Aunt Sonia turned around to go out but found that Snorri had not moved but was mumbling something absentmindedly.
"Why are you waiting here if you don't go? Don't worry about the weapons. You can get them in a month. The pledge money will not fall from the sky. I have to go to the banquet tonight!"
"Oh, go and do your work, aunt, I was just thinking about the Butcher King." Snorri replied, he just thought of the legendary dwarf lord in the game with sky-high orange hair and a giant axe.
This may be the third most capable dwarf that can be found in the world! But why does he want to customize a chain axe? Isn’t the legendary quality Dago Ax not enough?
"That's weird!" Aunt Sonia shook her head and walked out of the workshop muttering. She had a lot to do to prepare for the banquet!
"Hahaha, relax kid. Even at your age, I admired the strong. I dreamed of becoming one of them and fighting all kinds of powerful monsters in the mountains. If I could save a few young people by the way,
That’s even better, madam!”
Master Shattered Anvil sat down, puffed his pipe, and smiled happily, but he obviously misunderstood Snorri.
"But later I also thought about it. Isn't being able to produce and maintain weapons and equipment for them in the rear a kind of support? Our ancestors taught us well - no matter how shiny gold is, it cannot replace the use of pig iron!
You have the grace of the ancestral goddess and became a rune master at a young age. Your name will definitely become a part of the epic and be praised by future generations! Maybe it will also be accompanied by your hammer and me who forged it, hahaha!
”
To this young and promising junior, Master Shattered Anvil spent a lot of time and sincerely enlightening him, but he did not get to the point.
"Why did the Butcher King customize this pair of chain axes? Doesn't he have the ancestral Dago Ax?" Snorri still asked his doubts.
"Let me see," Master Shattered Anvil pulled out an order form, "Well, judging from the last name, he ordered it for his son. The prince is not much older than you."
"Does the Butcher King have a son?" Snorri asked again.
Master Shattered Anvil glanced at the forging table, "Well, it will take some time to reach the right temperature after the fire is rekindled. Since you are so interested, why don't I tell you the story of Agrim-Ironfist? He and
Your family and I have some intersection."
Snorri nodded. He really wanted to know the story of this fighting dwarf king and lay the foundation for a very possible encounter in the future.
Master Anvil's apprentice brought a chair for Snorri, brought two glasses of beer, and filled the master's pipe with new tobacco leaves. The master's story began.
"Agrim Iron Fist, he is about the same age as your father, His Majesty the Supreme King, and his legendary experience begins with the bloody battle against Chaos a hundred years ago." The master's eyes gradually lost focus, and he fell into
In memories.
"Agrim's father, the previous Butcher King, found an honorable death in that battle. More Chaos scum died under his battle ax than all other warriors. As the army advanced, Agrim
Reem received the news that his father had fulfilled the Butcher's Oath, and was successfully crowned as the new king of Karak Kaderin.
Shortly after he swore the Butcher's Oath and completed the Butcher's Ceremony, the news that the late King Orrickson passed away and that a new High King would be selected through a competition of contributions within one year reached the Butcher's Castle.
As the lord of the most powerful fortress in the north, Agrim is undoubtedly qualified to participate. However, the elders of his clan have refused to support him in the competition. They do not want to lose another Butcher King in a short time.
Especially since he had no heirs at the time."
The master took a sip of beer to moisten his throat: "Agrim thought this was a slight and an offense. He was angry. He took off the symbol of Karak-Kaderin's throne - the legendary equipment of the Butcher King's Crown, and rushed alone.
Into the vast snow.
At that time, a tribe of giants occupied the channel connecting Karak and Kaderin to the south, and harassed the fortress and caravans from time to time, which had a great impact on the production and life of the tribesmen.
Agrim came all the way to the valley where this tribe lived. He took turns with his ax and chopped down every giant who dared to face him, leaving a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in front of the giant king. That was a big guy,
It is half taller than the average stupid thing, and the Butcher King only reaches his ankles including the hair crown on his head."
The old dwarf puffed out a puff of smoke, and Snorri listened with rapt attention.
"They started a one-on-one battle. Agrim's loud war cry and the giant king's roar resounded throughout the northern mountains! They fought from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Their roars and the aftermath of the battle
Triggered an avalanche!
White snow buried everything, and after hearing the news, the dwarves of Kaderin came to look for their king. They went down the cliff, and halfway up the mountain they saw the legendary Ax of Dagor stuck in the crevices of the stone. These dwarves did not give up.
Hope, even though they have long been prepared to swear an oath to become butchers, they still insist on searching downwards."
"What do you think they saw in the mountain stream?" Master Shattered Anvil asked, and Snorri shook his head.
"They saw Agrim sitting on a head that was bigger than others and drinking! The Giant King's head was full of dents made by fists, and Agrim's fists were stained with red blood and milky white
of brain!
As the news spread throughout the mountain kingdom, Agrim Iron Fist's name was known to everyone. It is said that the giant cubs in some places did not even dare to cry when they heard his name! He became the most respected strong man.
With this achievement, he became the most powerful contender for the supreme throne at that time! Of course, he eventually lost to your father Thorgrin, but this is a story for another day."
After recovering from the heart-stirring story, Snorri couldn't help but admire the feats of the Butcher King. "Then what is the connection between him and you?"
"Hahaha, I had just become a master blacksmith at that time, and I was not doing such a high-end job. After he became famous, I took on three orders in a row to change the word 'Iron Fist' on the exquisite weapons! One month.
I’ve worn out several handfuls of hair!”
The previous article introduced the nicknames of dwarves. Generally speaking, it is considered a provocation for younger people to use the nicknames used by their predecessors. However, after Agrim chose the nickname Iron Fist, the dwarves who had received these nicknames before chose to avoid conflicts with them.
He repeatedly made the decision to change his nickname, which is a good reflection of his reputation.
After telling the story of the Butcher King, Master Anvil sent Snorri out of the workshop. Seeing that it was getting late, Snorri led the guards directly back to his new home. He washed up and changed into formal clothes.
Getting ready to attend the banquet.
Thanks to the monthly tickets from Electronic Sheep and the recommendation tickets from many other book friends, there will be an update in the evening.
Continue to ask for rewards for various tickets and collections. There will be more updates if there is a certain amount