The bear god Esun is the weakest among the gods in terms of divine power. Kislev only has this population. In addition to sharing it with the other three local gods, it also has to guard against the imperial gods in the south and the erosion of chaos in the north. .
But gods are gods after all, and the immortal species may still have a slight chance, but it is almost impossible for humans with a life span of less than a hundred and a peak body function of no more than sixty to win over the favor of gods on their own.
"This guy's abacus is really good. Based on the strength his son has shown, the first prize will most likely fall into his hands. Things are done every time he goes out, and the raw materials that were originally difficult to use have become high-end products." Good guy!"
Snorri folded his arms in front of his chest and thought to himself. He had not communicated with Vladimir much in the past two days. This boy was far from being as rough and arrogant as he appeared, and he had quite outstanding political wisdom.
He also wants to get a share of the belief pool in Kislev. Logically speaking, the harder the living conditions are and the closer they are to chaos and darkness, the more people need spiritual support, and the more their beliefs become. Pious.
There is no clear quantitative distinction between pan-believers and fanatic believers in this world, but Snorri believes that there will be some differences among them.
"The vampire has gathered a considerable force around her. In addition to her kind and blood slaves, they have also dug up many corpse pits. The undead under them are of both quality and quantity. You must be fully prepared."
The dwarf simply summarized the information he collected and turned around to leave. How much he could gain was inversely proportional to how much power Vladimir finally gathered, but due to his own moral bottom line, he could not help the tiger to destroy Keith. Mrs. Ree had planned to save herself, so she chose to wait for the results.
"Master, your majesties, I need your help!"
On the morning before the finals of the Grand Sambo, Snorri drank northern spirits while exchanging experiences with his master on increasing his authority. Cragg's down-to-earth dwarf style complemented Snorri's whimsical ideas from his previous life.
"how to say?"
"The devil has already understood my actions. If we set out now, we can get to the Winter Palace before Daz gives up his control of the sky." Vladimir suppressed the anxiety in his heart and went straight to the result without going into details.
"Okay, so how many people have you summoned?" Krage raised his eyelids slightly and acted as a villain for his disciple.
"Eight hundred, half of them are elites!"
Boyer took a deep breath and spoke the truth word for word. The youngest of the three dwarves was enough to be his grandfather, so there was no point in trying to be clever. These men may be able to attack and kill in open areas, but attacking a city is like hitting a stone with an egg.
Snorri also had a grasp of all this. Participants and spectators from all over the country brought only personal guards to Kyoto - bringing an army of 1,800 people to the competition was tantamount to asking for trouble.
Vladimir's original idea was to incite the defenders and even civilians of Kislev City to revolt. But it turns out that he was too optimistic. Today, the upper levels of Kislev City are riddled with erosion, and the lower levels no longer have a mass base.
Under the ravages of the third Eternal God, half of the original ruling class withered. New and old forces fought endless civil wars to compete for their sphere of influence. Only in recent years has it gradually stabilized. It was under this premise that the vampire was able to steal the throne of the Tsar.
The turmoil brings only deep suffering to ordinary people. Undead creatures are indeed disgusting, but how can living rulers be any better? If it weren't for the fact that Caitaline could barely pass the exam, the residents of the city would even fall to her.
In the old world, vampire counts are quite popular. It is a well-known "secret" that the Principality of Mousilon in Bretonnia and the Sylvania Province in the Human Empire are ruled by vampires.
Considering that these vampires do not need to collect crops and can live and work in peace and contentment as long as they "donate blood" regularly, many people even go to great lengths to escape under their rule, which is quite similar to the other-world version of the "snake catcher theory".
"This is not good news. Even the warriors of the north will be exhausted if they fall into the boundless sea of skeletons." Snorri smiled slightly. Vladimir's presence here means that he is ready for heavy bleeding.
"So I need the help of you and your guards. I can't miss the last chance to revitalize my motherland!" Boyer declared loudly, seeming to be mentally preparing for the conditions he will agree to next.
"As you can see, I also hold the authority and have the same requirements as the master. Of course, he takes priority."
"Give Karak Kaderin all orders for future repairs and new fortresses, and the Ax of Dagor will fight for you!"
"In the name of Motherland, I, Vladimir Boha, swear here!"
"Happy cooperation, let's set off as soon as possible!"
Time was running out, so the two sides naturally would not argue over the details of the terms. The three elite teams of dwarves were always ready for battle and left the settlement area with a single order.
"Heaven?"
"Don't worry about the sky, just speed up the march!"
As soon as they left the city gate, a looming group of bats appeared in the clouds. Vladimir stood beside the three dwarves. With his personal safety guaranteed, he commanded calmly.
"I'm familiar with the vampires at sea, and I don't know if they are much different from the ones on land. I even met the Red Duke in Bordeaux City, and there was Fatis at that time! I haven't heard much about him in these years. .”
This scene reminded Snorri of the experience of rushing to the aid of Bordeaux City from Breeze Castle. Captain Salazar and his corrupt Leviathan had made him wake up from his dreams many times with cold sweat on his back. Who Soon after, even the owner of the Burial Ship Cemetery and the admiral of the Dread Fleet, Count Noctilus, fell into his hands.
"There are a lot of zombie skeletons blocking the way in front of us, should we just kill them?"
"Want to slow us down and get to know the master and us at the same time? Then I'll let her open her eyes!"
Snorri raised the corner of his mouth, walked a few steps quickly and rushed to the front of the team. He rubbed his hands together and brought up two whirlwinds to sweep the low-level undead to both sides of the road.
"Is this the strength of a demigod? Why doesn't it feel so powerful?"
"He is just an apprentice, the one with his beard dragging to the ground is the genuine one!"
"Perhaps he is holding back and wants to wait until he gets to the Winter Palace before using it?"
The wind brought by limited power is far from violent, which has aroused suspicion. In the stories of various bards, demigods should have the power to change the color of the world with a single move.
This show of weakness was what the master and apprentice had agreed upon in advance. The vampire had the ability to fly, and even the dwarf demigod couldn't stop him from escaping. Although this can easily solve the problem at hand, if the three of them leave and they come back, Vladimir cannot cope with it, and no matter how good the reward is, it will become a blank check.
(End of chapter)
