Although the losses were heavy, Snorri noticed that the morale of his men was not low, but even higher. First, the high elves blocked the way, and then the Chaos Demonic Army appeared directly. Everyone knew that they were taking the right path. At the same time,
We are almost close to the target.
Every member of the expeditionary force wanted to run and march to Plateau Fort, but the wounded and war machines forced them to slow down. Snorri seemed to have a plan in mind, but in fact he had to pull up the map almost every hour to confirm.
Check the location and direction.
Two days later, in the map in his mind, Snorri himself was finally close to Plateau Castle.
"The ancestor goddess told me that we have arrived! Everyone who can move, set off immediately and explore in small teams!"
Snorri roared while riding on the back of the sheep. Seven thousand years have passed since the ancestors left Plateau Castle and headed north. Seven thousand years ago, the city of Bordeaux was still a vast sea, and humans were no different from monkeys.
Due to earthquakes and volcanic eruptions in the Dark Ages, it has been four thousand years since the dwarves lost this originally built fortress. No one knows what condition the fortress is in and whether it has been damaged.
Snorri got off the sheep's back and waited with the wounded. He felt that time had never passed so slowly. The helicopters had long run out of fuel. In the previous battle, Altman had to use them as
Horse drawn chariots are used.
"Master, we found it!"
"Praise the Ancestral Goddess! Praise the Ancient Saint Chosen Snorri!"
Fortunately, Snorri's excited tribesmen did not keep him waiting for long, and soon a group of tribesmen rushed back, cheering and reporting loudly.
"Walk!"
Snorri gave the blue sheep a slap on the butt, and the little sheep ran forward with him. A few minutes later, he saw a large group of tribesmen gathered in front of a stone wall and making a lot of noise.
"The choice of the respected goddess is here!"
Brian Bronzebeard, this well-known insuranceman, has an unparalleled sense of smell for ancient monuments. While other tribesmen were still searching all over the place, he found this place in a twist and turn.
"this?"
Snorri stepped forward, "Perhaps I need a pair of glasses!" He muttered in his heart. After years of learning knowledge and skills in a dark underground environment, his eyesight was not that good.
"Look!"
Brian had great respect for Snorri after seeing the gods come down to earth, so he didn't show off to Snorri. When he found that he couldn't see it at the first time, he explained it verbally.
"Karak Zun is the first fortress built by the ancestors. Different from our current residence, there is no, or almost no, above-ground part. This stone wall is her gate, but it was evacuated by the ancestors.
It was closed before!”
Following Brian's fingers, Snorri and the surrounding tribesmen saw a set of gaps that could not be discovered without looking carefully. It was obvious that making the gate extremely tall was a habit passed down from that time, and no one really mentioned it.
Don't think of them as cracks in the door.
"How to open it? Just push it?" Snorri asked directly.
"You are the only rune master we have here, so it's up to you to decide!" It was obvious that Brian had no experience in opening this kind of secret door.
"Thousands of years have passed, and the power has probably been lost greatly!" Snorri pondered as he looked at the dim runes in the crack of the door.
He activated the gods to descend to the earth, transformed into a stone statue in front of his subordinates, and placed his hands on the stone door amidst the sound of admiration.
"Drink!"
Following a sharp shout, a "creak!" sound was heard, and a gap appeared in the stone wall.
"Compatriots! Let us come together! Share the glory of finding the homeland of our ancestors!"
Snorri turned around and greeted. The dwarves were already eager to try. They swarmed up, trying to get a good position to push the door. This behavior undoubtedly earned Snorri a lot of praise, and he was happy to use it.
A cost-free way to enhance your reputation.
With everyone's combined efforts, the door was pushed open.
"careful!"
Snorri roared, and an ax and a war hammer came down. Fortunately, the dwarves were still in order and did not rush to squeeze in the gate.
"What's this?"
Two stone statues that were a head taller than Snorri himself appeared in the eyes of the expeditionary force.
"Is this, that kind of thing? It's just much smaller!" Bloxon came closer.
The activity range of these two stone statues seemed to be bounded by the gate. After the dwarves exited the gate, they stopped, but still remained alert.
Of course Snorri knew what Bloxson was talking about, the rune colossus in the deepest part of the Engineers' Guild. The two figures in front of him were probably miniature versions of it, only the size of an ogre.
"This thing should be called Rune Guard!"
Brian tugged at his beard. Snorri felt that he was not sure, but the dwarf's character prompted the explorer to speak out loud.
"They have been found in some lost mountain fortresses before, but the runes were obliterated over the years or damaged due to lack of maintenance. Therefore, it is difficult to distinguish them from ordinary statues."
"Don't we have such a thing now?" Snorri didn't remember that there was a rune guard in the Eternal Peak. It stands to reason that if there is one in the world, it can be found in the capital of the Mountain Kingdom.
"Since the advent of Chaos, the ancestors realized that the Rune Guards were still unable to fight against the demons of the Four Gods. The gods Morgrim and Turni developed a new type of giant-sized colossus. Unfortunately, it was made in the Dark Ages.
The skills of both are lost."
Snorri looked at Brian and wondered why he knew so much, but in an instant he figured it out. In order to repair the Rune Colossus, President Bullock had to ask even his fledgling self for help, let alone this famous man in the old world.
What about the explorers?
"Bring me my anvil of doom!"
Snorri ordered, and he struck the runes of the hearth and home. Snorri was not sure how this construct could distinguish between friend and foe, but this initial rune was the best proof of his identity as a dwarf.
His judgment was not wrong. Soothed by the power of the runes, the two stone statues stopped.
"Go slowly!"
Maintaining his status as a god descending from the earth, Snorri walked through a short corridor, and after appeasing a pair of stone statues guarding the door, the dwarves came to a hall.
"Ancestral Gods!"
There are a large number of statues lined up in this hall, and the dwarves observed them carefully. Except for the seven ancestor gods standing in front, most of the other carved figures have been lost in history.
These are the original group of dwarves created by the Ancient Saint. Their power is not as good as the ancestors gods, but they are also first-class strong men. Snorri believes that this is the landmark building of Plateau Castle, the "Ancestral Hall".
