Bloxen's journey back home ends at Torrent Pass, and Snorri has to continue on. Thorgrin has already begun planning a railway between Karaz-a-Karak and the surrounding fortresses, but even the High King, who is at the core of the dwarven conservative forces, needs to do a lot of mobilization work.
"Everything went well, did you get what you wanted?"
This was not a formal interview. Snorri sat across from Thorgreen in his office. The co-owner of the Gunshan Kingdom had a lot of energy that was beyond his age, and he smiled very happily when he saw his youngest son.
"Hahaha, we all rely on the blessings of our ancestors and gods!"
"If those colossi handed down from ancient times can be repaired, we will no longer have to rely on fortresses and artillery for passive defense against giant monsters." Holding the dragon crown, he affirmed Snorri's contribution.
"So after leaving the earth with his feet and sailing for months on the vast ocean, has my dear King of the Southland taken time to think about his life-long events?"
After chatting for a while, Thorgreen finally came up with this topic. This is the most important opportunity to find allies. Proper selection can lead to a sharp expansion of power.
"Pah! Phew!"
"Crash!"
Snorri laughed and snapped his fingers. A breeze suddenly blew up in the conference room deep in the mountain. The pages of the Book of Hatred in front of Thorgreen, soaked in the blood of the highest kings of all ages, began to turn.
"Strange, where does the wind come from?"
The High King sniffed, as if trying to find where the wind outlet was. The smile on Snorri's face looked a little embarrassed, and using his little dazzling skills on his father was a bit like playing the piano to others.
If it were a strong man like the Butcher King or Kazador-Dragon Slayer, he would naturally understand what this wind meant. Thorgreen's strength is still not enough. He is far away from the peak of mortals. Otherwise, he would not have been assassinated by Death Master Snitch when the metal wind was added to him at the end.
"Oh, let's change it to something simple and easy to understand."
While muttering, Snorri glanced at his father's desk, and soon found an ordinary pen holder. Even though the dwarven nations are no longer in their heyday, most of the High King's office supplies are still engraved with runes, and are quite resistant to changes in traits.
"Snapped!"
There was another snap of the fingers, and the pen holder originally carved from stone glowed with golden light, reflecting the faces of the father and son under the light.
"This, this is?"
Thorgrin was stunned with his mouth wide open. Under the influence of the thirst for gold, turning stones into gold can be said to be an eternal hot spot in dwarf society. The pursuit of it is quite similar to Snorri's enthusiasm for studying perpetual motion machines as a "civilian" in his previous life. The tribesmen who have "unique insights" into alchemy include people from all walks of life, regardless of age and origin.
"In the name of Tourni, this shouldn't be your newly developed rune, right?"
"Of course, rune magic is just like the nature of the Son of the Mountains. The core is constant rather than changing."
"My dear ancestors of the clan, how old are you now! Master Krag was only around 350 years old before he discovered the secret of extraordinary power."
Thorgreen stood up, pressed Snorri's shoulders and rubbed his cheeks. It is precisely because they have always had demigods that the dwarves know how destructive these extraordinary beings in power can be.
"I'm just barely over the threshold. There's still a long way to go."
"Good boy, no wonder you keep pushing back on that matter! I still underestimated you after all!" Fortunately, he had already expected that Snorri would have a great chance of breaking through the demigods, and Thorgreen didn't take long to accept it.
"Aren't you going to release the news right away? I'll go and clarify those houses for you. What's the next step? If you need anything, just ask!"
"It's hard to say. I only have a prototype in my mind right now. I plan to go find the master first. I don't know what he will gain after being down the mountain for more than a year."
Saying goodbye to his father, Snorri struck the communication rune to contact Master Krag. In order to avoid being too disturbed in the process of spreading his faith, the Rune Demigod restricted the channels through which he could be contacted.
"Kislev City? That's very close to Karak Kadelin, so we can get things done together!"
After learning the whereabouts of his master, Snorri took a short break and took his guards to the airport of Eternal Peak without making any further stops. The crew received the order and made preparations for takeoff.
After the elves and their dragons withdrew from the old world, Karaz-a-Karak was for a long time the only fortress outside Torrent Pass that deployed aircraft on a large scale. The inherited experience made the pilots here famous in the mountains. .
Looking at the winding snow peaks through the glass, Snorri was silently lost in thought. This is the first time he has gone north since crossing over. During the long journey before, whenever he was complacent about the staged victory he had achieved, he would warn himself that the real enemy was still brewing strength in the north.
The gods the Lady of Kisril worships are very diverse. They are located in the northernmost part of the civilized world. Their living conditions are harsh. They have been fighting against the forces of chaos all year round. They are in urgent need of comfort and encouragement from gods. It has to be said that it is a good place to harvest faith.
"Dear passengers, we are about to land! Please look to your left. This experience at Butcher's Castle costs ten gold coins!"
"It's better to see it than to hear it a hundred times. This Butcher's Shrine is really, really shocking!"
The pilot's shout pulled Snorri back. Even if they were sitting in the helicopter, they had to raise their heads - the mountain behind the core of Karak-Kaderin Fortress was carved into the roaring face of Grimnir from the mountainside. The original peak was cut into a sky-high crown.
More than three thousand years ago, it is said that King Balagore, Agrim's ancestor, felt humiliated and angry because his daughter was killed on his way to the Eternal Peak to marry the Supreme Prince. The butcher's oath passed down to this day.
Since a king cannot die easily, he weighed in and ordered the construction of the largest shrine of Grimnir in the entire mountains, and provided support to all warriors who sought an epic death to wash away the insult they had suffered.
"Hahaha! Dear ancestors, since the god Grimnir first responded to your call in Breeze Castle since the ancestors' time, I have been looking forward to you coming here so that my people can bathe in divine grace. Today I finally got what I wanted! Please!”
The senior officials of Agrim Iron Fist and Karak Kaderin were already waiting in front of the tarmac, and Snorri greeted him enthusiastically as soon as he stepped out of the cabin.
"The compatriots in the Northern World's Edge Mountains can live and work in peace and contentment without your hard work."
Snorri responded politely. At the Hatred Conference, he had already met the most powerful person among the dwarf nations. Agrim relied on more than just martial prowess to make the fortress more prosperous.
(End of chapter)
