"It's okay not to mention the past. As long as we keep moving forward on the right path, Karak-Bafeng Mountain will eventually return to the embrace of the mountains." Snorri didn't know what to say for a while. After all, it was hard to calculate that Bafeng Mountain had fallen. King Loen has to take leadership responsibility.
"Are there any wounded? Gather together, I will hold a ceremony and ask the ancestral goddess to send her grace." Snorri didn't waste any more words. After obtaining the hero's pendant from Settra, he restored the artifact of Gazul's mercy token.
The token of the Dwarf Death allows Snorri to summon a heroic spirit from the Hall of the Ancestors to serve him, but the King of the Southland has never used this one-time item.
Half of the strength of a strong dwarf lies in his equipment. Even if he summons Gotrek Starbreaker, unless he takes off Thorgrim's High King suit and gives it to him, he may not be the same as the other dwarf kings in his spiritual state. the difference.
"I would like to say hello to you on behalf of my father, King Kazador, the respected ancestors." Before Snorri could ask any more questions, a dwarf in slightly weird clothes walked up.
"I forgot to introduce you. This is Prince Kazric of Iron Peak Castle! He heard about your arrival and came all the way across the Southern Badlands. He just arrived the day before yesterday." Belega patted his forehead. .
"Nice to meet you. Your bravery and skills are also widely spread in the old world." Snorri said politely.
"Master Iron Eyebrow returned to Karak Azul a few days ago. We have sharpened our battle axes, prepared enough military rations, and are waiting for news from you."
Although the prince was only a little older than Brother Gnom, he still seemed to have a very irritable temper. He expressed his intention to come straight to the point. Snorri suspected that this might be because Iron Peak Castle had been left alone in the badlands for too long.
"That's why I'm here. There is an urgent need for development within the Southland. I also have other important matters. The progress here is not very satisfactory. I hope you and His Majesty Cazador can understand."
"How is the situation at Cladro Gate?" The reliability of this important transfer station is the key to whether the plan to connect to Iron Peak Castle can succeed.
"Those green mushrooms with their heads full of grass gradually gave up their attack after being repulsed by us countless times, and turned to surveillance and harassment. However, the iron-smashing warriors reported traces of rats underground." Speaking of the last sentence, Belle Gai Ya lowered his voice.
"How do you say that?" Snorri frowned. According to his analysis and the intelligence he collected, the Skaven disturbing the Red Cloud Mountain should be from the Cripple Peak in the northeast. They have been around for thousands of years. The clans that used to compete with the Lord of the Undead for the dimensional stone veins.
As the warpstone in Cripple Peak is gradually mined out, this group of ratmen is also getting weaker and weaker. They should not and have no reason to appear at Cladro Gate, so it can be inferred that the ones here are not the same group as those in Hongyun Mountain.
"Traces? Be specific, this matter is too important!" Snorri didn't want to make any noise. He walked into the gate of the fortress as if nothing happened, preparing to conduct a ceremony to treat the injured and purify the erosion. Now that he has a steady stream of revival points, this consumption is no longer a problem.
While Snorri looked solemn and recited prayers, things were not peaceful to the north of Cladro Gate. There is a "mountain rush" between the mountains, which is a plain between mountains. Eight towering peaks surround her, like loyal guards.
Each of these eight peaks has its own name. Zlifen, Yar, Monar and Silverhorn guard the eastern mountains, while Rooney, Ryan, Nair and the Pale Lady guard the mountain peaks. Western entrance.
In Shanchong, a large lake looks like a silver mirror in the sun, and beside it, sits a magnificent fortress. The fortress also earned the nickname "Queen of the Silver Depths" because of the large lake known as the "Silver Depths".
The fortress on the surface is already impressive, but like an iceberg, there are ten times more underground. Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain is the product of the dwarves' power at its peak, symbolizing the glory of that golden age.
But now, this beautiful place no longer belongs to the dwarves. If you look closely, you will see that the huge statue in front of the gate is dilapidated, and the once smooth and smooth walls are covered with filthy and profane hangings and graffiti.
A large number of green figures came in and out, and their equipment was generally decorated with a strangely smiling yellow crescent moon. These are the greenskins belonging to the Xie Yue clan. They have occupied the Eight Peaks Mountain, and their influence covers half of the Badlands.
In the intricate network of underground veins, countless Skaven are shuttled back and forth. Those who know enough about this dirty ethnic group will find that there are surprisingly many strong black-haired rats among them.
There is such a hall in the deepest part of the underground. It is difficult to identify what purpose it was used for, but what is certain is that this place is very hidden, easy to defend and difficult to attack. If there are no special indicators, you will definitely not be able to find it.
"You, here you come, Quick, my sharpest claws."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Gnoldor."
The leader of the Moss clan is very old, so old that his proud black hair has begun to fade. But every time it sees the giant rat in front of it, it always manages to squeeze out a smile on its old face.
Queek is a head taller than the most elite Stormvermin, and his stout body contains terrifying violence. This god of war among rats was selected from the filthy breeding pit by Gnoldor and raised to adulthood by himself. It can be said that he has absolute loyalty to it.
"Why did you call me back? I just added a new, new collection to my collection."
Quik leaned down, and the trophy rack on its back was exposed. There were two heads hanging on it, one that was somewhat dried was an orc, and the other that was still fresh was from Skaven himself.
What's more terrifying than having two heads hanging on your back is that these two heads are still alive! With the help of evil rituals, Quick sealed the souls of these two eligible trophies in his skull.
"Spy, I found that group, that group of bearded things!" Gnoldor played with a map in his claws. "I want you, let, let them go die! Die!"
"Yes! Yes! Belegar, his, his head will be my most, best collection. Ouch! I, I will leave a good place for him!" Quick received the order and opened his head. The Mouth Monster laughed, feeling the desire to hunt begin to burn within its body.
"This, this is for you! Put it on! Come back safely!" Gonodor stretched out his claws, and two big rats came out of the darkness carrying a battle armor.
Quick's two scarlet rat eyes couldn't move away once they saw the armor. The main body of the armor was scarlet, with many green dimensional stone fragments regularly inlaid on it, exuding an aura that made the rat's heart palpitate. .
