"Good guy, Eutrax has made a lot of money these years. Where can we get such strong Thoros?"
After all, it was his own territory, and there were no abnormalities in the previous regular rune contacts. Snorri did not remain too vigilant and chose to land normally. Soon a group of lizard warriors came forward.
The lizard men were perfect soldiers created by the Ancient Saint himself, but the group in front of him was a bit too strong. If it weren't for the iconic skull helmets, he would have thought they were temple guards.
Their eyes are resolute and murderous. As a veteran, Snorri can feel something similar to a "military soul" in these guys. Compared to dwarves and elves, lizards who do not die naturally are truly immortal and have a better chance of forming this kind of spiritual resonance.
"The hot-blooded king, this way!"
A taller lizard man equipped with a spear and a large shield lined up his men and stepped forward. Snorri knew it was a scarred veteran, one that had outlived its brethren and had grown thicker and harder in its scales.
"Something's wrong, 12 out of 10 things are wrong!"
They sandwiched Snorri and the guards between them, then turned and walked towards the port. As the lizards turned their backs to themselves, Snorri's eyes were attracted by the yellow birthmarks on their backs.
When a group of lizard-men are lucky enough to be influenced by the power of the Old Ones when hatching, uniquely colored birthmarks will appear on their skins, marking which Old One blessed these warriors.
Among the lizardmen, they are called sacred infant spirits, while outsiders call these terrifying enemies divine warriors. The yellow birthmark represents the ruthless Razkoto. The mentality of those lizards will no longer be affected by changes in the surrounding environment. Only death can force them to stop their activities.
Even when the Ancient Saints stayed in this world, the Divine Blessed Lizardmen were not considered to be ordinary people, not to mention that it has been more than ten thousand years now.
Snorri is not sure whether Lustria can still hatch the sacred infant spirit sporadically, but the fifth-generation Slann in Eutrax has to hire outsiders to repair every spiritual building. Even if he sold himself, he couldn't even create a sacred hatching pool. .
The unloading area of the port was not big to begin with. As soon as Snorri figured it out, he was surrounded by people and came to the central square. The originally bustling markets on both sides had been cleared out by large groups of lizard men, leaving only a solemn atmosphere.
"Is this? This light claw, is it Ku-Jia? That would be too flattering to me!"
On the opposite side of the square sat a solitary lizard man with a spear stuck in his right hand. He looked up and thought about something. Snorri looked at it and suddenly thought of a sentence: "The hero in the wind sighs and hesitates, with a silver spear standing beside him."
It wears a golden armor that shines with magical luster - it has more of a ritual function to indicate identity than a protective effect. The scars and growths left by being injured and healed over and over again make its blue skin mottled with colors, and also give it a defense that far exceeds its peers.
What's more important is the arm guard of the lizard man's left paw. It has a simple shape, but it contains more terrifying energy than anything Snorri has seen since his time travel - whether it is a white dwarf's treasure or Nagash. The cult of Morgrim or the war gears of Morgrim pale in front of it.
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This arm guard is called the "Hand of the Gods". As the name suggests, it is the product of the blessings of the ancient saints. The war spear stuck in the ground also has a great origin. Legend has it that it is the artifact of the warlike ancient holy goddess Taranxra!
"Gudu!"
Snorri swallowed his saliva. When he first established contact with the Southland Slan, he was also worried that the ancient generation of Lustria would come to visit him. After so many years of peace and harmony, he had already relaxed his vigilance. He did not expect this stall to come. Got a handsome man named Ku.
"Hmm! May I ask if you are the last guardian of Ashoto, Ku-Jia?"
Now that the matter was unavoidable, Snorri could only walk forward quickly to pay tribute to the most legendary lizardman commander. The legendary life of Kuja, the lizard Zhao Yun, began in the incubation pool of Ashoto, the city of destiny.
Because it is so ancient, it is unknown which or which ancient sages favored it. Relying on his innate talent, Kuga obtained an equally talented tyrannosaurus as a mount, and soon became the leader of Ashoto's army.
Hundreds of years after its birth, Chaos invaded. Ashoto faced the enemy, the city fell, and Slann was killed. After Kuga led his troops to break through, they fought guerrilla warfare for hundreds of years in an attempt to recapture the city. When the maelstrom was established and the demon was repulsed, Kuja's comrades were all killed and injured, and only one lizard and one dragon were left in Ashoto.
"Are you the hot-blooded one who invaded the rainforest? You actually know my name."
Kuga withdrew his thoughts from his meditation. It looked at Snorri from top to bottom. The dwarf felt that its gaze was as cold as substance, making his hair stand on end.
"Yes, I am Snorri Thorson, the king of the mountains on the edge of the southern world. I follow the guidance of my ancestors and gods and return to my hometown."
"Ouch!"
"Winter! Winter! Winter!"
Before Kujia could respond, a violent roar sounded from the rain forest not far away, and along with a series of heavy footsteps, a giant orange-red beast sprang out from the shadow of the ancient giant tree.
"Is this Quimock?"
The pungent smell of blood made Snorri sniffle. The monster in front of him was basically the same as the restoration picture in the museum of his previous life - two stories tall, with a strong body, strong hind legs, short forelimbs, and A thick long tail that maintains balance.
"Do you even know its name?"
Kuga gently stroked the huge head of the Tyrannosaurus rex on the ground with his right paw, as if stroking a cute big dog. During their thousands of years of fighting, they went through life and death and formed a friendship that was better than family.
"What a perfect combination of strength and wildness!"
Snorri raised his head to admire this ancient tyrannosaurus. Perhaps in the entire Lustria rainforest, only the blessed tyrannosaurus Gargentuzan, known as the "behemoth of the ancient saint", could rival it. Blood spurted from its mouth. I don’t know how many great demons were sent back to the subspace.
"I came here across the World Pool on the orders of the Lord of Hethiotar. Not long ago, a group of elves visited the City of the Sun, and their leader claimed that there were ignorant people trying to decipher the grand plan."
"Deciphering the grand plan? Teclis is really good at tricking people! I don't remember telling him about this!"
Kuga's words were shocking, and Snorri didn't expect that the conversation at the Tower of the Rising Sun had attracted them.
"After I arrived here, I also discovered that you had stolen the wisdom and technology that belonged exclusively to the eldest son of the ancient saint, right, hot-blooded species."
"This, actually is..."
"You don't need to explain to me. Lord Mazda-Moody is seeing you, and I'm just here to carry out his orders."
Kuja raised the hand of the gods to signal Snorri to stop, and then took out a crystal ball.
