"Hmm..."
The demon blacksmith was immersed in the shock of the petrification fading away for a long time and could not recover from it. Even though he had been fully mentally prepared on the way here, it would take time for people to accept that the common sense of the dark land for thousands of years was broken.
"Since you have proven it, then it is not me who is talking to you. Your mentor will come over in person, and I will report it to him right now."
With a "click" sound, he took out a stone tablet from his arms and crushed it hard. Snorri could feel that this thing was somehow connected with another thing in the distance, and it should be broken together to convey a simple message.
"It's a good idea, but how long will it take for him to come here? As a demigod, I have a lot of things to do, so I can't wait for him indefinitely."
"The mentor said that if he gets the news, he will leave immediately, so it will be three days or about a month."
"This span is a bit long. How about three days? Flying here?"
"Yes, but based on my understanding of the mentor, it is more likely that he will come overland. His old man's vehicle is made of divine iron, and even the strongest flaming demonic cow cannot carry it."
"I promise. Alas, I guess you don't have a second stone tablet. Just wait. It's not safe to send you out of the city. If you stay here, the ogre can help you cover up."
Snorri swallowed his words in the middle. Iron Hand could hold power in such a race and figure out the priorities. Taking off the vehicle and flying over would not do any good other than increase the risk and show his urgency.
After learning that Snorri would stay in Butcher's Castle for one more month, Agrim was surprised but could not hide his joy. Putting aside everything else, it is unimaginable to add the combat power of a demigod when faced with a possible powerful waaagh impact.
Lisnori was not idle during the waiting time. He first went to Red Eye Mountain to express his condolences to the troops fighting on the front line, expressed the support of the ancestors and gods for the Stone Hammer clan to regain their homeland, and gave some suggestions on the battle plan.
He then took the opportunity to go north to Desolation Castle, inspecting the northernmost fortress in the mountains before the return of the Norscan dwarves, and made an important assessment of the situation in the Chaos Wasteland. There is still no news of Gotrek's search for the axe, but Snorri has full faith in him.
Perhaps the arrival of Snorri gave Brother Gomao an extra reminder. Green Seer and Ironhide led them to brave the exhaustion of the large-scale rotation and the chasing troops to find another way to cross the mountain instead of directly attacking the Pinnacle Pass. , the war did not break out, Agrim sent a messenger to remind humans and interfered within the scope of his ability.
"My mentor has arrived."
As soon as the greenskin wave passed, the demon blacksmith asked Ahtanmu to bring the news. Snorri, neatly dressed, followed the ogre team out of the Butcher's Castle on the pretext of returning to their base.
The envoy walked around holding a treasure that could sense its location, and soon Snorri smelled a strong scent of chaos in front of a mountain col.
"Damn false god...ugh!"
A small group of elite-looking infantrymen came forward. Halfway through the leader's mouthful of words, Snorri stretched out his hand and pointed his tongue, and the tongue in his mouth lit up with a golden light. The use of wealth and power was extremely effective in showing the Dharma in front of others.
"Dong dong! Kong Chi Kong Chi!"
Before anyone could hear the sound, a steam engine roared, and a vehicle with a base about the same height as a human appeared. On top stood, or to be more precise, rested a Chaos Dwarf in green robes.
He wore a high black hat on his head, so unpretentious that Snorri thought it was a temporary change. His gray beard was styled with a beard ring made of skulls, and an evil cloak trailed behind his back.
"Astergos has met your Excellency!"
Snorri just showed his hand, his identity is self-evident, not to mention the iron hand, this steam exoskeleton is the only one in the world. After a brief look at each other, Tie Shou said hello first.
"hehe!"
"why are you laughing?"
"It's nothing, I suddenly thought of something happy. My friend, my best friend, is about to give birth to my wife."
Snorri couldn't hold back his laughter when he saw Iron Hand's predicament. Other demon blacksmiths had only a few fingers and toes petrified, but this guy was better. He had already petrified up to his knees and elbow joints. This meant that in the subsequent negotiations, He will be left to his own devices.
"It's useless to say more. Let me first let you feel the mercy of the ancestors and gods."
Ancestor Gongxuan decisively took out the most critical thing to cover up his gaffe. He danced twice and then summoned green light points to focus on Iron Hand's right arm - his left hand had been sawed off and replaced with a steam-driven iron claw.
"Ouch!"
He pressed his left paw against the petrified line on his right arm and watched it move forward half an inch before stopping. The former secret society leader let out a beast-like howl. When the venting was over, Tie Shou's attitude softened visibly.
"Heal me, and I am willing to convert to the ancestral gods again!"
"Brother, you still like to joke after living for such a long time? Giving up serving the evil god is a prerequisite. Do you understand the prerequisite? Otherwise, what greets you will not be the grace of the Mother Goddess but the hammer of the storm!"
Snorri disdainfully dismissed his fantasy. How could anyone want to write a bad check to him when he was absolutely at a disadvantage? Are you really deceiving him as a devout believer?
"Take out everything you can provide. Don't use it to dirty my eyes with Hassut-related things! I will give them a valuation to see how much treatment they are worth. Don't hesitate, old guy, I think as long as the news is released, some of them will be stabbed. Councilor Erzita rushed to find me."
"They betrayed me. What secrets do I have to keep for them? If it has nothing to do with the Bull God, then it has to be a war machine. Do you like the head-grinding machine? Cutting the bra is just like cutting grass."
"An improved version of a steam tank. It's easy to use on plains, but it's not suitable for mountains. It's about the width of one arm and two fingers. By the way, I think what you're carrying is interesting. It's worth more. a little."
Snorri actually tried to use tracks instead of wheels to improve the tank's off-road performance, but it still couldn't meet the need for rapid mobilization between high mountains. After installing rune guards, he turned his attention to installing long-range weapons on these stone statues.
"A broad-bladed musket? Take it if you want."
Iron Hand looked at the guy Snorri was pointing to. It was a heavy musket with a compact and clever structure. A single-edged machete was incorporated into the front of the barrel, which could be wielded as a two-handed heavy weapon. Although he has not seen the specific effects, Snorri believes in the Chaos Dwarves' knowledge of killing weapons.
"Come on, I'll give you the width of your hand. Brother, bring out some good stuff, otherwise you'll have difficulty in your rehabilitation!"
Snorri believed that the Tower of Zal definitely did not have the fine tradition of "staying low so that we can meet each other in the future". Not only did he not lose his life when he was kicked out, but he could also find a place to start over. He was considered a strong player among the previous masters of the secret society. The little fight just now was just to evaluate the "rate" of eliminating petrochemicals.
I finished coding this chapter in Paris. I hope I can sneak back safely in two days hahaha
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