"Your Majesty, please come this way. Master Krag is currently busy in the workshop."
Snorri had been informed in advance that he was coming to Krag, and Agrim was an unexpected visitor. At the entrance of the rune workshop, the original owner was playing the role of guard with piety.
The master's anvil guards are still very oppressive. With high-standard rune equipment and demigods suppressing the formation, there are only a handful of things that can threaten them in the old world. What is a thrilling journey for others is nothing more to them. Field outing.
"You came just in time..."
"Asking you..."
The master and apprentice stared at each other and fell into silence before they finished greeting each other. As the saying goes, they saw each other with admiration after three days of separation. Both of them gained a lot from their respective journeys.
"Phew! You have almost arrived there. What an honor. After thousands of years, another true god will be born in our mountains."
Snorri was the first to speak. Master Kragg was filled with a divine brilliance that was so rich that it seemed to be real. In more than a year, he had collected a huge amount of faith from human society that was unimaginable in the dwarven countries.
"I thought, tsk, I summed up the experience of how to condense authority for a long time, but I didn't expect you to pass this level on your own. If you hadn't gained something from this trip, you mustache would have been ahead of me."
Krag the Harsh was also filled with shock. As someone who had experienced it, he knew how difficult it was to break through to the pinnacle of mortals. The arduous search, constant attempts and hard work almost tortured him to the edge of madness.
"That's it. After leaving the Eternal Peak, I first went to Nunn, where I taught the deviant bastards a lesson. According to the inspiration provided by you, I took out a shield and greeted all the members of the Gunnery Academy. They The weak pole had no effect, and finally the steam tank was pushed out and couldn't shake it at all, so many brats bowed down before me."
Master Kragg lit himself a cigarette and began to talk about his experience. Now that Snorri had gained authority, what he came here specifically to ask for advice was his experience in casting the godhead.
"Then I followed the mountains all the way west, taking care of the ungulates, green mushrooms and the like that I encountered along the way. By the time I got to Altdorf, most of the people had heard of my name."
"What did William III say? Did he cooperate with your actions?"
"Hmph, he is far worse than the previous Human Emperor! Let alone the one from four hundred years ago..."
Master Cragg was clearly not happy with William and spent half a pack of cigarettes complaining about his style of conduct. The hammer wielder still refused to stand up for the old dwarf in the face of coercion and inducement. It was inconvenient for the Rune Demigod to collide head-on with the Sigma Sect, so he could only find a hasty fight between two minor god's churches and then turn north.
"The northern provinces of Midden and Nordland do have a pretty good foundation for our appetite. Unfortunately, the number of people is still a bit smaller compared to the southeastern provinces, and the influence of the White Wolf God is also deeply rooted."
"Indeed, the Norscan longships will sail south along the Sea of Claw every winter to cause trouble, and the people will tend to move inland."
"Tommy suggested that I go to Marienburg. There he organized a huge auction with a breastplate I took out as the finale. It is said that at least three electors came. The blacksmith at the foot of the mountain It can only produce garbage, and the gadgets I practice make them flock to it!"
"Who says it's not the case? Juvba's madman, Alaric, is so capable, and you have exceeded their limit with just a little action!"
While praising Snorri, he secretly remembered that organizing large-scale events would not only create a topic that spreads quickly but also gather more people, which would be a good idea.
"After that, your brother-in-law Thorgard asked to see me and invited me to visit Dulong City. They have developed somewhat in the thousands of years since they were separated from the old world, except for rune skills! Damn it, I will try to make those Kick the bastard who has lost his skills from the palace of Gazul!"
"For your colleagues in the four cities of Norse, who have not received the teachings of the god Turni, you are the real God of Runes."
After meeting and having in-depth communication with Thorgard, Snorri knew that the combined population of the four Norse dwarf cities was limited compared to the Eternal Peak and could not provide much faith.
"Then you arrived in Kislev via the Angun River. Did it go smoothly to spread your faith in this land? I feel that the atmosphere in the city is a little tense, but does it have to do with you?"
"You've got an idea! I held two events in Erengrad, um, that's the name. As soon as I made my name known, the local Boyer came to me."
"If he dares to ask for a bribe from you, then Chaos is deceived!"
"He dares? He approached me about a cooperation. Huh, Huahua has a lot of guts! They are as tall as their pointed ears, and the farther their hearts are from the earth, the less trustworthy they are!"
Kragg filled another pipe for himself, which was why he was willing to summon Snorri. Even if he was only one step away from becoming a god, it didn't mean he was fully aware of the twists and turns in cooperation.
"Master, Vladimir is back, let him in?"
"Okay, I happened to say I was tired, so bring me and the two mustaches a beer each!"
"I heard that the master has two distinguished guests! His Majesty Snorri and His Majesty Agrim, I have admired their names for a long time! I am the Governor of the Western State Vladimir Boha."
A tall, bear-like Kislev nobleman walked in. He was wearing a plain bearskin cloak, and simply wore a few ruby embellishments that were the locals' favorite.
"The reputations of the two are known to everyone in the old world, and I will no longer hide them. Not long ago, my blood alliance brothers paid the price of their lives to fulfill that rumor. The current Tsar Caitaline is indeed a dirty vampire. !”
Vladimir's thick beard was full of anger. Snorri and Agrim nodded in disbelief. The story about the female czar was not groundless.
"In order to prevent her actions from being exposed, she forbids us from entering the royal city without being summoned. In addition, she also sent her maids to infiltrate various places to monitor the generals' every move."
"Well, I think I understand." Snorri stroked his beard and quickly turned his brain.
"I presented the heirloom of my Boha family, a large piece of perfect ice, to Master Kragg, and asked him to forge it into a war blade. Then I would use the war blade as the first prize to hold a big competition in his name, and create a hero for the whole country. An opportunity to bring together the city of Kislev.”
"The Great Sambo is their national martial arts competition. The tradition handed down from the Ugoer tribe can be traced back to the era of Heildenhammer. Unfortunately, it is a pity that it was not held again after the Great Holy War." Agrim explained from the side. In a word, the Butcher King is quite interested in this kind of activity.
(End of chapter)
