6876.4.11, the day of decisive battle! The White-bearded Ancestor led a brave commando team to destroy the Moss clan with a water attack. The frontal battlefield turned into a turning point when His Majesty Snorri led the Great Demon of Khorne to destroy the greenskin defense line.
We have initially taken control of the main body of the fortress, but it's not time to celebrate yet. Clearing every corner and pursuing the fleeing enemies to the maximum extent are more important tasks.
On April 12, 6876, Belegar, who should be respected as the king of the Eight Peaks Mountain now, smashed the head of Iblit, the murderer, and the evil moon greenskin who had occupied the fortress for thousands of years turned into dust.
On April 15, 6876, His Majesty Snorri decided not to organize a celebration banquet immediately, but the tribesmen who were not on guard duty spontaneously drank a little, which was blameless. I took the initiative and opened up the reserve. Every piece of hatred that is liquidated is worth a glass of good wine!
Pointy Ears, well, I gave them provisions too. The griffins and longbows played a somewhat minor role in the battle, and the ancestors should not blame me harshly for this.
On 6876.4.19, Pointy Ears left quietly. Compared to the group of lunatics in the forest, the people from these islands could still understand human speech. I heard that their current Phoenix King has some brains, maybe. .
On April 20, 6876, all the pursuing troops returned, and the statistics of the three parties' military exploits and the registration of trophies were nearly completed. A large number of rat soldiers were drowned in the lake, and Belegar should have secretly drank three glasses of wine.
The mustache below told me an outrageous rumor: the loot may not be enough! Ancestors and gods be the best, this is nonsense that only human brats will believe after they drink an entire barrel of their brewed horse urine.
On April 21, 6876, the leading Duke of Bretonnia asked to see His Majesty Snorri, but the great guardian of the Eight Peaks Mountain had big things to do. He then went to put pressure on Belegar to disclose the list of loot. I don't know what he thought. Is the Duke so impatient?
6876.4.23, His Majesty Snorri is back, the legend is true! The Mother Goddess lives at Valaya's Gate outside the Eight Peaks Mountain!
He has woken up, and His Majesty Snorri will go to see him. King Kazador and Master Iron Eyebrow are fortunate enough to be summoned into his hall together. This is an honor worthy of a single relief sculpture in the main hall of Iron Peak Castle. !
King Kazador swears on the honor of the Thunderhorn clan that the ancestor goddess is more beautiful, kind, and wise than the legend says. All the words used to describe the beautiful qualities of women are still inferior to Him.
All the masonrymen in the army were gathered together, and under the leadership of Master Stringer, they wanted to reshape the statue in front of the main entrance of the fortress as quickly as possible. The ceremony was scheduled for three days later, and the Rune Colossus was set in motion for preliminary cutting.
On April 24, 6876, His Majesty Snorri summoned me and probably every general. He proposed something called the "Golden Dollar Scroll" and hoped to get support from me and the Horn Castle.
To be honest, this is a deviant idea. No matter how beautifully printed the paper is, it cannot replace the heavy gold coins! And according to his opinion, he controls the issuance rights of Jin Yuan Juan, but the cost is shared by the entire mountains.
But sitting opposite him, even though he had a smile on his face and a tone of discussion in his mouth, it felt like my neck was pressed by meteorite, my mouth was watered by mithril juice, and I couldn't say a word of defense and could only nod in agreement. .
He is a demigod chosen by the ancestors. In the past thirty years, he almost single-handedly brought the lost fortress south of the Silver Road back to the embrace of the mountains. He has brought about major changes for our ethnic group that have not been seen in thousands of years, and it is appropriate to support his decision.
On 6876.4.25, I communicated with Arik and other elders in the fortress through rune transmission. Perhaps because I was an actual participant in the battle, I underestimated the shock that the recovery of Bafeng Mountain would have on the old world.
The more times the Undergrand clan failed, the more great Snorri's majesty became. The vast majority of the tribe believes that the mountains will restart the golden age under his leadership. All decisions he makes are right and should be firmly supported.
6876.4.26, the grand festival is about to begin, and many mustaches have to stay up all night to guard a good position in the square despite the night frost and morning dew. Fortunately, I was assigned a chair in the front row and was able to record this event in peace.
When the sun emerged from the Zilifen Rock in the east, His Majesty Snorri strode out from the main entrance of the fortress amid the hymns of the choir. He wears a gray robe sewn with gold thread, his black beard is tied with a beard ring, he wears a crown on his head and holds the Great Book of Hatred in his hands.
Behind him are the other two members of the Three Hammers - King Belegar and King Kazador. They were also dressed in formal attire, each holding a box in their hands, and the Hammer of Eternity guards followed behind them carrying sacrifices as a guard of honor.
Standing on the altar at the foot of the statue of the Mother Goddess, His Majesty Snorri opened the Book of Hatred, bit off his index finger and raised it to signal to everyone. Every new addition and deletion of hatred must be completed with the blood of the king, which is passed down from the father God Granny.
"In 4013, Drama-Hammerfist's team fought fiercely with the rats of the Moss clan for ten days and nights under Shadowhorn Rock, until the ammunition was completely exhausted. A total of 1,200 clan members led by him paid their lives."
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"In 6846, Domgar-Ironhammer led the expeditionary force deep into the interior of the fortress. During the evacuation, he and his rear guard fought heroically to the last man when faced with dozens of times more greenskin pursuers."
The deep sound, with the help of the mountain wind, filled the ears of everyone present. There are so many things that can be recorded in Damazkron, and there are countless hatreds related to various fortresses and clans.
"Today, I, Snorri Thorson of Clan Drazkrad, declare on behalf of High King Thorgrim the Grudge Bearer that the hatred related to the Eight Peaks Mountain has been settled! There are Clan Morse and The head of the leader of the Evil Moon Tribe is proof!"
His Majesty Snorri recited and canceled the clause with his index finger. When he had finished speaking, the two kings opened the box and showed the two embalmed heads.
"Next, let us worship the ancestors and gods together, thank them for their blessing and guidance, and report the good news to them!"
He gave the order, and the Eternal Hammer guards quickly moved into action. Although the ancestor goddess was the chief sacrifice, the sacrifices of several other sacrifices were also indispensable. Logically speaking, the Lake God believers and Sigmar priests among humans should avoid it at this time, but for some reason they stayed.
"Praise the great..."
As the sacrifices were offered one after another, the atmosphere in the square became more solemn. Everyone held their breath and concentrated for fear of missing the slightest sign.
"You're doing great kids!"
Suddenly, His Majesty Snorri's chanting was interrupted by a low and magnetic female voice. A green vortex suddenly appeared on the unpolished face of the statue, and a blond goddess appeared from it. She was suspended in mid-air and looked down at the place that was most favored by him. (End of chapter)
