"I finally understand. When the team returns to the Eternal Peak, I will report what I saw and heard to my father. If it is convenient, you can entrust me with your difficulties and demands in the form of letters. This is enough.
There is something."
Snorri is not qualified to intervene in this matter now. He has not received the relevant authorization in this regard, but he does not want to sit idly by and ignore the difficulties of his people. To a certain extent, these relatively open-minded imperial dwarves are more likely to accept his revitalization of the mountains.
Kingdom Plan.
"That's not true..." The elder Stonelayer wanted to refuse, but Snorri interrupted him directly and motioned to the tavern owner to continue talking about Undermg.
"That is, in the face of the unfair treatment suffered by the tribesmen, Andemuge saw it and became angry in his heart! He and his people used various methods to fight against the injustice of the tribesmen who had suffered."
As the boss spoke, he occasionally raised his head to look at Snorri's expression in order to maintain a reasonable standard of speech in front of those in high positions. This is undoubtedly a sense of smell that has been cultivated after working in the service industry for a long time.
Snorri still doesn't care about these, as long as he doesn't directly offend his relatives or the ancestor goddess, he is not very sensitive.
"As time went by, he found that the power around him was still not enough. You know, our children of the mountains cannot compare with those short-lived people in terms of population, let alone on their territory.
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Seeing that Snorri was more indulgent, the tavern owner became more and more angry as he talked. It seemed that he had been exploited a lot during this time.
"Andemuge has made a mutual protection agreement with the enterprising young people in other settlements. No matter which settlement is being harassed by the gangsters, the tribesmen from other places will rush over to help. Now he is bringing
Hundreds of people have gone to Gray Lady Pass!"
Snorri nodded repeatedly after listening to Undermg's story. In his opinion, Undermg was a guy with both ideas and abilities. If he had the chance, he would like to meet him.
"So there are not many young people in our settlement area now, and we don't have the extra manpower to eliminate the rat people, right?" Snorri finally concluded.
Seeing the imperial dwarves in the room nodding frequently, Snorri smiled and drank the beer in his glass.
"Well, I allow you to hire the caravan guards to do what you need, but you have to figure out the specific details yourself! It's up to you whether there are applicants." Snorri finally relaxed, p>
"But you have to be quick! I have to get to Karak Zfulin before the New Year. This is my responsibility!"
He finally added that the duty of the caravan guards is to protect the convoy, and this will not be relaxed just because they enter the settlement. Allowing them to take on private work is already a kind of flexibility on Snorri's part.
"I understand, I understand! Thank you for your help!" The elder stonelayer was quite satisfied with this, and he immediately extended an invitation.
"By the way, do you have time to host a ceremony tonight? We wanderers who have left home have not bathed in the grace of our ancestors for too long."
Snorri certainly has no objection to this. He wouldn't mind doing this a few more times to enhance his influence, increase revival points, and promote the Mother Goddess' grace.
After agreeing on the specific time for the ceremony and the required sacrifices, Snorri moved his hands and feet and returned to his guest room.
He was not in a hurry about the evening ritual. Generally speaking, the temples of the dwarf ancestors and gods outside the mountains were usually located in the basement of the largest industry in the settlement. For the settlement of Helmgart, the temple was
In the basement of this pub.
This is easier for the Imperial dwarves who live alone in the village. They usually place a shrine dedicated to Gruni and the ancestors of the clan in the corner of the cellar or workshop.
Just when Snorri was about to go back and relax for a while to adjust his condition, it was not peaceful in the sewers of Helmgart.
"Prophet, prophet, you have a beard!" A sharp and unclear voice rang.
Gray Seer Cordru-Sharpclaw raised his head from the filthy scroll in front of him. It covered its gray hair with a standard gray robe, and a pair of curly horns on its head highlighted its appearance.
The favor that a mouse receives from the Horned Rat God.
"Yes, yes! I know that!" Coderu swung its long tail, "Hasn't this been found out a long time ago? Five hundred, five hundred bearded things! But they are all old, weak, sick and disabled!"<
/p>
"Prophet, a new batch of bearded things have arrived, many, many!" the rat spy continued.
"A lot? It shouldn't be! It shouldn't be! Their beards should have been cut off by that, that big fat green skin!" Gray Prophet shouted. It was obvious that, except for the Demonic Bird God himself, there is no creature in the world that likes to plan and cannot catch up.
Change.
"Have the bearded things found out about Coderlu's plan? No, no! But they are difficult, difficult! More difficult than the human things!"
"What should we do? Do we, do we still want to overturn this human thing's fortress?" Another gray-robed rat man behind Coder Road stuck his head out.
This rat man looks very young. Compared with the twisted bone horns on the top of Coder Road's head, its horns are nothing more than bony protrusions protruding from the hair.
Most ratmen are as timid as goblins. In their rat creed, escape and turning are never derogatory terms.
"Hmph! Little Mouse, do you want Codelu to fail to complete the task, task, and then be punished, punished by the High Priest of Gray Claw, Klitslik?" Codelu squinted his red eyes and stared at his young man.
descendants.
The Gray Seers are an independent clan, governed by a council of one hundred and sixty-nine powerful ratmen. This is because the sacred number of the Great Horned Rat is thirteen, and the rats chose the square number of thirteen. p>
Every official Gray Prophet councilor has a high status in the Demon Rat Empire. In order to avoid the internal friction caused by the evil nature of the rat people's bloodline and ensure that everyone works together for the great cause of the Horned Rat God, formal gray prophets are strictly prohibited within the Gray Prophet Council.
The prophets fought openly against each other.
If a Gray Prophet violates the rules, he will be kicked out of the Council, stripped of his title of official Gray Prophet, and will be wanted.
But the problem is that it is almost impossible for young juniors to become official Gray Seers by waiting. These guys can release powerful Skaven magic and know the technology of using warpstone to make life-extending potions.
The current High Priest of Gray Claw has a life span of hundreds of years, which is unimaginable for short-lived species like the rat people.
If they want to ascend to power smoothly and enjoy the servants, lifespan, mating rights, etc. that come with power, the newly born Gray Prophet candidates can only find a way to kill an official member, and then inherit everything from it.
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