Snorri's behavior undoubtedly conveyed this meaning to the elders of Karak-Azgraz:
I, Snorri Thorson, am the chosen one of the ancestral goddesses, the son of the High King, the disciple of Master Krag the Harsh, and a member of the Drazkrad clan that rules the Eternal Peak.
I'm not targeting anything in the warehouse, I'm just saying that the things that everyone on the site considers treasures are just garbage in my opinion! Since they are all garbage, just take something interesting and forget it.
Suffering such humiliation, these old dwarves all felt ashamed. However, these guys whose energy had been worn away could neither get angry nor dare to take the butcher's oath.
After all, Snorri didn't really say anything offensive, the previous content was just their imagination.
At the same time, with their age and strength, if they become butchers, they will basically have to report to the ancestors and gods as soon as they can't reach Karak Kaderin. They also want to enjoy more power!
"Uncle Morns, I think you are an old fool! Acting like this in front of the Mother Goddess will bring shame to our entire Dauntless Fortress!" Lord Savak said to the old dwarf who was the first to jump out to attack. p>
"You should go back and recuperate! I think the position of the city's internal affairs officer can be handed over to your eldest nephew!" Lord Savak obviously listened to Snorri's suggestion just now, and he cleverly grasped this suggestion.
Opportunity.
Hearing this, the elders around them all drew a clear line with this Moens. They are all very old. They don't want to offend Snorri and then be quoted in front of the Mother Goddess.
"You are so generous!"
"You show kindness without seeking repayment, and your character is as noble as mithril!"
"As expected of a person favored by the Mother Goddess! Such generosity is a legacy from ancient times!"
The dwarf elders of Fearless Castle all praised Snorri to ease their embarrassment. Of course, they couldn't say that their own things couldn't be appreciated by Snorri, so they could only start from the point of helping enthusiastically without expecting anything in return.
Snorri didn't say much when he saw this. He knew that it was best to keep a smile and a sense of mystery at this time. Amidst the praise, he returned to his guest room on the upper floor of the fortress and locked the precious gear in
In the safe.
Next, Snorri stayed in seclusion and continued to study the rune magic at hand. On the third night, Balin and Tommy knocked on Snorri's door.
"Cousin! You are really extraordinary! If it were me, I would definitely pick the most expensive one when I go in!" Cousin Tommy said with a mixture of confusion and admiration.
"Yes, your generosity is being spread everywhere in the tavern! Everyone calls you Snorri the Generous!" Balin added.
Yes, as Snorri was willing to reward his subordinates at Mountain Lake Castle before and was not greedy for loot; he took the initiative to add money to buy technology from the wanderers; he repeatedly refused donations at Fort Horn; he paid full war bonuses in front of Fort Fearless.
, buy fine wine at your own expense for the tribesmen to enjoy;
In addition, after providing help at noon the day before, he only received a gear as reward. These deeds were spread intentionally or unintentionally, and the tribesmen began to call him the nickname "The Generous One".
Snorri was very happy when he heard this. He had always wanted a moral character nickname. In his opinion, this was the most valuable one he could get at this stage.
Moral character nicknames highlight a person's selflessness. If a rat man is named loyal, a goblin is named brave, and a troll is named wisdom, then everyone who hears it will recognize it immediately.
The guy is extraordinary, and the same goes for the dwarves who are known for being stingy and generous.
In contrast, nicknames for strength should highlight the few attributive words and the wide scope. Imagine if the three people who fell in love and killed each other in Bafeng Mountain could replace the three words "Bafeng Mountain" before the main character, the war general, and the god of war.
Or change it to a larger scope such as "mountains" or "world's edge mountains", and the level of domineering will undoubtedly reach a new level.
At present, Snorri doesn't have a nickname for his strength. If he insists on getting one, he might be "the first rune master of the younger generation", "the God of Killing in the Western Mines of the Silver Road", etc. It would be a bit ridiculous to say it.
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As for the weapons and physical characteristics, they are even more unpopular. "The choice of the respected goddess - Flying Hammer Snorri!" Snorri would laugh even thinking about such an incongruous combination.
"Cousin, what are you laughing at?" Balin couldn't help but asked as he watched Snorri smirking in a daze. In his opinion, Snorri's addiction was undoubtedly getting bigger.
"Nothing, nothing! I just want to tell you a truth," Snorri thought for a while and decided to give these two relatives a few words.
"We should use what we have in abundance to exchange for what we are in short supply! Only when something as lovely as gold can flow can it produce real value." Bahrain didn't understand, but Tommy was thoughtful after listening.
After Snorri arranged for them to be responsible for coordinating the delivery of the organ cannon, he lay back on the bed again. It was time for him to make plans for what would happen next for himself and his eldest brother.
Thinking about it, Snorri's wedding to his eldest brother should be a certainty. With the dwarves' disposition to value promises, the Lord of Breeze Castle has no reason to break his promise as long as there is no big mistake.
As for the so-called assessment, it is difficult to say whether it is just a formality, but Snorri feels that with his own wit and the war hammer in his hand, it should not be difficult to take care of some young people from a small place.
After the battle with Skarsnik, Snorri re-evaluated his own strength. Although the Night Goblin Warmaster's personal strength was ranked last among the legendary lords of all races, his so-called wisdom should also be considered.
It’s based on green skin standards.
But in any case, this also proves that I have a certain amount of self-protection capital, at least I will not fall into the hands of some unknown people easily.
But when it comes to his own Doomsday Anvil, Snorri still has no clue. His father, Thorgrim the Grudge, only gave him the news that "Breeze Castle has a spare one" and a theoretically sufficient amount of funds, but in detail
He didn’t know anything about the information.
It’s no wonder that his old father, as the supreme king of the mountains, could do this to the extreme. If he went too far, there would be no way for his son to seize the ancestral treasures of other cities for his own son.
Doesn’t sound good.
Snorri now needs all kinds of information about the Anvil of Doom. What is its condition and does it need repair? Who wants to monetize it and turn it into a widely used oath?
Who else wants to keep this treasure in Karak Zfulin for what reasons, even if it is covered in dust for a period of time. Only by knowing these things can he gain some initiative during negotiations.