"I will conduct a purification ceremony for these undead souls to let them rest in peace, otherwise they will be in trouble again."
After removing the gods, Vansnorri asked Mrs. Kisri and the subordinates brought by him to pursue and eliminate the scattered remnants in the Winter Palace. He immediately designated the disposal authority of the Tomb Guards.
The experience required for each level increases exponentially, and his eight-to-nine bar has only been filled in less than half. These elite infantry will be a good supplement. There was no objection from those present, and this army, which even Akhan would have envied, died in the dust under the Gazul sacrifice.
When the pursuit force returned, Snorri learned that Caitaline was not fatally injured after falling with the zombie dragon. She escaped with her life through the cover of a maid. Vladimir chose a low-level maid to pretend to be her. Not surprising at all.
Vladimir and his Bokha family need to take time to deal with the aftermath and stabilize their position. He promised that the first thing he would do once he secures the throne of the Tsar is to make it clear that Krag has the same status as the original four gods of Kislev.
"Master, what are you going to do next?"
"Just wait and see what happens. Didn't you bring back a good baby from Cathay? I'll go to Zhufuba to have a look. Don't let those mustaches ruin it."
After the celebration banquet, the master and apprentice were chatting about the future in a secret room in the settlement area. The long steps to ascend to the gods had reached the end, the door to the divine world was pushed halfway open, and the face of the cruel Kragg was filled with a rare smile.
"Great, as long as the core technical problems are overcome, the subsequent repair work will be easy to solve."
Snorri clasped his hands and laughed. As his status rose to the top, all the secrets of the entire mountain kingdom were opened to him. There were more or less rune colossi left in each large fortress. If they could all be activated, they would be a powerful force. The power of terror.
"Don't be too hasty on your way to becoming a god. Laying a solid foundation is the key. Keep in touch and let each other know if there is any progress."
Before parting, Kragg spoke with sincerity and sincerity. The only advantage of becoming a god is that as long as one's faith persists, one will be immortal. However, compared to a demigod, there are too many restrictions on intervening in mortal affairs.
"Farewell, take care. I have fully explained my experience in condensing authority. I hope the mountains will add a demigod soon!"
After boarding the helicopter back to the Eternal Peak, Snorri began to plan his next plan. The Southland needs to develop, its own beliefs need to be spread, and the power on the Chaos side needs to be weakened. It is difficult to do any of these things alone, and it is definitely not possible to rely on oneself.
"I need talents, but the mountains can't provide them at all. I can only find a way with humans. I don't lack salary and benefits, but how can I screen out the talents I need?"
The improvement of fertility does not take effect so quickly. The best seedlings from the dwarf countries will still stay in their own clans and guilds. Unless forced, the inspiration of the ancestors' co-election will not be enough to break the connection between blood and master.
"Well, it's interesting. Maybe I can organize a selection test. If I reimburse the travel expenses, I won't have to worry about no one coming. It will be great if I can find talents by then. If I can't recruit them, it won't be a loss to let them go back and spread the word for me."
As soon as he landed in Snorri, he told Thorgrim his thoughts. Having been the High King for so long, he naturally knew the situation in the mountains. Although the son's idea is unconventional, it seems to be the best countermeasure.
Soon, a piece of news spread throughout the inhabited places through dwarf taverns and blacksmith shops: the King of the South, Snowy the Generous, who is rumored to have crossed the boundaries of mortals, is recruiting talents from all races of order, and the location is in eternity. peak.
As long as you can read and write or have a special talent, you can receive sufficient travel expenses and enjoy various conveniences on the way after getting a letter of introduction from any dwarf lord/settlement elder. Once selected, there will be a minimum knight's salary and no cap on the maximum.
This news received a strong response, but not many were qualified and willing. Nowadays, the world is not peaceful. Any lord who has not lost his mind will find ways to recruit talents for his own use. It cannot be said that there are no wise men, but it is not much different.
Greenskins, Skaven, Beastmen, Chaos Cults, and various coastal raiders all have unique insights into which lords are incompetent. Characters who ride the cavalry without remembering the horse will not survive more than two winters.
While waiting for the candidates to arrive, Snorri sat in the clan's office and received envoys from all walks of life to congratulate him. The more demigods he has, the more he knows how terrifying this kind of person with extraordinary power is.
In addition to socializing, Snorri borrowed a very familiar form from his previous life - the closed-book examination, and condensed his understanding of military, internal affairs and religion into a set of test questions consisting of choices, short answers and discussion.
Strictly speaking, this test paper has no standard answers except for choices. The dwarf king hopes to find someone who is in tune with him. Of course, it would be better if he can provide new ideas to make him shine.
After a month or so, all the subjects came, and the old world provided nearly five hundred candidates for Snorri. From the cursed city of Praag to the coast of Arabi, ambitious people arrived at Karaz-a-Karak from tavern to tavern with letters of introduction.
"Everyone has worked hard all the way. If you are disappointed, you will be welcomed from afar, but you still hope for the future."
In the clan hall, Snorri greeted them. After a brief speech, the dwarf king pushed his hands sideways. The strong wind blew out the candles on the wall twice, and then with a gentle tap, the long wooden table filled with food was in the darkness. A dazzling golden light burst out.
"Have a drink and don't have to be restrained. The exam starts tomorrow. It lasts one day, so you can hand in your papers in advance. Those who don't take the written exam will be interviewed according to the schedule. Those who take both subjects will be interviewed the day after tomorrow."
The lights were lit again, and Snorri looked at the people with different expressions below. They spanned a wide range of age groups, ranging from white beards and hair to those in their prime. I wonder how many of them could guess what was in their hearts that should not be understood by outsiders. idea.
"I have been favored by Milmedia since I was a child, and I have the skills of military use in my heart!"
"I wrote a long poem - The Restoration of Liberation, which I would like to dedicate to His Majesty!"
The people who come for the interview are relatively pragmatic, and the majority are bards and swindling demigods by profession. There is no way, most people whose abilities are obvious enough to pass the college entrance examination do not need to go to Eternal Peak to find a job.
Their boastfulness would put the long-bearded sages to shame, but their creativity and imagination are still worthy of recognition. Some guys have successfully connected Krag's actions in the old world in recent years with Snorri, partially matching the thoughts of the time traveler.
"It's ridiculous to follow the rules, allocate electoral votes, and recruit more children from the harem. This is just a mechanical application without considering reality at all!"
After collecting the test paper, Snorri flipped through a few pages and showed a helpless smile. The answer he wanted was a set of almost brand-new things. Those who used existing hard sets or made minor modifications would be eliminated.
(End of chapter)
