"It's a good thing to come back and report the news to the Butcher King! He said you have any other secrets that you can only tell me. What are they?"
Snorri knew about the Ironhide Rebellion, and knew that in history it would return to Black Rock Keep - a huge waaagh was pulled up around Iron Rock, and the toughest greenskin boys had to be summoned from the Badlands. This means that this impact will not cause too much damage to Karak Kaderin.
"Tsk! If you get angry after hearing what I say next, slap me hard on the face. Don't take it seriously!"
Ahetanmu clicked its big mouth to inoculate Snorri, and the dwarf king waved his hand to tell it to speak boldly without any psychological burden.
"Iron Hands, Astergos-Iron Hands, have you heard of it?"
"What? In the name of Varaya, you kid can do it, but you have gone to Zal-Nagrond? Are you even on the line with the master of their secret society?"
In the broad sense, the Tower of Zal can refer to the huge capital city of the Chaos Dwarves standing in the Dark Land, while in the narrow sense, the Tower of Zal is the tallest tower in the city - the seat of the Chaos Dwarfs' parliament and the political center.
In Cathay's documentation of the place, a Chaos Dwarf's success is defined as having a seat in the tower. Similar to how dwarf society is jointly managed by clans and guilds, the seats in the Tower of Zal are divided into three series: witchcraft, military, and industry.
These seats are subdivided into four levels. There are several in each of the first three levels. It is not clear what Cathay represents. But the highest level, also known as the Conclave, is very clear that there are only three positions, and the title of the Lord of the Conclave belongs to the Iron Hand in the data. He is recognized as the most powerful warlock in the Zalduk Plain.
"I swear I didn't, it was him who found me! Don't worry, listen to me in detail! Since you have paid attention to that place, you naturally know their hidden diseases! The evil god who serves the bull will be petrified, and the ancestors and gods will not let go Be a rebel!"
Ahetanmu shouted an oath and came to talk to the ancestors about the Chaos Dwarves. It was obvious that it had made many emergency plans.
"You know, it gradually turns to stone from the extremities of the limbs to the torso. When it reaches the internal organs, it will go to the evil god to report. The Iron Hand has been famous for a long time, is it possible that they are all paralyzed now?"
Holding the wine glass and drinking slowly, Snorri showed no emotion or anger on his face. This petrification actually has nothing to do with the ancestral gods. When the ancient saints created the dwarves, they cut off their resonance with the wind of magic. The bull god Hasut forcibly broke this restriction, but the crack was not perfect due to his strength.
"Yes, yes. The more places this old man turned to stone, the less reliable his position became. The green mushroom jump gave other members of the council an excuse to attack. He was stripped of his title and exiled from the Zaar Plain. .”
"Interesting, interesting. He was driven west and then met your eastbound team?"
"You are really a saint! He settled in Uzkulak at the foot of the Skeleton Plateau. He heard about me and the Ancestor Army and came to visit. This old man is nicknamed Iron Hand, but he actually has a pair of iron legs!"
Speaking of this, Ahetanmu's expression twitched slightly, and it was obvious that the first meeting between it and Tie Shou was not very harmonious. Snorri knew in his heart that even if the tiger fell, the guy who once ruled the clan would not be able to compete with the ogre in front of him.
"I told him about your deeds and promoted the glory of the ancestors and gods. Guess what? He returned from his lost ways and wanted to be forgiven by them!"
"hehe!"
Ahetanmu felt a little weak at the end of his story, and Snorri responded with two dry laughs. A guy who has climbed to the top among the Hashut believers was told by an ogre to change his faith. No one would believe it unless it was soaked in Bergman's wine cellar and then came out.
"Let me guess, you brought back a fallen person who acted as a messenger, right? Find a place where no one is around and call him out to have a chat."
If he hadn't just crossed paths with a group of Chaos Dwarves in the Southland, Snorri wouldn't be as calm as he is now. In fact, if they don't take the initiative to come to the door now, they will wait until Bafeng Mountain and the old world rat Snorri are also planning to come.
"Ahem, let's go this way. The boys have guarded the door. If someone sneaks in, just wait for God's punishment!"
After calling in the personal guards to guard the entrance of the hall, Ahetanmu took Snorri to the warehouse. It looked around the large wine barrels stacked into a hill, and finally took out a barrel without any markings.
Ahetanmu knew very well that this was a very risky job. Once a dwarf saw the Chaos Dwarf Messenger before Snorri, one of the demons and witnesses must always shut up.
"Asshole, you're choking me to death..."
As the barrel was moved, muttering curses came out, and soon, a short man wearing a hooded cloak came out. It took him some time to adapt to the bright light in the warehouse.
"Let me introduce, this is the great demigod chosen by our ancestors, the generous King of the South, His Majesty Snorri!"
Ahetanmu stood behind Snorri and announced the call loudly. The figure under the hood seemed to want to express something disdainfully but still controlled himself.
"I can give you a chance to speak, but you must be careful with your words."
Snorri spoke word by word while locking him with his momentum. As a demon blacksmith, his strength was three points stronger than the one caught in the Southland, but he was still suppressed to the point where he could not straighten his neck.
"This tall dwarf should have told you the previous situation. I am here to seek cooperation on behalf of my mentor. Before anything else, you should prove to me that, well, they have revived and have the ability to do everything this guy described."
"Petrification, solve petrification."
Ahetan smiled dullly and whispered in Snorri's ear. Snorri had guessed what it promised Iron Hand from the moment it mentioned petrification.
"Please, let me see what's going on."
As soon as Snorri finished speaking, the visitor couldn't wait to reach out his hand from his cloak. The first joint of his finger was completely covered with gray stone and extended towards the second joint, causing inconvenience to his life for sure.
"On behalf of the ancestral gods, Kuan, I partially forgive you."
He changed his words urgently. Snorri carefully controlled the revival point he threw into Valaya's ritual. The green light ball that appeared out of thin air slowly touched the demon blacksmith's petrified limbs.
"This, this, this!"
At the moment of contact, the petrification began to fade, and Snorri cut off the supply as he retreated to the first knuckle. Even though the system was created by an ancient sage, it was beyond his expectation that it could be implemented so easily. Perhaps Hasut's method of cracking restrictions was too simple and crude, and when encountering a genuine patch, it was like ice melting away.
"Take your hand back, do you expect me to completely cut them off in one go? You have seen their resurrection with your own eyes. It's time to show me your sincerity."
(End of chapter)
