Next, Snorri stayed in the temple to watch the humans organize the aftermath and gave them some necessary suggestions. For example, after stripping away valuable things from the storm rats, burning all the rat corpses to avoid the plague, etc.<
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Several horse-riding messengers set out overnight to Altdorf to report the latest situation to William III. The provincial corps also under the command of their captain wiped out the remaining rat men in the city.
When Helmgart's internal affairs officer began to count the amount of property and personnel damaged in the night attack, and temporarily recruited militiamen to participate in the defense of the city to make up for the lack of troops, Snorri left Bahrain as his plenipotentiary diplomatic representative and returned.
Dwarf settlement.
Looking at the faint morning light in the sky, Snorri let out a big yawn. After another hard night of fighting, he couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought that the person who was still alive yesterday afternoon had turned into a corpse parked in the temple today. The war dead were not buried immediately. According to tradition, they should wait until the newly arrived temple priests perform the last rites for them to ensure that the souls of these heroic warriors can smoothly go to the Kingdom of Sigmar and not be desecrated by the Chaos Evil God.
Snorri considered that it was already winter and the temperature was relatively cold, so the corpse would not rot too quickly and spread the plague, so he did not stop it.
Of course, he knew that Sigmar was currently trapped by Tzeentch in the Wind of Heaven, one of the eight magical winds, but there was no need to tell his human friends about this kind of thing. Snorri didn't want the witch hunters to come to his door. To Snorri's surprise, the rat people did not try to attack again. It seemed that the Gray Prophet needed time to recover. Altdorf's response was very fast, and the new Lord of Helmgart arrived on the morning of the third day. p>
This was within Snorri's expectation. After all, there are only two or three important towns in Reikland besides the capital, so it is normal for the response to be fast.
However, Snorri also received news from Balin that the new city lord wanted to entertain him in a "private" manner and express his gratitude to him and the dwarves.
Snorri stroked the beard on his chest, and his mind began to spin rapidly. Although he is a time traveler who knows the direction of history, he is not sure whether William III has the heart to become emperor now.
In the original history, what really prompted Dieter IV to abdicate was his acceptance of bribes to grant Marienburg autonomy.
"Tell the new city lord that I am willing to accept the banquet, but I have to decide the place. It will be in this bar!" Snorri knocked on the table.
On the one hand, this is to ensure the privacy of communication. The new city lord has just arrived and his control over this place is not strong enough to the naked eye. Relatively speaking, the Sons of the Mountains are undoubtedly more trustworthy.
On the other hand, it is also to ensure safety. The assassination of the death running rats is still vivid. At least, the dwarf settlements are not so easy for the ratmen to infiltrate. Many of the mountain fortresses where the dwarves of the empire originally lived fell into their hands.
It is impossible not to take precautions when building a new settlement on the plain.
This is no longer a question of whether to wear armor when dining. The Weeping Sword - a weapon made of warpstone and the unique forging technology from the Eastern Cathay Empire, has a strong armor-breaking effect. Viscount Thompson died unexpectedly due to carelessness before.<
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The anvil guard who was responsible for conveying the message took the order and left, and Snorri fell asleep once again. He had to find a way to solve the problem that dwarves with short legs could never catch up with fleeing enemies. He couldn't rely on ambushes or counting in advance every time.
Your own storm hammer handle.
The newly arrived Sir Monk is said to be a nobleman born as a witch hunter. He has accumulated meritorious deeds through years of fighting against Chaos believers. When he finally got tired of it all, he exchanged a knighthood for himself.
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At this juncture, the former witch hunter was temporarily used to deal with the threat of ratmen. When Snorri heard the news about Sir Monk that was unknown to be true or false, somewhere between a heroic epic and a horror story.
, he was somewhat doubtful.
As the night comes, the twin sisters of the evil moon Morsrib, Manasrib, hang high in the night sky. One is wearing a fur coat, a dirty big-brimmed hat on his head, and a bulging waist.
The guy who must have been armed pushed open the door of the largest dwarf bar in Helmgart.
"We have an appointment, in the name of the ancestral goddess!" This human has a distinct northern accent and does not seem to be a native of Reikland.
"Karaz-a-Karak, the stairs are over there!" The bar owner quietly reported the number of the private room.
The dwarves living outside the mountains like to use Dwarven language for landmarks in the mountains or other names for things around them, which expresses the dwarves of the empire's longing for their homeland.
With a "dong dong" sound of leather boots, the weird human walked up the stairs. From the sound of footsteps, one of his legs seemed to be disabled. Although it was deliberately concealed, it showed a slight sense of procrastination.<
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"Bang!"
Snorri, who was thinking, was startled by the sound of pushing the door open. He saw a tall human with a slight stoop kicked open the door, and he pointed a loaded short-handled musket forward.
"You son of a bitch, you are being disrespectful to the Supreme Prince!" Captain Glenson walked up to him with a war hammer. Although there was a big difference in height, this older dwarf warrior was not inferior to him in terms of aura.<
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"Hmph, have the dwarves in the mountains now reached the point where their mustaches are just a mouthful?" The visitor seemed to have seen many big scenes. He had no comment on Captain Glenson's threat and looked at Si Si who was sitting in the main seat.
Nori said.
"Yes, I am the chosen one of the Mother Goddess Varaya, the rune master of the Drazkrad clan, the Storm Hammer Snorri Thorson!" Snorri said in a deep voice. Generally speaking, he is a generous person.
This nickname is not suitable for him to give by himself.
"Human, I have to remind you that it is a good thing to be vigilant, but if you go too far, huh, it will make you lose your friends!"
"On the road to eradicating chaos, I never trust anyone but myself!" Human beings say this very arrogantly.
"Then why did you come here?" Snorri smiled when he heard this. This human said he was tough, but he still ran over obediently.
The human was speechless, curled his lips, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Snorri. "Okay, I have to admit, you dwarves are relatively trustworthy!"
"Please!" Snorri pushed a glass of Bergman wine in front of the human.
"Ton ton!" The human was not polite and drank more than half of the cup in one gulp. "Hahaha, the dwarf beer is still exciting! I drank the grape juice in Altdorf for a long time and felt nothing but suffocation!"
"Why do you want to see me?" After three drinks, Snorri got to the point. He didn't have much time to stay here.