Master Nathan couldn't sit still. He walked to the door with a hammer in hand. Snorri suddenly found that his senior brother's equipment was similar to his own. Maybe this was the tradition of rune blacksmiths.
"Hey! What's the name of this mustache, and what clan does he belong to? Why is he so brave!"
When they walked out of the office door and looked down from the railing, Snorri and his senior brother were shocked by what they saw. There was no large-scale fight as they had imagined, but only dwarves standing calmly in the middle of the hall.
Engineers, adventurers and anvil guards lay scattered on the ground at his feet. The few remaining guards hid their bodies behind meteorite shields, leaning against walls or pillars to gain a sense of security.
"If you were only one-tenth as strong-mouthed as you, you wouldn't be in this situation!"
The dwarf standing in the center muttered as he put down his circled cuffs. Snorri didn't see any weapons in his hands, "Did he kill so many people with his bare hands?" This outrageous idea appeared to the lord.
in mind.
Snorri quickly calculated his combat effectiveness. He suspected that he would not be able to defeat so many people without turning on the gods. Not to mention other adventurers, the twenty anvil guards were all veterans of many battles.
!
With a set of meteorite armor, Snorri's second-level thunder blow cannot knock down one piece at a time. If they are in close combat, his short-handled forging hammer can certainly knock down one at a time, but considering the number of people and cooperation, he has a high probability of knocking down one piece.
You will be tired of defending and have little chance to take the initiative.
"I am the special counselor of Hongyun Mountain, Andemuge Kazadson!"
Before Snorri and Master Nathan could say anything, Andermg jumped down from the railing with a roar. He landed and rolled forward to remove the impact, and ran straight towards the dwarf. The young man
The ranger wants to show off his skills again.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities!”
Facing the challenger falling from the sky, the corner of the dwarf's black beard slightly raised his mouth. He raised his right hand and slowly clenched it into a fist. This movement seemed slow but was actually fast. There was only a "bang!" sound, Andemge.
It was like hitting his fist directly.
"thump!"
The ranger fell straight down, the plate armor on his body was in vain, and he lost his combat effectiveness before he could take action.
"Fuck!"
Snorri spit out a national curse. Undermg's performance during the expedition was obvious to all. Such a short hero was literally vulnerable in front of that young man!
"I, Rogoff, the person recognized by Grim Brindel and the captain of His Majesty Snorri's guard are here, who dares to make a mistake!"
Rogoff heard the noise, and the warrior who had found the end of his journey was also shocked by the scene in the hall, but he bravely stood opposite the dwarf with Snorri's guards.
"Relax, don't be impulsive, warrior, let's talk slowly if you have anything to say!" Snorri was also walking down the stairs at this time. His appearance triggered waves of cheers, and the clansmen seemed to have found a backbone.
"Greetings to you, Your Majesty!" The standing dwarf must have vented his anger, and he bowed his head slightly to Snorri.
"What makes you commit such a taboo and take the initiative to attack our compatriots?" Snorri's voice was very calm. Living abroad for a long time allowed him to gradually understand how to appease people's hearts. He also released the Valaya Sacrifice, and in the bursts
In the green light, the injuries of the fallen people were healed.
With the recovery of the ancestral homeland and the development of the mountain ranges on the edge of the southern world, the satisfaction and centripetal force of the entire mountain kingdom have been raised to a level unprecedented since the great earthquake. Along with this, there is also the devotion to the ancestral gods and the greater
Passionate work, these combined make Snorri's revival points almost inexhaustible.
"I must reiterate that unless it is an extremely special situation, taking the initiative to harm fellow tribesmen should not be encouraged!" He looked around at the tribesmen in the hall. His prestige and divine grace made the injured people who jumped up lower their heads.
Eyebrow. Competition can be allowed, but must be controlled within a reasonable range.
"Your Majesty, they, these scum! Attack me, attack my skills and creativity, and attack my guild and even my clan! Tell me, can I bear it?"
Mentioning the injustice he had just suffered, the young man became angry again. "The guys from Riliu Pass and Haimen Pass have the headquarters of the Engineers Guild on their side. When it comes to arrogance, even the sharp bean sprouts can't compare with them!"
"Your Majesty, don't listen to his nonsense. Gotrek's thoughts are completely chaotic. He actually wants to..."
A knocked down engineer was still not convinced, so he hid behind Snorri and shouted, but Snorri froze when he heard the name coming out of his mouth, and he didn't hear a word of what he said next.
"W-what's your name? Gotrek?"
Snorri asked tremblingly. In fact, the name Gotrek is as bad a choice as his own "Snorri" in the current mountain kingdom. At least one in ten male dwarves is named these two.
One of the names, there will also be a derivative of both of them.
"Snorri" comes from the white dwarf Snorri-Whitebeard; "Gotrek" comes from the High King Gotrek-Starbreaker during the Longbeard War. These two are recognized by the entire dwarf nations.
The greatest kings and heroes give their children the same name as them with good wishes.
"Gotrek Grenison is just a commoner."
"Grenison?" Snorri muttered silently, which was the same as his own Thorson, which meant son of Grenison. But the Gotrek he wanted to find had already taken the butcher's oath when he debuted, so his surname
Not often shown in front of others.
However, judging from the astonishing combat power he just displayed, Snorri can be said to be 100% sure that the Gotrek in front of him is the "most failed butcher" he is looking for.
The dwarf Gotrek has a scribe who records his epic adventures. He has been pursuing death, but the heads he chopped off are enough to put most bloodthirsty demons to shame. Of course, he has also exiled the four gods more than once
The great devil.
In his previous life, when Snorri read about Mr. Gao's glorious military exploits in history, he always wondered whether he would become a demon on the spot if he shouted "Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne".
"Ahem, you, do you have a high position in the Engineers Guild now?" Snorri licked his lips. He knew that he had to take down the dwarf in front of him, and he also knew that he would definitely be able to take him down.
"That's right, but it's time to go to Butcher's Keep soon." Gotrek sighed and raised his fists in front of him. Everyone in the hall focused their attention on the pair of hammer-sized iron fists, which were compared with cannons.