Snorri ignored the indiscriminate ogres in the team and knew that it would be impossible to make the aliens sincerely believe in the ancestral gods in a short period of time. They are just out of pragmatism. If you have breasts, you are a mother.
"Stop, stop, I will convey my thoughts to them. By the way, Ahetanmu, do you want to go back to your hometown to develop?"
"Home, what home? We ate well and slept well in Butcher's Castle, why are we going back to that hell place!" Aihetanmu shook his head like a rattle. Anyone who heard this would think Snow Here is a test of loyalty.
"Relax, my friend. There is an old saying in Cathay that says that wealth does not return to its hometown like silk and silk. Let's find a quiet place to talk. Let your subordinates start eating first. I guess the belief in the Mother Goddess is not pious enough to put them away. Freedom from hunger.”
Seeing that some of the ogres were beginning to become restless, Snorri raised his hand and used a gust of wind to lift the Ahetanmu. The mercenary leader lined up his hungry subordinates and led the dwarves to his office.
"We are all acquaintances, and there is no need for us to hide them. It will be a lot of resistance if you do this."
"The craftsmanship of your people is as impressive as the campfire stories in the tribe when I was a kid. If I had more gold, it would be even better!"
Ahetanmu picked up the mace and tapped his belly armor lightly, activating the runes on it. There is no need to say what this means to an intelligent person.
"To put it simply, I intend to restart the Tusk Road. If you hope to gain influence in the Mourn Mountains, we will have a lot of room for cooperation."
"Don't scare me. There were no young or old in each tribe before the little tyrant Shaona, but there are still so many bright red tubes in the game! If I throw back my few manpower, the seventy hills behind will be choked. "
"You doubt me so much? With all due respect, those guys only have interests in mind. They know what loyalty is!"
When Ai Hetan heard Xiao Le, he really asked about my knowledge. With this ax in hand, Lowtrek is complete - truly the most victorious butcher in history. As for Felix? Everything must be going well, maybe my appearance is not necessary. "The difference between ogres and greenskins is small. The leader's personal strength is very important. You promised to give Snorrim an epic-quality equipment, but there is no way to keep a secret hand."
"Oh, hell, go ahead and say it! That doesn't sound right to me!" Snorimu knew that what Aihetan had given him was a multiple-choice question.
The Butcher King couldn't hide his joy. He went out to raise resources slowly and received guidance from two demigods of his own race at once. I seemed to have seen myself harnessing extraordinary power in my palms.
"You can't count, but as long as he is willing to accept some conditions, whether it is equipment, supplies or recruitment of soldiers and horses, the wealth of the Mountain Kingdom can be provided. By the way, I am afraid that the Butcher King will allow his power to continue to expand under my territory. Well, even if he organizes an ogre choir."
"Hehe, what an honor!"
After listening to Ahetan's explanation of the results of the negotiation, Agwaimu scratched his bald head. My first impression of Snorrim was bad. Butcher's Castle guards the gateway to the Ogre Kingdom and the Old World. There are many kings in the past. Write the ogre's name in the Book of Hatred.
As a disciple of the rune demigod Krag and being able to impose the Tourni ritual on himself through the system, Ahetan certainly has the ability to do that. It must be because the equipment has become ineffective. Snorlim must regularly go to the Kingdom of Mountains to report on his duties.
The time traveler recalls these emperor's mental tricks, and although they have derived many variations, the core of it is not to actively create conflicts between superiors and subordinates, but to act as a mediator to calm the conflicts.
Agwaimu-Ironfist, as the weakest elder and the most powerful dwarf king, did not deserve half of the credit for being able to show off his dignity at the banquet to his seniors. There is a small bottleneck between the peak of mortals and demigods. Throughout the ages, many amazing and talented people have been stuck there. Short-lived species are even qualified to attack that shackles on their own.
"You are so generous! In this way, your official business is finished. Little Master Kragg is spreading the faith in Kislev City. You are going to ask for advice later. Why go with you if you have no time?"
"Karak Kaderin is the first beneficiary of the Tusk Road. If you pack the food equipment at this stage, the flames of the forging furnace will be ignited in no time."
Snorimu licked his lips and his eyes lit up. It seemed as if it hadn't seen the beautiful sight of its opponent hitting it with a hammer but not moving at all, and then backhand and disemboweling it with an axe.
"Bad, so bad! I knew you were the most generous king! Praise you and the insignificant ancestors and gods!"
"You understand his difficulties, so you would rather have him die. He will get tailor-made and truly high-quality equipment. With them, he can properly deal with the tyrants of other tribes and the possible ones he has on his hands." By."
To permanently solidify Zhu Wan under the equipment requires a medium full of magic power. The weaker the rune, the weaker the medium required. For minor master-level runes, they must be inscribed with something equal to that of dragon blood. After being used for a long time, they will become dim or even disappear eventually. You can only find a minor rune master to recharge and activate them.
Aihetan picked up the wine glass and took a sip. I quickly and slowly analyzed the pros and cons for Snorlimu. No matter how docile it appears, it is still not of your kind, and the dwarves may allow it to continue to grow and develop.
"I know, I know. Before defeating Prince Gragwaimu this night, you felt a kind of guidance, a kind of calling. In the past two days, it became weaker and weaker, and the direction was roughly to the north? Maybe you can give you some advice. ?”
"Where are you going? What are you doing? Could you please give me a moment?"
"Of course you trust it completely. Your idea is to pit it against my subordinates with a large number of cronies, and in the past it has to rely lightly on you to maintain its leadership position."
Seeing that Ahetan had made up his mind and came up with a reliable plan, Agwaimu firmly expressed his support.
Back in the guest room, Lowtrek had been waiting for a long time. Faced with my request, Ahetan gave me the classic Eight Questions of a Capitalist.
"Your Majesty, you have to ask for leave!"
"Hahahaha! The god Grimnir once told you in Breeze Castle that after leaving that world, she left her battle ax in the Chaos Wasteland. It seems that he really has no fate with this axe. Na."
"First, his subordinates must worship the ancestral gods of your clan in the Little Stomach God; seventh, there is no danger of caravans passing through his territory without credentials; eighth, you have no right to recruit when necessary Him and his subordinates.”
The dwarf king put forward his own conditions. Basically, the framework was the same as that given to the Pygmies in the South. However, considering that the ogres were actually weaker, the details were relatively loose.
