family in Sylvania, he should have broken up with his blood relatives on the shore. Otherwise, he would not have thrown his castle into the sea."
Snorri comforted him, "What's more important is greed. He will want to have the cult exclusively. Let us discuss how to help them rest in peace forever!"
Walking back to the office, the guests and hosts were seated, and Snorri handed the sealed box to Gotrek for safekeeping. He believed that this young strong man could deal with the guy who was spying on them.
"Everyone, everyone, don't look so gloomy! I have a way, maybe I can kill those floating corpses without any blood." Snorri knocked on the wine glass, trying to liven up the atmosphere.
"this.."
"Ancestral gods, please!"
"Children of the mountains do not belong to the ocean!"
Snorri's speech rarely received any response, and the faces of the dwarves present were not very good. Think about it, a group of guys who sink when encountering water are going to fight in the depths of the ocean, and they are still on the offensive side. The right time, place, and people do not take advantage of the three items.
"Is there a submarine at Haimen Pass?" Snorri asked. His eldest brother Gnom had entered one two years ago to explore sunken treasures under the Blackwater Lake.
"Yes, but that thing has almost no combat capabilities." The head of the Marine Engineers Guild stood up. The imaginary enemy of the dwarf navy is still the high elves. Faced with the probing underwater combat of high-level spellcasters, there is no future.
"What about the mines? There must be a lot of them in stock?" Snorri did not answer but continued to ask.
"There are indeed many." The old engineer nodded again. Before Snorri crossed, the main task of the navy at Haimen Pass was to protect the safety of Blackwater Bay. Mines are low-cost, powerful, easy to deploy, and difficult to detect and remove, so they are perfect for defense.
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
"But they need to be deployed in advance and have enough density at key nodes to be effective. There is a vast ocean, no matter how many..."
"That'll be easy!" Snorri interrupted the old dwarf's chatter and laughed. "I have a clever plan. I'll notify the fleet to set off tomorrow! The Southland is still waiting for me to return!"
The fleet at Haimen Pass set sail in a mighty manner, and there was no way the news of this departure could be kept secret. As several bats flapped their wings in the night, they landed on an island in the Bandit Strait.
"Let me see how those guys who jumped out of the cracks in the rocks will beg for mercy from the noble Earl Noctilus!" A tall vampire wearing a large-brimmed captain's hat and an armor on his back covered with spikes came out of his throne. Get up.
He raised the halberd in his hand and let the bats fall on the blade. Count Nuo then swayed slightly, danced a halberd, and skillfully took the secret message carried by the bat into his palm.
This move would be considered very elegant in the eyes of humans. This aristocratic temperament is precisely a major characteristic of the Von Carstein family. Unlike the other four major bloodlines, they are good at penetrating into humans.
"What? How dare they come here to die? Snorri Thorson, huh, even if we could banish the Disrespectful One, he wouldn't be able to float in the sea!"
