The core of the so-called aftermath is how to deal with the tribesmen in Longyabao stronghold who have been eroded by chaos. Of course Snorri would use rituals to purify them, but he didn't know whether he could completely cleanse them.
There are three, six, and nine levels of Chaos Corruption. Being exposed to the Warpstone or reading a promotional brochure is not the same concept as being dragged into the Demon Realm by Slaanesh himself. The only ones who can be more important than the God Lord and the Great Demon are the Four Gods or the Chaos Lesser Gods who personally take action.
"How many have mutated?"
After thoroughly exploring the mine, the troops returned to the stronghold halfway up the mountain to camp in the evening. After all, this place is close to a bad land, and even the elite can't guarantee that no green-skinned people without eyes will come to their door.
"More than twenty, they are all core believers of the cult, and among them is the owner of this stronghold, the claimed owner of Longya Castle. We also talked before, and he vowed to become a strong man with the ability to slay dragons like his ancestors."
Belegar-Ironhammer muttered sadly, and he poked the pyre to make the fire burn brighter. In the hearts of young dwarves who have not experienced the great holy war, the fall of the majestic son of the mountains is a fantasy.
"The burning will be carried out tomorrow morning when the sun rises. They are no longer our compatriots."
Snorri's tone was equally heavy. Due to the extreme lack of population and relatively high moral standards, there is no death penalty in dwarf society - exile after physical punishment is the harshest method.
"Um!"
"call!"
There was a burst of sighs in the conference room, but no one raised any objection. Anyone who has seen those deformed malignant tumors, pincers, tentacles, etc. will know that they are hopeless.
"Others, I will sacrifice to the ancestors and gods tomorrow morning to give them salvation, but I don't know if there will be stubborn and evil people among them."
"Isn't it bad to have so many people?"
"I guarantee the honor of the clan, can you give my cousin a chance?"
"You have met Hook and praised him..."
Before he finished speaking, the participants began to give advice. After witnessing Snorri's thunderous tactics, the residents of the stronghold realized the seriousness of the problem and took advantage of the dinner time to mobilize various contacts to smoothen the situation and plead for mercy.
When it was still called Treasure Peak, Karak-Azgol was famous for producing a large number of high-quality gemstones. As close neighbors, they have close contact with Bafeng Mountain and Tiefengbao, and there are intermarriages among all classes.
After Snorri regained the Southland, extended his power to Cladro Gate and connected with Iron Peak Castle, the entire mountains knew that he was targeting the fortress group in the Badlands. As a result, this stronghold has received an influx of new warriors seeking wealth and honor, many of whom are from famous families.
"Be patient, I'm not as extreme as the followers of Heildenheimer."
Being born in the Drazkrad clan, Snorri is certainly aware of the complex relationship between dwarves. If you look through the family tree carefully, eight out of ten dwarves can be related to them.
"This is what I think. First of all, they should be moved away from here and resettled nearby, and not allowed to leave the Southland before they are completely purified. Secondly, they should participate in the sacrifices of the ancestors and gods without missing a beat, and make regular ideological reports with the priests. In addition, Each of them should also be assigned a decent guardian to keep track of their mental and physical movements, and my West Factory will also conduct random inspections from time to time."
Snorri stated word by word the results of his thinking along the way. If nothing else happens, this will become a brand new law for the dwarf nations, dealing with all possible faith issues in the future.
"If, and I mean if, they are indeed abnormal, don't say it was unexpected."
After saying these cruel words, the dwarf king stood up and left. As long as he didn't insist on killing people, no one would dare to question his decision on religious issues. If he did, he wouldn't mind immediately claiming that this person had been corrupted by Goraz.
"The joint letter between King Belegar and I, please hand it directly to His Majesty Kazador. Iron Peak Castle is the closest, and it may have been infiltrated by the cult. I have to visit again next time. Time is running out."
After the ceremony the next day, Snorri handed the letter to Belegar's guard captain and set off on his way home. Bloxson has protected the core of the mercenary guards and arrived at Hongyun Mountain. Together, they want to bring this treasure back to the old world.
"I am no longer the insignificant ant that I was at the beginning of time travel. The impact I brought to the original world line was enough to attract the attention of those four people. They can't all stand by and watch, and my time will not be as abundant as theoretically. .”
Standing on the bow of the ship, Snorri looked out from the railing, and Slaanesh's interference sounded the alarm to him. He seemed to see a guy with a Chaos Mark on his forehead trudging through the distant Chaos Wasteland.
Yes, after consulting the secret volumes of the Sigmar Religion, he learned that the prophesied fourth Eternal Chosen One, Archaon, had been born before he traveled through time, and now he is on his way to collect the secret treasures of Chaos.
Although he had something on his mind, Snorri could not refuse Lord Panom's request to preside over the inauguration ceremony of the newly renovated Morgrim Temple. The main body of the temple is carved out of the sea cliff and requires an elevator to reach it.
In sharp contrast to the grand hall, the statue of the god is only life-size and stands on a high staircase. Barak-Var's best designers allowed sunlight to focus from sunrise to sunset on the tiny gear held in the hand of the statue.
The gear is obviously not one and the same as the stone statue carved from granite, but the visitor need not be confused. Every dwarf in Haimen Pass is willing to kindly remind him that the gear is a real thing - the son of Grimnir and Valaya lived in that era. capital.
After reading the speech provided by Haimen Pass and performing the Mogrim ritual on the participants, Snorri got on the train to Torrent Pass. Even if it is just walking through the badlands and the closest edge to the civilized world, it is armed like a hedgehog.
"I have not disappointed you, and please don't disappoint me. The dark forces are brewing a new wave, and they will be of great use."
Returning to the depths of the Engineers' Guild headquarters, which shocked him at the beginning of his time travel, and looking up at the two giant statues, Snorri saw in them the power of the servant guards on Nangao's Nine Walls.
"In the name of the god Morgrim, the engineering masters of the entire guild will gather here to repair it as soon as possible. Can you contact Master Krag? If possible, we are also willing to listen to the advice of the extraordinary."
Brock held the core and his face flushed with excitement. A huge honor was waiting for him. No dwarf could refuse such a temptation. But he hasn't been carried away yet, and he knows how to work together.
"Well, I'll go back and give it a try. I hope the master has figured it out over the past year or so."
Snorri nodded thoughtfully, and the pace of his plan was forced to speed up. It was time to test the feasibility of his theory through Master Krag's practice.
(End of chapter)
