After briefly looking at the subsequent city planning, Snorri left Demon Slayer Castle and rushed to Plateau Castle. He had just received news that the wood elves to the west of the Southern World Edge Mountains had sent a messenger.
Prior to this, Snorri had restricted his subordinates not to enter the forest at the west foot, and the other party did not come out to pry. The two parties pretended that the other family did not exist, and they lived in peace for several years.
However, after the Bretonnians arrived to develop the land, they inevitably expanded outwards. They had many connections with the wood elves in the Athel Loren forest in their hometown. When they arrived in the Southland, they could still see their fellow villagers and established a connection again and again.
As the scale of trade continued to expand, Snorri's men finally could no longer sit back and watch all this happen. They took some measures to intervene, but the final decision had to wait until he came back.
"Pointy Ears, what brings you to the presence of the King of Southland? Let me give you a chance to speak!"
The envoy of the wood elves was a forest seeker riding a giant eagle, but his strength was no longer enough for Snorri's eyes. The Dwarf King recalled the flying army that descended from the sky at the Horn Castle, and the current scene could be reversed from that time.
"Well, phew!"
After hearing Snorri's unkind words, it goes without saying that Xunlin Ke's face under the mask was not very pretty. Her chest rose and fell, and she took a deep breath for a long time before she regained her breath.
"We hope to be able to communicate with your territory." She seemed to have not used the common language for a long time, and her tone of voice was stiff.
"Put these aside for now, and tell me which part you are from? Why did you leave Athel Loren Forest and come to the Southland?" Snorri asked what he was most curious about.
"Our bows are drawn for the Lord of the Wild Hunt, and our arrows are drawn for the Lord of the Forest." The forest seeker said in a twist.
"The Bretonnians say that these pointed ears call themselves the Orion Arrows." Balin explained in Snorri's ear.
"Orion's Arrow Company?" Snorri thought of the shirtless deer-headed man. There are countless demigods active in this world. Although Orion's power is greatly affected by seasonal changes, it is not affected at all. There is no doubt that no one wants to touch the deer-headed man in midsummer.
"Then you are here because of that person's wishes?" The Dwarf King curled his lips. Orion probably wouldn't be able to stay away from Athel Loren, but he still didn't intend to try the power of the Spear of Kunos. , this thing made a hole in the Aenarion dragon armor at the end, which is not easy to deal with.
"Not bad." The wood elf answered simply.
"Don't tell me you are here to protect the environment."
"There is nothing to tell you, but Eslai can promise that as long as you don't enter our forest, we will never take a step."
The strength of this wood elf expeditionary force was not too strong. After hearing the Bretonnians describe the dwarves' achievements and military appearance, these pointed ears gave up the idea of direct confrontation.
"Then why not build a few trading posts on the hillside? I think it will be good for both you and me." Snorri still needs a lot of natural resources such as wood, but fortunately the lizard people can provide it for him.
"Do you have anything else to do?" After he had finished speaking, the forest seeker seemed to be in no hurry to leave. Snorri felt a little strange. The wood elves should not be of this temper.
"Here, do you know Black-Akhan?"
"Of course, what's wrong?" Snorri pushed his forehead, feeling tired from the long journey.
"Well, maybe we can have a chance to fight against the Lich King together? He and his undead army belong to all living people..."
Xunlin Ke asked tentatively, maybe this was her real purpose. The Black Tower of Akhan is located in the south of Nehekhara. Compared to going to the northern capital Settra, heading west to the sea, and heading east to the mountains to fight against the dwarves, the Grand Vizier of the Lord of the Dead must have felt that this team was isolated overseas. The Wood Elf Expeditionary Force is easier to deal with.
"Oh, let's talk about it later!"
The dwarf king waved his hand impatiently. Firstly, he did not want to seek the bad luck of the medieval killing king. Secondly, Nagash was involved in the pyramid of Settra. If Arkhan did not give up, he would have to fight with the Immortal Emperor first. Have a fight.
Now he and his territory still have a lot to do. Compared with connecting to Iron Peak Castle to the north, dealing with Akhan is more difficult and the reward is lower. However, Snorri thought about it and decided to bridge the gap between the wood elves and Settra. With Arkhan sandwiched between them, the Lich King would have no time to worry about anything else.
After finishing the foreign affairs, Snorri briefly handled the internal affairs. Several presbyterian churches are running well, and the immigrants can live and work in peace and contentment. Now the Southland is in a period of rapid development, and the huge dividends have suppressed potential conflicts. down.
"I want to retreat for research. You can discuss and decide on general matters. Unless it is extremely important, don't disturb me!"
After saying this, Snorri got into his workshop. He hasn't had time to study the information provided by Slan Demon Toad carefully. Instead of polishing his technical and tactical skills through continuous training and actual combat, he prefers to use another way to improve his strength.
The knowledge of spiritual veins is difficult and obscure beyond the imagination of those who travel through time. When this thing was developed, it was not for dwarves at all. Even with the help of the system and past life theory, three years had passed by the time Snorri had a preliminary understanding.
"Phew! The ancient sage is on top! Fortunately, you held on."
Snorri stood up from his meditation, the back of his underwear soaked with sweat. In the past three years, he searched inch by inch and finally found the spiritual node closest to Plateau Castle.
He just tried again to get close to the underground spiritual veins, but the impact of the huge energy from the world itself almost caused his soul to be lost forever.
According to Snorri's research, the use of spiritual veins is divided into three steps. The first is to find, or feel, it; the second is to elicit it through technology and limit the output of energy within a safe and controllable range.
After completing the first two steps, the final step is to control the majestic power and let them follow your wishes. In practical terms, what Ortrax entrusted Snorri to do already fell on the second step - repairing the building sequence that leads to the power of the spiritual veins.
It took Snorri three years to achieve the first step. His next task was to repair the spiritual vein building of the Bone Temple while trying to imitate one of his own on the node of Plateau Castle.
"It took a lot less time than I imagined, but unfortunately the process was too immersive. I only know the outline of what happened in the past three years through occasional relaxation."
Snorri was mumbling as he pushed open the door to the secret room. His current location was no longer in the original workshop but deep in the mine.
