"No need to repair it? What to do then!" Snorri licked his lips. Could it be that the master felt that he had brought glory to the master and wanted to reward a good guy again? That would really be a shot in the arm.
"Just take this, otherwise I won't be able to use it." Master Kragg sighed softly, and he picked up his forging hammer from the side of the chair.
"No? What do you mean?"
Snorri was stunned with his mouth wide open. This legendary weapon bearing Kragg's own name represents his legacy, but the problem is that masters usually do this when they are near the end of their lives!
Kragg the Severe had broken through the boundaries of mortals, and Snorri knew that he lived until the end, and that it was far from time to pass on the mantle.
"My strength reached its bottleneck two hundred years ago. Since then, I have been seeking to continue to improve my skills. Now, I have made a breakthrough in this aspect." Kragg shook his head slightly and sighed.
"As for our mountains, with you, your father, and Agrim here, I can safely report to the halls of the ancestors and gods."
"Huh!" Snorri let out a long breath. He actually understood Krag somewhat. For an old man like him who doesn't like to enjoy, it is very important to have a successful life. If there is no goal, what else will we not experience in thousands of years?
"Master, don't you have or are you not planning to try to ascend to the throne of God?" Although he vaguely knew the reason, Snorri still asked.
"Haha! When my strength reaches my level, I will always think about this matter. You may face the same situation in the future." Cragg laughed helplessly a few times. Although he said he was open-minded, he really had to digest what he would be like. Nothingness still takes some time.
"Our tribe is still too few, too few, and there are seven ancestor gods in front. The remaining authority and the faith of the tribe are not enough to condense a new godhead." Speaking of such matters involving the extraordinary realm , Master Krag stretched out his hand to repel his guard.
"There are no other seniors who have reached this point before me. You know, from the collapse of the Star Gate and the invasion of Chaos to the present day, the demigods in the Mountain Kingdom have not been broken."
"You mean Grim Brindel?" Snorri's first reaction was the white dwarf.
"The White Bearded Ancestor is of course the most well-known, but I'm talking about other than him. Do you know Raton? He is the latest one." Krag shook his head and said a name.
"Ratong!" The traveler was shocked. He had been collecting information about this person since he entered the Southland, but this name and everything behind him seemed to have been erased by something.
The artifact cache in his system contains a total of eight artifacts, one for each of the seven ancestor gods, and the last beast-controlling collar belongs to Raton. So who is he?
"Well, you probably haven't heard of him. When he was most famous, I was still a mustache." Cragg interpreted Snorri's strange behavior as pure surprise.
"He is the leader of those deviant guys in Riptide Pass, but whether I like it or not, Raton is indeed a genius. You, hum, most of those roaring industrial garbage you like were invented or perfected by him!"
Master Cragg was lost in his memories, and Snorri listened quietly. To be able to know the personality of a character that the master admired so highly without asking, he must have crossed the boundaries of mortals.
"He's a little different from me. He can invent those smoky things, and his understanding of the rules should be more thorough. But you have to know, those things are still foreign objects after all!" Cragg stared at Snow. Here, he is teaching his disciples a brand new lesson.
"The tribesmen praised him and respected him, but after all, the number was limited, and artillery and aircraft could not help him open the inner door. Latong was unwilling to accept all this, and he relied on his own intelligence to think of a trick. "
"How can one be clever in ascending to the gods?" Snorri blinked.
"If you are strong, you can gain faith; or if you have more faith, you can gain strength in return."
Krag spoke very slowly. These two sentences are simple to say, but the so-called simplicity is the basic logic of becoming a god. This is what the best people in this world do.
"Laton condensed his ingenuity into a collar. That treasure undoubtedly went beyond the scope of engineering equipment. Rumor has it that it can be used to control giant beasts, and it can also feed back some of the power of the controlled person to the owner. On my body." The master finally came to the topic that Snorri was most interested in.
"Then what? Why is his story no longer mentioned?" The apprentice continued.
"Then, he created the collar but found that the monsters of the old world were not enough to help him break through, and it was impossible to capture the dragon in the territory of the Pointed Ears, so he set his sights on Lustria."
"Riliu Pass and Haimen Pass formed a large-scale expeditionary force for him, which is similar to the force you went to the Southland. However, the danger in that unknown continent still exceeded their expectations. In the end, there were no survivors. One." Kragg's face showed a bit of sadness.
"Raton is dead, and his collar is missing. The fortress and guild, which suffered huge losses, thought he had gone crazy before setting off. In order to prevent others from making the same mistake again, all information about him has been withheld."
"But your situation is different from his. We rune blacksmiths rely on our own strength to speak for ourselves!" Snorri was untying the collar while thinking about the collar lying safely in his safe.
"It's useless, even if the god Turni is at the front.
. "Krag whispered.
"Actually, I have another way. There are not enough tribesmen, but there are enough humans at the foot of the mountain! They are also wise and can provide faith." The time traveler thought for a moment and then said the plan he had originally left for himself.
"Human? How can this be done? Not my kind.
. "The conservative old man subconsciously denied it. For the dwarves, the word "ancestor" must be placed in front of the gods.
"Why not if they are not from the same clan? Are the Four Gods of Chaos humans? They didn't mention it, but you don't know who the Lady of the Lake in Bretonnia is!"
Snorri smiled and analyzed that by spreading his story widely in the Old World and the Southland, he was preparing for possible future needs.
"It makes sense! But I don't have any foundation at all, and I can't distribute any holy water!" Cragg's eyes lit up, but then he raised a new problem.
"Who said we can only deliver water? Don't you also have your own advantages? As for the mass base, how many humans have asked to see you over the years? Who doesn't know that I am your closed disciple!"
