"I can promise this on his behalf, you go on." Teclis nodded.
"The second point is easy to say. I am the owner of this land and the chosen one of the gods. If you want to spread faith here, you have to be brave. Why don't you bribe me?" Snorri crossed his legs and counted the gold coins.
He was trying hard to imitate the expressions of other tribesmen when they saw the treasure house.
"You mud-legged people can't change the smell of copper!" Teclis muttered, which prompted Master Kragg to lift the hammer. However, this is also in line with other races' consistent understanding of dwarves. By providing gifts such as
To solve the problem, Tigris must have made a plan before coming.
"How many gold coins do you want?" The archmage's tense back relaxed. According to his intelligence, the Snorri in front of him was nicknamed "The Generous One". At that time, he looked at it differently, but now, it seems like nothing more.
in this way.
"Hahaha, my respected prince, with the strength and power we have, how can ordinary gold coins be valuable?" Snorri laughed out loud, how could it be possible to send him away with money? Eternal Peak's
There are many shiny little cuties in the basement.
"Then what do you want?" Teclis frowned.
"Treasures! I'm not used to using your guys, and you can't even lift our products. There are still relics of the Longbeard War, right?" The dwarf king once again showed a money-obsessed expression.
In the war that lasted for hundreds of years, both sides suffered many high-level battle deaths. The warrior king Caledor II was beheaded, and the Phoenix Crown is still preserved in the Eternal Peak. On the dwarf side, Gotrek Shattered
The Star's son and brother also died in the battle.
"Hmm..." Teclis adjusted his sitting posture. The two rounds of transportation from the old world were all in short supply of strategic materials. Karak-Zun's soft furnishings had not yet caught up, and the stone chairs made the elf uncomfortable to sit on.
"There is a battle flag in the White Tower's treasury. The troops carrying that flag to fight will give their opponents the illusion of being taller."
"Is it mixed with dragon blood?" Master Kragg, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.
"My God!" Teclis turned his head and didn't want to answer. Compared with Kragg who didn't open or pick up any pot, Snorri seemed to have a sweet voice like a choir member.
"The Battle Flag of the Dragons' Scourge, it was the work of Jason Trawick, a rune master who swore the Butcher's Oath. The fortress he belonged to was destroyed by the dragon, and when he was forced to evacuate, he swore that he would spend the rest of his life
He can kill dragons as much as he can." Krag introduced Snorri.
"The epic dragon-slaying team?" Snorri's eyes lit up. In the early days of the Longbeard War, the dwarves suffered from no air superiority and could only defend passively. At this stage, Master Trawick formed a special force
force.
The members of the team are all strong men who aspire to slay dragons. Some of them are from the same hometown as Trawick, and their relatives have been harmed by dragons. Some of them simply want to make a name for themselves by slaying dragons.
These strong men gathered together and cooperated with each other tacitly among different professions. Relying on the geographical advantages such as mountain outposts, ground network, fortress shooting ports, etc., they moved to the west and the east to fight against the giant dragon. Their most famous victory was the "Dragon Sleep"
"Earth", a whole group of Caledor's Dragon Princes were sniped one by one by them.
Master Travik collected the heart blood and skin of every slain dragon, mixed them as raw materials, and created a battle flag with master-level fear runes attached as the symbol of the team.
Unfortunately, after a certain mission, the team lost news. Their courage and achievements were remembered by the tribesmen, and their stories are still sung in taverns to this day.
"The lost treasure is good. But I am very devout in my belief in the ancestors and gods! You want me to make a decision that goes against my ancestors..." Snorri patted his heart and made a prayer gesture.
"Insatiable..." Tigris was disgusted by Snorri's poor acting skills, but he still resisted spitting out insulting words like "dwarf" to provoke Krag again.
"Haha, if you ask me, there are many treasures that you have recorded clearly. Even if I give them to you, you wouldn't dare to use them, right?" The Archmage looked at the Book of Hatred on the table and suddenly had an idea. He is undoubtedly also a
High IQ elf.
"Uh..." This time it was Snorri's turn to be speechless. Indeed, those women and children knew that it was hard for him to get the treasure that had been taken away by the elves as trophies.
Of course it's okay to make up a story, but if the elves send witnesses to testify, it's almost inevitable that he and Pointy Ears are in cahoots with each other, and will be labeled as a treacherous traitor and his reputation will be tarnished.
"Then just watch and tell!" Snorri simply gave in.
"What do you want?" The Archmage was also thinking about which trophies from that year he could get at a relatively low cost.
"Necklace, cloak or other things that can be adjusted in size." Snorri has thought about this problem before. In his plan, in future battles, he will try to solve the problem by throwing Storm Hammer and hitting runes from a distance. If he wants to fight in close combat, he must start a battle.
God comes down to earth.
"The size can be adjusted?" Teclis looked at Snorri with a suspicious look on his face. He didn't quite understand the source of the dwarf's needs. "How about this?" He shook his staff lightly, and a crown appeared.
In the mirror.
This is a half-moon-shaped ring. The base is not a closed circle, so it can withstand deformation within a certain range. The top is in the shape of a "mountain" with three protruding rune bits, but the one on the left is not engraved with
.
In Snorri's opinion, this thing has a bit of elf aesthetic style, and it should be a product of the honeymoon period of the two races in the golden age. Now the dwarves don't like this kind of product, but he is a pragmatist, and he doesn't care much about those that strain the cervical vertebrae.
cold.
"The master-level rune of wisdom and a rune of determination are pretty good among the crowns." Master Krag commented that the dwarf's rune products still have the same old problem. The smaller the size, the more difficult it is to engrave the runes.
"Then let's take this!" Of course Snorri had no objection when he heard the master's praise. He is now the king of the land and is missing a crown.
"Go on, what else do you want?" Teclis also breathed a sigh of relief. These two things are still within his ability. If Snorri asked for the battle ax of the supreme prince or the crown of the Horn Castle, the elves would
It was also difficult for him to handle things that were also considered important trophies over there.
"Last of all, His clergy shall not interfere with my administration and justice."
Snorri has been thinking about this since the day he decided to introduce the population of the Knight Kingdom. He has several solutions, but they are not perfect.
