"When is the official competition? How is the schedule arranged? How are you communicating with the lords from various places and the knowledgeable people in Kislev City?"
Snoril asked several questions that would have a huge impact on the success of the plan. Considering that Kislev's internal people's livelihood is in decline and there are many external threats, it is obvious that it cannot afford to start a civil war, so it is a good idea to find opportunities for armed coups.
"Now is the preliminaries. The main competition will start in three days and is expected to last for a week. If something unexpected happens, changes can be made. My contact is not very smooth. If it weren't for the help of Master Kragg, a vampire would have replaced my boss. My friend almost deceived me."
"I gave him a rune talisman, which will automatically alert him when he senses the breath of undead creatures. This damn place, the air is filled with the smell of corpses!"
Master Krag grumbled and complained. Snorri could probably guess what kind of reward Vladimir promised him in exchange for the Rune Demigod's patience, but the master and apprentice would have plenty of time to talk in detail later.
"Beautiful! And then, I mean, how are you going to attack?"
"I have jointly requested the pseudo-emperor to attend the opening or award ceremony of the Grand Sambo. As long as she is willing to leave the Winter Palace, everything will be much easier!"
"The Winter Palace? What the hell is that place? Don't tell me there's a Kremlin..."
"In the name of Thor, I don't want to mention it too much! Perhaps in order to avoid exposing her identity, the female devil built a new winter palace outside the city to live in. In this name, she robbed countless people of their wealth and wealth, and the laborers who entered Almost none come out again.”
"Understood. It is expected that the Winter Palace will be filled with her undead minions and blood slaves. You don't know the specific troop layout, defense facilities, and secret channels, right?"
Snorri touched his beard and put himself in his shoes. He did not want to live in the middle of the city with a group of subordinates who had an endless thirst for blood. This was no different from raising monkeys in a peach orchard.
"Yes, it's best if she comes out. In addition to not having to attack by force, she will definitely leave some manpower to protect the nest, so that there will be fewer guards accompanying her."
"I think it's difficult. Do you have a backup plan? That vampire wouldn't dare to attend the same event as the master unless his brain was burned out by blood thirst."
After taking a sip of wine to moisten his throat, Snorri rejected Vladimir's idea. The so-called drink and peck are all determined, and the same is true for the rune demigod.
The dwarves have always been staunch defenders of order, and their hatred of undead creatures is second only to the knights of Mor, the god of death. Once he shows his footing in front of Krag, he will face an influx of runic energy.
"I don't know which family she comes from and how powerful it is, but except for the alien among them - Ablash, the ancestor of the Blood Dragon family, none of the other family ancestors have entered the extraordinary realm."
Since his territory borders the Lahmian city-state of Nehekhara, the birthplace of vampires, Snorri knows a lot about the vampires. With Nagash blocking them in front, these guys can't break through even if they have endless lifespans.
"The backup plan is to storm the Winter Palace. As you said, she can't make too big a splash with Master Krag at her side."
"Okay, I hope you can gather a strong enough force by then." After looking at each other with his master, Snorri stopped asking further questions. After the four of them raised their glasses, the dwarves signaled to see off the guests.
"This bastard promised to help me spread my faith throughout Kislev. I can feel it. This is enough for me." After watching Vladimir leave, Master Kragg gave Snorri Through the bottom.
"There is a lot in the word "help". The master was probably in a hurry so he didn't delve into it further, but as he said, getting enough is the first step." The time traveler nodded without comment.
"It's still some time before the uprising occurs. Do you two have any plans?"
Agrim-Ironfist, who had been listening for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore. The only two living demigods in the dwarf countries were in front of him. It was a big deal for him to be able to hold it in for so long.
"Well, I may need to go to the Winter Palace to investigate, but don't worry, we can communicate about authority first!"
The King of the Southland smiled slightly. He had already made a decision on the way here. The power of heavy blows basically eliminated the potential for subsequent development, and it matched Agrim's pure hand-to-hand combat style, so it could be shared.
In a few words, the master and apprentice worked out the division of labor. Master Kragg provided some theoretical guidance, while Snorri used practical exercises to teach the Butcher King what "heavy blows" meant.
Even this kind of step-by-step teaching can only show Agrim a clear path. As for how far he can go on this path, and whether he can find his own way depends on his understanding and destiny.
"Everyone! Chaos in the north is rising day by day. The barriers of the civilized world need outstanding warriors to guard! And outstanding warriors deserve the best equipment! I, Krag, who controls the war with weapons, promise to hand them over to Kisri In the hands of my husband’s champion!”
As Master Cragg pulled off the red silk covering the prize, the Great Sambo, which had been shelved for a hundred years, began amid cheers. Kislev's already limited magic equipment was lost and damaged during the Great Holy War, which made Krag even more generous.
Especially the Perfect Ice War Blade. The raw material is already extraordinary, and it is smelted into Krag's latest understanding on the road to becoming a god. Even if it is a hasty work, it is enough to rival the Rune Fang. Kislev only has the four major gods. The Patriarch has treasures of this level.
"Give up your illusions and prepare to fight! If the opening ceremony doesn't come, the closing ceremony won't come either. I'll go explore the Winter Palace in the next two days."
He knew whether the Tsarina was a vampire or not as soon as he saw the degree of erosion in the system. Snorri walked into the newly built palace from the main entrance, relying on the mortal barrier.
This palace is in the standard Kislev style - red walls with gorgeous onion-shaped round domes. The first person at the door is a vampire who can pretend to be a living person, but the inside is full of walking corpses.
Despite the invisibility of the treasure, Snorri did not explore several important areas protected by magical barriers or warning devices. Vladimir's reward did not include himself.
"Whose general is this, so brave?"
As the schedule progressed, the gold content of the game became higher and higher. Snorri noticed a young man whose promotion was like destroying the dead, making his opponents lose their armor with every push and pull.
"Hahaha, I made you laugh. That's my son Boris! My wife repeatedly dreamed of giant bears when she was pregnant. You know, this must mean something. He seems to have the power of Esun!"
I’ve been doing presentation ppts these days, and I’ve been revising them again and again. It’s crazy. This thing is done the same way all over the world.
(End of chapter)
