Snorri took advantage of his opponent's dazed state and stepped forward quickly. When the mustache came to his senses, he found a hammer on his forehead.
"This Storm Hammer is really extraordinary. You are more skilled. I surrender!" This tribe is very magnanimous. They don't want to be lazy and mess around. They simply jumped off the stage.
"Storm Hammer!"
"Snorri, Stormhammer!"
Seeing Snorri defeating two challengers with flying hammers, the tribesmen burst into cheers. Although throwing weapons is not a mainstream fighting method among the dwarves, it doesn't matter as long as the effect is significant.<
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Perhaps the two young men who came up first to start the fight were relatively well-known warriors among their peers in the local area. Their defeat in one move made the other challengers cower. After a long time of mutual humility, a man with a luxuriously dressed mustache was pushed away.
Come out.
"Greetings, Master Snorri the Generous! My name is Stringer!" He chose another nickname for Snorri.
Looking at the young tribesman in front of him with a black beard almost as long as his own, Snorri was secretly surprised that this young rune blacksmith looked pretty good, but his figure seemed a little thin by dwarf standards.
"I have nothing to question about the strength of you and your brother," his voice seemed a little weak, and his words were not strong either.
Such a weak performance attracted a round of boos for him. You must know that usually the bride's relatives are the ones who should really contribute when facing the challenge of welcoming a bride.
"But out of respect for tradition, let me ask you for advice on the art of seal carving!" Stringer seemed a little uninterested, as if he had already given up.
Before Snorri had time to ask about the specific game method, Lord Lorek came out of the small room at the back.
"How's the challenge going?" The dwarf lord seemed to have other things on his mind.
"Master Snorri just used two flying hammers to kill the little guy from the Golden Hammer clan and a young man who came down from the mountain. Now Stringer is about to have a final discussion with him on behalf of our clan!" Master Hallek said to his
The lord reported the battle situation.
"Stringer? Can his small body catch Master Snorri's Storm Hammer? Come down quickly! Don't hurt yourself, we have more important things now!" Lord Lorek muttered.
Sentence.
Upon hearing this, Prince Stringer retreated as if he had been granted amnesty.
"Why is it so useless? The quality of our clan ancestors is not like this!" Seeing that his disciple didn't even say a few words in the scene, Master Harek also began to mutter.
Although everyone basically reached a consensus that Stringer was not Snorri's opponent, saying a few harsh words when his father signaled the end of the challenge was a way to show his heart.
"Since everyone has no objections, let's end the wedding challenge here!" It seems that the matter is not a big deal, Lord Lorek directly announced to see off the guests and clear the place.
The banquet was originally over, and the guests here were all relatively familiar. They all sent their blessings to Lord Lorek on his son-in-law and then filed out.
"You two stay here, let's go to the back for a meeting!" Snorri was about to turn around and leave. In his opinion, there was no need to intervene in the local affairs of Breeze Castle, but he was stopped by the dwarf lord.
A few more fortress managers than at noon gathered in the lord's small conference room. Another glass of beer was served in front of everyone, but Snorri indicated that he needed a cup of tea.
"That's right, the human friends of Bretonnia have encountered a little trouble!" Lord Lorek sat on the main seat, stroking his beard.
"The Norscan barbarians in the north are going to harass the Principality of Colonia with their longships again? They are all humans, why are there such big differences?" An old dwarf muttered.
"Let me see, it's probably an internal matter! Charon, the long-distance expedition organized by His Majesty the Knight King on the orders of their goddess has left their country extremely empty!"
Another dwarf dressed as a soldier interrupted him, and Snorri learned from the surroundings that this was Devis-Melting Blade, the champion warrior of Karak Zfulin. He was obviously a little drunk at the previous banquet,
Now I can’t speak very fluently.
"It must be that the horned things in the forest have come out again! Kill all the greenskins, hiccup, he really dares to think about it!" Melting Blade didn't forget to chatter even when he was drunk.
"You're pretty much right, but it's not a beastman, it's a vampire!" Lord Lorek raised his voice to suppress the noise in the conference room.
"Those ghosts who are still lingering and desecrating the dead are, according to our friends, coming from the sea to trouble them."
"Vampire pirates?" Snorri muttered. These guys control all kinds of seafood and giant cannons. They are indeed powerful opponents, but compared to the vampires on land, the dwarves have fewer hatred laws related to them.
There are many, after all, it is difficult for pirates and sons of mountains to get close to each other.
Snorri knows that vampires have a long history in the Warhammer world, and their origins can be traced back to Nehekhara thousands of years ago.
After defeating Nagash, Lord of the Undead for the first time, the master of the Lahmian city-state, Lemashtra, out of desire for the Lord of the Undead's eternal power, sent the Black Arkhan, the strongest and most powerful Lord of the Undead, to the throne.
The loyal servant was transported to his city-state.
In Lahmia, Arkhan was awakened and imprisoned, and he was forced to teach the local nobles the magic of the Lord of the Dead. In the process, he somehow got involved with Neferata, Queen of Lamashtra.
Together.
Afterwards, after a bitter drama and unsafe magic experiments, they successfully developed a new version of the immortality potion. Neferata then became the world's first vampire and gave the potion to Lai
Mia's senior officials reincarnated them into the ancestors of vampires.
Strictly speaking, any vampire can be resurrected as long as he goes through the correct rituals. Of course, they generally have to be strong enough to have dependents willing to resurrect him, and to be worthy of being resurrected. This situation leads to a huge gap in the strength of vampires. p>
"Their domestic strength is very weak now. The nuisance of those sea vampires has already overwhelmed the Principality of Bordeaux, but that doesn't count. Some of the black guards of the More Church and some Holy Grail girls serve the goddess in the lake.
Spellcasters,"
Lord Lorek then stated the situation. He originally wanted to call the Lady of the Lake directly, but he changed his mind temporarily considering that Snorri, the chosen one of the dwarf mother goddess, was present.
"Report to their lords that the blasphemers lurking in the native forests and valleys of Bretonnia will cooperate with those at sea!"
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