Although they didn't know where they were heading or who the enemy was, the morale of this dwarf army was extremely high. The co-choice of the ancestors and gods walked at the forefront, and the young patriarch followed him holding the oath stone that had been passed down for thousands of years. What could be more glorious than this?
The few insiders were not so relaxed. They were distributed at various key points in the team and moved forward quickly with their concerns in mind. After several days of marching, the tribesmen who had been there judged the possible destination, and rumors spread among the team.
Snorri remained silent about this. He didn't know if any of these people were believers of the Golden God, nor did he know if they had any means to communicate with that guy through the air.
Combining his talent and system, he can sense the evil aura, but Goraz is not necessarily an evil god. Even if he immediately labeled her as a heinous lackey of chaos in his heart, he could not act like an idealist in such an important matter.
"Disperse the brothers into the entire team and subdue them immediately if anyone makes any move!"
After explaining the situation to Belegar, the last bloodline of the Undergrand clan still supported Snorri's approach, even though he kept talking about vouching for his subordinates' piety to the ancestral gods.
The further you go down the mountain, the more damaged the roads and ground become, and it becomes even more difficult for an army dragging artillery to move forward. But Snorri knew that all fear came from insufficient firepower, and he refused to abandon them and move forward lightly.
As we entered the zoning area of Longyabao, the system displayed the extent of local erosion in a timely manner. Looking at the extremely high value not to mention the standards of the dwarves, even the standards of humans, other plans directly turned into waste - what else is there to investigate? Come right on in!
"Everyone, the Father God and the Mother Goddess passed down the oracle. The residents of the stronghold in front dare to sacrifice to evil gods other than them! This kind of complete heresy must be judged!"
When Karak-Azul's almost invisible appearance appeared clearly in the eyes of the army against the setting sun of the Badlands, Snorri stopped his progress and jumped onto his Doomsday Anvil and shouted loudly.
"What? Believe in evil gods?"
"Gronny has a young beard! This has not been heard of for thousands of years!"
"Last month, maybe the month before, my nephew's distant cousin seemed to have made a comment in the tavern."
This explosive news caused chaos in the army. What to do in Longya Castle was the most important topic around the campfire every night, but neither the youngest mustache nor the ancestor spirits who returned to the world thought of this.
Of course, Snorri also knew that it was difficult for the tribesmen to accept and digest it. After all, from the time the dwarves were created until now, they seem to be always on the opposite side of the word "evil god".
"It's been a long time since I personally mobilized before the formation. I don't want to be rusty on my housekeeping skills!"
While opening the system to release the ritual, Snorri secretly thought in his heart that as his prestige has increased over the years, he no longer needs to engage in worship activities to boost morale before fighting.
"The grace of the ancestors and gods has come to you, prove your piety to them! Follow my orders and control all the people in the stronghold. Those who refuse to cooperate will be surrendered by force! Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!"
Feeling the rage of power surging out of their bodies, Cladromon's army no longer hesitated at all, and they strode towards the small stronghold halfway up the mountain.
The dragon slayer Skok briefly recaptured the fortress itself after slaying the dragon, but the devastated city was no longer enough to withstand the ensuing greenskin attack. He and his followers built another small town on the mountain road in front of the main entrance.
"This is the army of Stormhammer Snorri Thorson, the king of the Southland chosen by the ancestors and gods! Karak, the true lord of the Eight Peaks, Belegar Ironhammer, the king of the Andegron clan, is also here Here, please open the door quickly!"
"ah?"
"Why are they here?"
Gotrek's angry call made countless guards on the tower of the stronghold panic, but before they could reply, the grumpy Chosen One, the dwarf god of war, swung his battle ax and hacked down the city gate.
"Stubborn! Gotrek, get out of the way and fire!"
Snorri is even more direct, artillery
Isn't that why you went through so much trouble to get him from Cladro Gate? No matter how small the dwarf stronghold is, it will not save any money on materials, and it will not be able to attack the city quickly without heavy weapons.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by several loud noises, the iron door of "Dragon Cliff Castle" was blasted open, and the warriors who had received the grace of the gods filed in, shouting the course of action that Snorri had just decided while suppressing every encounter. of living people.
"There aren't enough people! Where are those heretics?"
Scanning the dwarves and a small number of humans being held in the square, Snorri frowned. It was obvious that the number did not match what was reported in the intelligence, and none of the leading figures in the stronghold appeared.
"Honored, respected ancestors! You have finally noticed this abandoned land. Please, please believe in my loyalty to them!"
Before he finished speaking, a guy dressed as a guard crawled out from behind the crowd. He hugged Snorri's legs and started crying.
"Loyalty? Huh, tell me where they are, and you can still be considered guilty of meritorious service!"
"Here, those, those depraved guys are taking a chance in an abandoned mine at the back. The leader claims to have obtained Ge, no, the temptation of that evil spirit there! I can take you there now!"
"If you dare to play any tricks, Xichang will make you understand that sometimes death can be a kind of happiness." After saying these harsh words, leaving a small group of soldiers to guard the residents of the stronghold, Snorri headed straight for the mine with his guide. .
"Report! Your Majesty, the Patriarch of the Church suddenly arrived with a large army. I'm afraid he is unwilling to acknowledge the status of God Goraz!"
At the same time, in a hall where the dome and supporting columns were plated with gold, a guard who took advantage of the chaos to escape spoke hurriedly to a thin figure wearing a golden silk robe. Although this man is the height of a dwarf, his body proportions are by no means the square shape common among dwarves. He is so thin that his waist is almost as slender as an elf's.
"Snorri Thorson? Didn't he just return to Plateau Castle? Why did he suddenly appear here?"
The leader touched his smooth beard. The richness of this man's beard ring was comparable to that of the Lord of Copper Mountain Castle and Beleja's father-in-law, the Lord of Lagos. His slender fingers were also covered with luxurious rings.
A few days ago, he spent a lot of effort to dig out a small group of elite rangers who had infiltrated. He thought he could live a peaceful life, but he didn't expect that the real owner would come to kill him in the blink of an eye.
"Bang bang bang!"
"You are indeed quite capable of escaping from the hands of the Lord. It will definitely bring me a lot of happiness and honor!" The dwarf licked his lips as he listened to the knocking sound at the mine entrance.
