The next day, Thorgard and his party began to visit Plateau Castle. Snorri did not accompany them personally. After yesterday's trip, they probably wouldn't have had a lot of fun with him by their side.
"Damn it! I've lost a lot of money just to show off!"
Sitting in the office, Snorri wiped his war hammer with a depressed look on his face. He did not intend to leave the war hammer under the mountain without taking it out after the powerful blow. Quite the opposite, when he tried to trigger the Master Flight Rune to reclaim it without success.
At the time, Snorri thought that the burial of sand, earth and rocks interfered with the effect of the runes, and he didn't want to writhe in the ruins with his butt sticking out and ruin his tall image, so he left directly, but it turned out that he wanted to be simple.
Now there are some scratches on the hammer head of this war hammer, probably caused by too violent collision. But external problems are nothing compared to internal problems. The infusion of spiritual energy has destroyed the structure of that rune.
"It's a bit troublesome. It's not difficult to make another one of these runes with the help of the ritual, but the weapon will not be damaged if the runes are carved. If it is damaged, it will be hard to repair!"
Snorri muttered to himself that when the dwarves were created by the Ancient Saints, in order to reduce the possibility of being eroded by Chaos, they did not have the ability to cast spells, so weapons and equipment often did not carry the function of carrying energy.
He also realized that as his strength improved, the weapon he initially acquired began to fail to keep up. After seeing the power of Belegar's two things in actual combat, Snorri felt scratched in his heart.
"How to do it?"
Snorri leaned back in his chair and thought about it. Compared with other races, as a normal dwarf, it is the right way to seek better equipment to improve his strength.
"Of course it's a good idea to go back and eat your old age. There are always many good things in the treasure house of Eternal Peak and Master Kragg's collection!"
Dwarves are often reluctant to pass on some things due to "lack of qualifications", such as the equipment of the Ironbreaker Warriors and Hammer Guards. It is obvious that the strength of the army will be directly improved if it is used continuously, but there are always old Yuanliang who think that the current mustache is not worthy of the treasures passed down by the ancestors in all aspects.
"Then there is my artifact storage system. I was too busy running around here and there to look for it. Now I have the territory, the manpower, and the peace for the time being. I can work with peace of mind!"
Snorri clicked on his system while thinking. The three pieces he has collected so far are Tourni's Rune Clamps - previously borrowed by Master Kragg; Gazul's Gift Token and Raton's Beast Taming collar.
Snorri didn't have a suitable target for the latter two. Regarding the giant beast, he had asked the two familiar Slan in the Southland in a roundabout way. There are no ancient Triceratops in sedan chairs in the Southland.
Lord Euteclas of the Bone Temple failed to find a suitable carrier for his carriage, and Snorri naturally did not want to ride around on an Ankylosaurus. Not even a giant spider.
The single parts in hand include the pickaxe of Granny's divine pickaxe and the spur gear obtained from the Dreadnaught Fortress. In total, he had already collected half of the sixteen fragments of the eight artifacts, which was very efficient.
Snorri had no idea where the remaining fragments were; some were lost beyond the mountains, some might be in a fallen hillfort. However, Snorri still believed that part of it was still in the hands of the dwarves, but it was just like the spur gears of the Dreadnaught, and the treasure was covered in dust.
Bidige
"Perhaps I can recruit them from the entire Gunshan Kingdom. With my current power and reputation, I can just find any excuse!"
Taking action as he thought, Snorri quickly drafted a statement and sent it across the mountains in rune telegraphs. In the name of the King of the Southland, chosen by his ancestors, he collected cultural relics inherited from the ancestors and gods from all the tribesmen - the kind that had no idea of their use.
Every clansman who is confident about the treasure in his hand can bring it to Karak-Zun, and Snorri will personally identify these things. Once it is confirmed that it is suitable for use, the donor will not only receive a heavy reward, but will also pray for grace for the donor in front of the ancestors and gods.
As for those tribesmen whose treasures were not selected, Snorri will also reimburse their carriage, horse, board and accommodation on the way back and forth. Think of it as a journey to the ancestral homeland to find your roots, and it’s not bad to experience ships and railways by the way.
In fact, with the system in hand, he could describe the things he needed in more detail, such as a pickaxe handle or a gear. But Snorri had his own reasons for not doing so.
First, the hostile forces can also get the news. Once they fall into the hands of the enemy, those guys may not have the ability to destroy the artifact fragments, but throwing them directly into the sea is enough to prevent Snorri from getting them forever.
Secondly, who knows that the tribesmen don’t have other good things in their hands? With his family education and teacher training, it is really possible to identify some treasures, and compared with them, the extra gold expenditure is not worth mentioning.
This news undoubtedly caused a sensation in the mountains and even the entire old world. After discovering that they had no relevant treasures, many dwarf lords gradually turned their attention to the human forces under the mountains.
Thorgard set out on the way back after looking around. Snorri was not with him. The wedding date was set later. After the railway was opened to traffic, the time was greatly shortened. He could study at Plateau Castle while waiting for someone. Deliver treasures to your doorstep.
After identifying several of them as ordinary goods, Snorri was disappointed with the collection of the Nandi people. It's fair to assume that most of the people who migrated here were not happy with their lives in the old world. Such families tend to be slightly inferior in terms of history and lineage.
"Why is it so noisy outside?" Snorri's thinking was interrupted again.
"Bryan Bronzebeard is here, he seems to have tamed a gryphon!" Rogoff was on duty today, and he recognized the adventurer's distinctive beard at a glance.
"Griffin?" The traveler remembered that some dwarves in the King of the Hill world did ride griffins. He had considered this idea when he first came here, but he gave up in the end because griffins were too difficult to obtain.
"Greetings to you, respected King of the Southland! As soon as I get your notice, I will rush south from the Giants' Country Mountains. I hope you are interested in seeing what I have gained from so many years of adventure!"
The adventurer walked in laughing, carrying a small box under his arm and dressed like a Norscan dwarf.
"Hahaha, bring me a barrel of beer for my guest! After I finish reading, I want to hear about your adventures over the years." Snorri greeted him while turning on the system, and the dusty warehouse actually responded.
"Let me see what this is? A beard ring? Yes!" Snorri picked out a little cutie and twirled it on his fingertips.
