The burial specifications in the ancient tombs of the ancestors are simple, with just epitaphs added to the coffins. Close to both sides of the corridor are the kings of the Bafeng Mountains in the past. With their coffins spread out behind them are the core tribesmen and important officials of the same era.
It is the highest honor for the ministers of the dwarf states to enjoy the tombs of the ancestors of the royal family and share the sacrificial incense. Generally speaking, only the gatekeeper, the city defense commander, the personal champion of the lord, and the three prime ministers can advance. Other tribesmen must If you want to enter, you have to make great contributions to the fortress.
Bailege's eyes filled with tears. He touched the reliefs on the coffins of his ancestors one by one and murmured about their great achievements. Old God Snorri was looking at the altar at the end of the corridor with an unpredictable look on his face.
"If you don't become a true god, your ability to reach heaven and earth will turn into a cup of loess."
The deepest altar in the ancient tomb of the ancestors of Bafeng Mountain enshrines a statue of a dwarf standing with his hands behind his back. His name is Kazadum. He is the pioneer of the fortress group in Bafeng Mountain and the ancestor of the Andeglang clan.
According to legend, this man is a powerful man of the same generation as the ancestors and gods, and one of the first dwarves created by the ancient saints. The ancestors went all the way north from Gaoyuanbao. When they passed Bafeng Mountain, they realized that this was a geomantic treasure land, so they invited themselves to stay and develop it. After overcoming all obstacles and hardships, they gained a firm foothold and laid the foundation for what would become the richest fortress in the mountains.
In addition to reaching the peak of his strength as a demigod, he was able to eliminate several ancient beasts that were nestling in the mountains. He was also extremely talented and strategist. He single-handedly planned the fortresses including Black Rock Castle, Iron Peak Castle, and Dragon Cliff Castle. A group of fortresses in the mountains on the edge of the Middle World.
Not only that, in his old age he even traveled through the Badlands and explored the Dragon's Back Mountains on the western edge of the Badlands. Khazad-dum delineated the Bottomless Stone Step Mine and planned to control the outlet of Blackwater Bay while echoing the Eight Peaks Mountain.
However, he faced the same dilemma as the white dwarves. The limited population of the dwarves could not support the more faith needed to become a god. Without the opportunity for the white dwarf soul to return to the mortal world, he could only live in the palace of the ancestors and gods. Li silently watched his clan decline.
On the altar in front of the statue of Khazad-dûm, the highest-quality trophies of the Andeglang clan for thousands of years are placed in an orderly manner - the embalmed heads of enemy chiefs and the hearts of giant beasts, which still contain strong energy after being washed away by the years. Fluctuating weapon fragments and more.
At the forefront of these trophies, a beautifully carved base supports a small silver horn. It is shaped like a dragon soaring, with dragon wings covering both sides. The dragon's head is the mouthpiece, and the dragon's tail is wrapped around the sound outlet. for a week.
To others, this thing has no obvious energy fluctuations, and they might even suspect it is a fake. Fortunately, Snorri was not a mortal, and his contract authority reacted to the treasure in front of him. Being able to control a dominant species like a dragon naturally did not rely on ordinary power.
"What is this? Why, why does it smell dirty?"
Holding the horn in front of his eyes, Snorri sniffed and muttered to himself. The sudden yellow-white dirt on the inner wall gave him an ominous premonition.
"Well, may the pointy-eared gods bless Imric. After he gets it, he will wash it and then blow it."
Imagining the bad taste of the ancestors during the peak period of hatred, Snorri smiled and took the bag out of sight and out of mind. His good temper depends on who he is with. A guy like Imrik from Caledor who is too arrogant and engages in internal fighting regardless of the situation is not favorable to him at all.
Teclis had illusions about him because he didn't know the direction of history. Snorri knew his face as "a wolf in the mountains, and he goes wild when he gets his way", so he felt disgusted without any psychological pressure.
Bellega reported the situation by herself in the ancient tomb of the ancestors, while Snorri sent a report to Tigris while walking. What is about to begin is a grand event for the dwarves, and it is necessary to send away the dazzling high elves before that.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty Snorri! Eltharion sent the battle report back to Ulthuan. You don't even know how big a shock it brought. This is an unparalleled achievement! Who is the hero who defeated Skarbrand? ?The entire Phoenix Royal Court is surrounding me to inquire about the news!"
After a burst of space fluctuations, Teclis appeared out of thin air. Without waiting for the mana aroused by the smooth teleportation, he changed his past calm demeanor and spat out a long sentence like a barrage. The high elves knew the value of the exiles, and Snorri, the new dwarf demigod, received the attention he deserved.
"Haha, maybe it's just caring too much about these mundane things that has hindered the progress of your strength."
Snorri replied in a nonchalant manner, and even though he said it nicely, the pointed ears didn't even return the lost treasures from back then. On the other hand, Teclis, for the sake of Ulthuan and the whole world, had one foot across the threshold and was still running around without peace of mind to practice, which made him feel two respects.
"It's settled! I can rest assured that I can cooperate with someone who keeps the oath like you." Teclis took the horn and put it away without checking it.
"Liang Qing? You were too talkative in Lustria, which caused my king to be captured by Lord Mazda Moody. How should we settle the score?"
Snorri snorted angrily. He had just returned from Cathay when he was intercepted by Ku-Jia. He was forced to promise to participate in the future war, which made him feel uneasy all these years. The thought that he might have to defeat the Four Gods Alliance Army The inner demon is almost here!
"Capture the young man? What a great opportunity this is! Assur is bound to call back Lord Croca to preside over the Creator's grand plan!"
"What's wrong with me? Are you going to join the war too?"
"Me? It's useless for me to be a mage. But my brother, Prince Tyrion of Cosquet, and his loyal and brave riders have been gearing up for some years."
"Tyrion, he is very determined! Yes, if you want to control extraordinary power, it is not enough to just rely on Avalon to sow seeds."
As soon as his thoughts changed, Snorri understood what the Tai brothers were thinking. Tyrion had a smooth journey to becoming famous at a young age, but the bottleneck at the peak of mortals was hundreds of years, and all conceivable methods were exhausted.
As Croka is the most powerful servant of the Ancient Saint, with the blessing of the giant spiritual network, the four gods have to work hard to take it down. If they get some guidance from him, breaking through the demigods will be a matter of course.
"To a certain extent, he is really kind, but he didn't expect me to open the long stage of ascending to the gods so quickly with the blessing of the system."
While thinking about it, he nodded. After exchanging some information about the latest situation in the Maelstrom and even Ulthuan, Teclis teleported away. The archmage, who was carrying a great treasure, did not want to stay too long.
"I can faintly feel the call of the ancestral goddess. I'll go check on her first and then decide what to do with the Victory Festival."
Stroking his beard with his hand, Snorri made up his mind. Bafeng Mountain was full of waste and was waiting for improvement. There were so many threads and it was hard to sort out which was more urgent at the moment. It was better to deal with the things that were most inseparable from him first. (End of chapter)
