"Who is this guy?"
"Hey! Boy! Keep your mouth clean!"
The sudden interruption aroused criticism from the discussants. After seeing the appearance of the speaker, these accusations became more intensive. Judging from his hairstyle, he looked like a butcher. His newly shaved hair crown had not yet grown out. There was a bulging package lying next to him, and he didn't know what it contained.
"He came from the north. Have the Norscan tribesmen been away from home for so long that they have forgotten the most basic courtesy?"
"This guy is a lunatic. After drinking too much, he yells about portals, eternal choices and other nonsense. Butchers who have failed much more than him don't have this symptom!"
"Yes, yes! I also heard it the day before yesterday. He also said that the god Grimnir passed a message to him. Do you really think that you are His Majesty Snorri?"
The speaker didn't seem to care about the criticisms of the people around him. He raised his head and drank the remaining wine in the glass before continuing to lie back on the table and doze off. Being disturbed by this, the passengers dispersed to kill time among themselves.
"Everyone, something bad is going on. The Black Gorge Nightmare Pirates are approaching!"
In less than half a day, Bordeaux's sailors ran into the cabin in panic. When the shipping lane became busy, pirates swarmed in like sharks smelling blood. You know, dwarves are the second favorite sacrifices of the gods in purgatory after high elves.
"Okay! The black bean sprouts are just in time for me to warm up!"
“I’ve been holding it back so much, it’s just the right time!”
The immigration box in the cabin was full of people, but they saw the novice butcher unhurriedly opening the package and holding out an ax with both hands.
The ax looks very primitive, even crude by today's standards - it's almost a triangular piece of metal inserted directly into the handle. But the strange thing is that every dwarf who sees it feels a chill in his heart. It seems that this is what an ax should look like.
With the ax in hand, his aura suddenly changed, and he walked out of the cabin with a scurrying pace on his bare feet. Looking at the rapidly approaching black ark, the crew and passengers all looked solemn. Even in the best outcome, a large part of them would never reach Kuata Port again.
"Well, it's still a little smaller than the God Bless the Evil Party."
The butcher stood with one foot on the gun mount at the stern of the ship, held the ax on his shoulder and muttered something. The ammunition of the Reaper ballista that came towards him was bounced by the invisible force field, and it seemed as if it was afraid of shooting at him.
"You underestimated him, but he is still a monster butcher!"
"Have these Black Ark pirates not eaten? How come they are like wheat in the ground?"
"He, he went straight for him! We can't keep up!"
"Array, in the name of the Witch King, spear array!"
"Crack!"
"Watch out for that sorceress!"
"boom!"
"puff!"
"Behind, behind! The war hydra! Get up and let me shoot the cannon!"
"Puff puff!"
"Gudong!"
"Ah? This, this!"
"God Grimnir! The Butcher King is not that brave!"
"What are you waiting for? Come on, sons of the mountains, shoulder to shoulder!"
"Hooraa!"
"Why did you run away on a manticore if you don't have balls?"
The imaginary bitter battle was reversed after Butcher dealt with the jumping pirates. He borrowed the pirate's rope to kill Black Ark. The first mate tried to organize a formation of terrifying spearmen to intercept, but was cut into two pieces with armor on them as soon as they met.
As soon as the sorceress accompanying the ship released the Flame Skull, the thrown ax broke through the fireball and cut her in half. The pirate admiral has not given up yet, and he tries to rely on giant beasts to stop the dwarves from advancing.
But before the hydra could brew its deadly breath, its necks turned into bloody fountains soaring into the sky, and its fine, slippery scaly skin looked like paper in front of the ancient battle axe.
The admiral jumped on the manticore and fled in haste, half-killing and half-rushing to finish off the pirates who had no intention of fighting. After looking at the red sea water and the devastated black ark, every passenger felt a strong sense of unreality in their hearts.
"How? Am I worthy to be the champion of Southland?"
As a battlefield, Black Ark minimizes the mobility disadvantage of those who are strong in foot combat. Without a strong enough level to contain them and no room to pull them, the Nightmare of Black Gorge has no choice but to lead and be slaughtered.
"Gotrek is back!"
When the ticker popped up with such news, Snorri decisively ended his travels in Arabi. For him now, this land where city-states, tribes, and knights were still fighting each other could no longer bring much. Very interested.
"Good boy, good brother! Let's go and find a secluded place. I specially reserved two barrels of the Jubilee Diamonds sent by Bergman!"
Rushing to Quarta, Snorri arrived just in time for the steam ship. Gotrek did not restrain his breath, and the anger of the God of War Grimnir burned in his chest.
"How's it going? Let me take a look at this magical axe. Did the journey go smoothly?"
Snorri had more confidence in Gotrek than he had in himself. He took the ax and felt the charm of the original product of the ancestors. He poured wine and asked questions slowly.
"It's okay. I followed the guidance in my heart and went all the way north, and heard His voice in front of the portal in the deepest part of the wasteland. He has been fighting in front of the portal in the years since he left us."
"I know, so does He have any will to pass down?"
In the background, Snorri doesn't know much about the Age of Sigmar that follows the End of Time, but there is still a lot about Grimnir and the Blazing Butcher. No matter how powerful the God of Warriors is, he cannot block a space that is not bound by physics. It can only slightly reduce the amount of invading demons.
"I was lucky enough to fight alongside him. It took several years after the portal returned to the mortal world. He agreed with your plan to close the portal, which is also his unfinished business."
"Okay, let's go and rest first. I'll feel at ease when you come back."
Gotrek's mental instability is more dangerous than the scars on his body. Although Gotrek did not face the four gods directly, the impact he received with his physical body and the lack of system protection was probably only much greater than that of Snorri.
"By the way, this is for you. I found it on the way back." Gotrek took out something that looked like a ring from his arms and handed it to Snorri. The long-dusted artifact cache reacted again.
"The strange beard ring! It matches the one sent by Brian Bronzebeard!"
The fragment was placed in the treasure house of Plateau Castle. Snorri didn't want to wait any longer and took Gotrek directly back by helicopter. The experience in the Demon Realm made him a little confused, so it would be better if he returned to the base camp and rested early.
"Ancestral Grimnir Rune, I didn't expect that this was the first artifact among the three gods to be acquired!"
After the beard ring was repaired, it bloomed with its former glory, and the effect of the rune was such that Grimnir would take revenge on his enemies with his own hands - pulling molten stone from the center of the earth, creating a rain of fire that covered the enemy.
Lottery qun number 901050821, question answer Snorri. Considering that I update slowly and some book friends are willing to save a few chapters before reading, the lottery will be set at 8.15 in the evening (domestic time), and it will be valid if you start to join the group.
(End of chapter)
