"For you and our mountains, I, Broxen, swear that I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
The master of engineering shouted, what enthusiasm this is! The so-called "breaking legendary boots for the mountains and breaking the epic hammer for the nations" is true.
"Caught, beautiful, no, high status?"
Snorri walked so fast that Bloxson had to trot to keep up.
"Well, I think they all look the same, but there are indeed some with high status. The chief sorceress of the God Bless the Evil Party was knocked into the water by Your Excellency Yinyin, but she was not killed. Our old sailors from Haimen Pass fished her out."
"Chief Sorceress, that's great. I've done a great job and will be rewarded with ten oaths of gold!"
Snorri aligned her with the seductive woman who was riding a manticore and casting spells to interfere. The dwarf king licked his lips and lifted his belt.
"Why don't you take a rest?" The engineering master touched his beard and finally advised him. He knew how much Snorri had consumed in this battle.
"Have they been tied up? Can they still stir up trouble after being tied up?" A strange smile appeared on the corner of the dwarf king's mouth. To deal with the second-rate guys, the dwarves have meteorite iron chains that even griffons can't break free. To deal with the first-rate guys, they also have runes. Served in chains.
"The Evil God"
"Don't worry, Eric from the Helhein clan is in charge of this matter. He has always been ruthless!"
"good!"
Running down the stairs quickly, Snorri saw Eric standing at the table outside the iron railing, sorting papers and pens. After hearing the sound, the young man stopped what he was doing and bowed slightly to him.
"Well done!"
Looking at the dark elf women sitting on the ground who were bound by chains inside the railings, he praised them greatly. It was obvious that these three guys were captured after a fierce battle during the day. Naturally, the dwarves would not give preferential treatment to prisoners with pointed ears. They looked weak with their heads lowered.
"You go out. Brothers have gained a lot today. Let's take a good look at it! Collect the part that belongs to me."
The dwarf king twisted and moved his spine. Seeing that Eric was still standing there, he warned him. Different races have different policies on loot, but in most cases a portion needs to be handed over to the lord.
"Huh? Don't you need me to take notes?"
The young man scratched his head and put down the pen and paper in his hand. Although the manpower of the dwarf countries is limited, interrogation is usually done by the lord. A military officer performs the torture, and a civilian official is responsible for recording.
"Didn't you hear that clearly?"
"Yes! My Majesty!" Eric stood up straight and touched his heels.
The King of the Southland glanced at the stairs leading up from the cell. When he was tired and needed to relax, he was not in such a good mood to slowly break up with his subordinates.
"Hehehe, ladies, I am Snorri Thorson, the King of the Southland. According to convention, you are my personal property from now on! Of course, whether it remains private depends on your performance!"
After watching Eric leave, Snorri picked up a basin of cold water and poured it on the dark elves. The three women slowly shook their heads and raised their heads.
"Dwarf, your beard will eventually be burned away by Kane's wrath!"
"Don't waste your efforts! I got tired of the gadgets you have here a hundred years ago!"
"It's your thing, hahaha, do you know why that manticore is willing to be driven by me?"
They didn't seem to have any awareness of being prisoners, and they laughed loudly at Snorri.
"Haha! Laugh a little longer, after all, you may not be able to laugh again in the future."
The dwarf also smiled. Challenging things always ignite a different kind of enthusiasm in people. If these black bean sprouts were taken directly from him, he wouldn't be too cruel.
"I want to tell you, the gameplay I know is much more exciting than those old-fashioned ones of yours. Even Slaanesh would say "good" in front of you!"
Snorri opened the cell door with a smirk. His previous life's research on foreign film and television materials was very extensive. The knowledge he learned from those non-live-action animation works is believed to be refreshing for these promiscuous dark elf women.
"Ding!" The time traveler stuck his buttocks and closed the cell door.
"boom!"
"Where the hell is this!"
Snorri suddenly felt like the world was spinning, and his consciousness was pulled out of his body uncontrollably. In a strange and bizarre way, he saw himself passing through six endless concentric circles of weird colors, and finally landed at the door of a weird and twisted palace.
"It's broken. This color and these tentacles could be the demonic realm of Slaanesh!"
Combined with the purple-based environment around him and his words just now, Snorri stamped his feet on the spot, wishing he could give himself a big mouth.
The six rings he had just passed through were called the Six Rings of Slaanesh, each one a microcosm of one of the Dark Prince's most powerful desires. They are called greed, gluttony, lust, pride, vanity and sloth respectively.
The door to the Palace of Joy in front of him opened automatically, and Snorri's consciousness automatically drifted in at a very fast speed. Figures of various high-level demons of Slaanesh appeared on the walls on both sides of the corridor.
They twisted their naked bodies, destroying Snorri's five senses with their blasphemous behavior, alluring fragrance, vaguely smooth caress, and psychedelic magic sounds.
"Without the Great Secret Keeper, we can still withstand it!"
The dwarves were all muttering as he calmed down from his initial panic. These guys were not enough to destroy his spiritual defense.
"Welcome to the Temple of Distorted Mirror, mortal! My magic mirror will illuminate everything in your heart!"
A sweet voice sounded from the front, and Snorri walked through the corridor door and entered a wide hall, every inch of which was covered by reflective mirrors.
As the only being in the empty hall, Snorri could see his figure reflected in every mirror, but it looked different upon closer inspection. From the most truthful and good to the most evil and evil, every thought that had ever crossed his mind was stripped away.
"It's really painful to be forced to face those evil thoughts again." Snorri muttered as he looked at the illusory images that kept flashing in the mirror.
If those kindnesses and pity might undermine his fighting spirit, then every evil thought would make him look away in discomfort, but unfortunately what appeared in the next mirror was often worse.
Snorri has never been, nor has he ever thought of himself as a saint. "A gentleman does not care about his heart when it comes to his deeds, and there is no perfect person in the world when it comes to his heart." But no matter what, being forced to watch the manifestation of one's evil thoughts is a kind of torture and torture to the soul.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
His soul was breathing heavily. After the concept of time was almost wiped out, he finally broke free from the Distorted Mirror Temple by relying on some conflicts between his past and present thoughts. This is the meditative place of Slaanesh itself, and it is almost impossible for mortals to resist.
