With something on his mind, Snorri's steps became brisk. Along the way, he squinted his eyes and scanned every knight village. However, the sects of the Four Chaos Gods could be seen at a glance. Snorri's open and secret visits did not find anything.
Sanctuary of Grime or Blood Order of Khorne.
"Okay, the city wall is finally up!"
All the way to Demon Slayer Castle, Snorri saw progress that satisfied him. Cement bonded much faster than the original lime mortar, and its strength was also more guaranteed. Workers only needed to pile up stones to build a tall and solid city wall.
It rose from the ground.
“Ensure the most basic defense functions first, and we’ll talk about internal planning later.”
Snorri ordered while inspecting the bustling site. A council of elders was also formed at the Demon Slayer Castle construction site to promote the progress of the project and deal with issues such as personnel placement, logistical support and so on.
Under Snorri's instruction, in addition to the architects responsible for the design, workers' representatives and his own civil servants all entered the Presbyterian Church, which greatly stimulated the people's enthusiasm for labor.
Snorri looked at the pit of the living dead from a distance. He knew that he and Nagash's minions would eventually have a battle. Building a fortress was a time-consuming process. If he completed it one day earlier, his territory would be safer.
"Henryde, when I am not in the Southland, the internal affairs of Plateau Castle and Demon Slayer Castle depend on Bahrain, but the external affairs depend on you!"
The dwarf king slapped his tall subordinate. This former gatekeeper of Torrent Pass is now the security commander of the Lost Plateau. This official position can be called the leader of a military commander. For a dwarf with an ordinary background, reaching here is a sign of honor.
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"Don't worry, I didn't even tremble when I faced the forest dragon's breath! I didn't even rush up with the ax on that green beast of Kugas. No matter what his pointed ears or bones, who dared to come to me?
Let them stay and fertilize the fields! In the name of the god Varaya..."
Henry Dekong wields his big axe. He is now very confident and fighting spirit. But this performance makes Snorri feel nervous. As the saying goes, a proud soldier will be defeated. Too many famous generals in his previous life have fallen into this trap.
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"Listen to me, the enemy is in the open and we are in the dark. Their cunning and changeable power are unprecedented! You must not relax your vigilance. The necessary patrols cannot be stopped. The team must practice when it is time to drink. Take it easy when drinking. Don't miss it.
Let’s get down to business!”
Seeing Henry nodded vigorously, Snorri didn't know if he heard it. All he could do before leaving was to dispatch a helicopter to ensure aerial reconnaissance.
"There is still a shortage of spellcasters. We can't earn any interest by keeping the revival points. It's better to use them to open the Tourni Festival and bring in one or two more rune masters from the old world!"
The Spider Web Mountain Fortress is no longer the place where spiders were exterminated and greenskins were killed in battles. The place now shows vigorous vitality, with dwarves, humans and Pegmies gathering together to engage in construction.
"Grrrrrr!"
"The Great Liberator, King of the Mountains!"
"Jiligulu!"
Seeing Snorri's team, the Pygmies working outside the fortress cheered in their own language. Some of them had learned a half-baked common language, and it seemed that they were doing a pretty good job of integrated communication.
Snorri suspected that they were identified by his trademark golden lamb, after all, the necklace hanging around his neck could not be seen from a distance.
While waving in greeting, the team advanced towards the fortress. Snorri felt more and more that his original decision was correct. Although the quality of these southern natives was inferior, they were better in number and hardworking.
Compared with the days when they were living in a precarious life and had no food to eat, the life they now have without worrying about food and clothing makes them very grateful and supportive of Snorri. This greatly stimulates their enthusiasm for work, making Spider Web Mountain grow from two years ago.
The covered, lifeless dead place has become the thriving place it is now.
"Oh, they also built a statue of me here! Based on this, I'm afraid the Demon Slayer Castle will also need to be built. There are so many masters of architecture here, so they have to make it more impressive for me!"
The freshly made statue in front of the Spider Web Mountain Fortress depicts the scene of him emerging from the reproductive queen's body - raising his head and roaring while raising his hands in a tearing motion to both sides.
The theme of the carving in Spider Web Mountain is just right for the occasion. The achievement of killing a demigod is worthy of special mention in the history of the entire dwarves for nearly seven thousand years. Compared with the flamboyant Snorri, the mother opposite
God Varaya is half-hidden and appears to be one size smaller.
"Praise to you, His Majesty Snorri, Lord of the Mountains!"
The person in charge of patrolling the outside of the fortress was the Pygmy chief Doumbya. When he saw the team, he happily greeted them.
"You gave me a place in the Council of Elders. It's really, really..." Doumbia was incoherent, but Snorri felt that he had a bit of acting ability, and his experience in leading a party improved his judgment.
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"I am a generous and fair person, and I will not treat any of my subordinates who are loyal to their duties badly! Keep up the good work, and I can give you more than you imagine."
Snorri hammered Doumbia's iron armor. The aboriginal chief was prepared for danger in times of peace and was satisfied with the fact that he had armed himself first. Doumbia had more than 10,000 men, which was an overwhelming advantage in the entire Spider Web Mountain.
Yes, giving him an elder's seat will help calm people's hearts.
"By the way, I see that many of the female members of your race are pregnant, is that true?" Snorri looked at the Pygmy women who were handling the ingredients.
"Yes, this may be the only gift from the ancient sages. Otherwise we would not be able to continue to this day under such difficult external conditions." Dunbia's face was filled with a happy smile, but Snorri was already thinking in his heart
Thinking about how to divide and manage these Pygmies.
"My king, we have sent the wild greenskins to meet their evil god! The captured items are in the warehouse. You can check them at any time." Chief Gorat rushed over from the depths of the fortress.
"Well done, Elder Gorath! This place is pretty good, I believe it will be no worse than Karak Dorne!" Snorri smiled heartily. A very important thing for a successful leader is not to disappoint his followers.
"Of course, Thunder Mountain is much more barren than here. However, Karak Draz is different. It was one of the largest fortresses in the Golden Age. We, the Baruch clan, still sleep with our own axes on our heads.
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There is light in the eyes of the Gorat clan leader, which is what makes Snorri most satisfied. This dwarf has reached middle age but still has no lack of ambition and fighting spirit. He is a guy who can be entrusted with big things.
"There will come a day when the mountains will return to their former glory, and every trace of hatred written in blood will be liquidated."