Snorri's eyes fell on the horned helmet with an orange crest placed on the chair. It seemed that this was the source of Agrim's soaring hair crown.
"Since the time of King Balaag, this helmet has been worn by all the Butcher Kings!" Seeing Snorri's surprised expression, Agrim muttered.
"The howling north wind in the mountains is spreading your achievements, and I have always regarded you as a role model." Snorri returned the greeting. Agrim is his elder and is recognized as the number one warrior in the Mountain Kingdom.
You deserve your own respect.
"By the way, do you know an ogre named Iron-headed Ahetanmu?" Following the dwarves' habit of complimenting each other, Agrim suddenly mentioned an old friend.
"We do know each other, what's the matter?" Snorri still remembered that guy. He was able to kill the night goblin warlord in the Dreadnaught Castle. The future Eight Peaks War General Skarsnik had several credits for this.
"The ogre tyrant who was entrenched in the pinnacle pass, the Rumble Breathing Kong Gago, the relatives-eaters robbed our caravan. I took a group of brothers to deal with them. Just when I was about to chop off that guy's head, Ai
Hetanmu attacked it from behind, hoping to exchange it for his own life."
Agrim licked his lips. A bloody battle that an ordinary lord could brag about for decades seemed insignificant. All decent ogres will have nicknames. Although the longest title in the world belongs to Settra, the cannibals
The nicknames of demons are wider in scope and have more meanings.
"It robbed me of the victory. Although its iron head was a bit lacking, it was still a replacement." Agrim whistled, "But that guy knelt down and said that he knew you, and said that you promised to follow him.
If you cooperate again, I will simply spare it."
While talking, one participant after another entered the throne room, and Snorri discovered that the seating arrangements here were divided according to fortresses, guilds and clans. These three are the components of dwarven society.
Snorri saw many acquaintances, including Lord Aric of Horn Castle, Lord Savak of Fearless Castle, etc. who also came to attend the meeting. Anyone who knew him or not would give a big salute when they saw him.
Snorri returned the favor one by one, making them feel as if they were having a breath of fresh air, but Agrim didn't care much about these red tapes. The Butcher King sat down, put his helmet on his knees and fell asleep.
"Bang bang bang!"
In a burst of neat footsteps, Thorgreen walked up the stairs, surrounded by the Hammer of Eternity. He sat on the throne of power and spread out the Book of Great Hatred in the stand in front of him.
"Representatives of the Kingdom of the Mountains, welcome everyone. I am happy to tell you that in the past fifty years, many articles have been deleted from Damazklangli, and some of them have retained several
A thousand-year old hatred."
Thorgrin's voice was filled with high fighting spirit. He had reason to be happy. This was the first time since the Dark Ages. Thunderous applause sounded in the throne room. The tribesmen praised the ancestors and gods and the High King.
The leader also praised Snorri for regaining the Southland.
"The ancestor gods have revived, the southern homeland has been recovered, and more fresh blood has been added to our ranks. Not long ago, Dieter, the stupid pig, also rolled down from the throne, the most loyal ally of the mountains.
Back to us." Thorgreen continued his opening remarks, and the voices of the participants became more noisy.
"The ancestors jointly choose!"
"King of the Southland!"
"The Restorer!"
"Storm Hammer!"
"The generous one!"
The newly invented rune transmitter and traditional tavern, bards spread the word about Snorri and his deeds throughout the old world. The dwarves knew who brought those changes, and what made them even more excited was that Snorri also
Young enough, he still has plenty of time to move on.
Representatives of these organizations know more information than ordinary tribesmen. Perhaps the young supreme prince can have the opportunity to cross the boundaries of the mortal world and lead the mountains as a demigod or even a true god.
Snorri was sitting upright. As a junior, it would not be wrong to show humility. And Thorgreen smiled very heartily. Looking at the praises of his son in the hall, which father would not feel proud.
"Let's start, everyone, we will follow tradition and report on the old grudges that have been settled in the past fifty years and those new grudges that are deemed worthy of being added to the book of great hatreds." Thorgrin indicated that he would start with Agrim.
"Karak Kaderin, there are no new ones. But we slew the Dragon of the Black Peak and killed the Chaos Champion Plaques the Unscarred. The followers of Grimnir will bring death to their enemies and bring death to themselves.
Bring back the glory!”
The Butcher King brings another good news. With the Ax of Dago in hand, Agrim can solve almost all threats in the world. Even at the end of the world, with the wind of fire in his body, he is still in Acha
There was a gap in En's Kingslayer sword, and the armor of the first Eternal Chosen Mokai was also marked by Dago's axe.
After Agrim, the leaders stood up one by one in order. The content of their reports was similar, with greenskins and ratmen being the absolute protagonists. When Snorri was drowsy, a name woke him up.
"Bellegar-The Hammer of Clan Undergrand."
Snorri looked around and saw a young dwarf standing up from the front row of the clan area. Upon hearing the clan name, almost all the attendees had the same reaction as Snorri.
"Is that really Belegar?" Snorri muttered. They had a chance encounter at the beginning of time travel. At that time, Belegar was hiding behind his brother Domgar and was a very normal young man.
And now the last bloodline of the Andergrand clan has taken on the hatred and oath of the ancestors, fighting against the greenskins like a vast ocean in the mountains of the Badland. The physical and mental exhaustion makes him look too old.
, a scar on his cheek also seems to be telling his story.
"My people have recaptured Karak-Dorn, but the situation is not very good. The resources of Thunder Mountain have been exploited to an extent, and the connection with the outside world is often cut off." Belegar's voice was a little hoarse. This should be a battlefield.
Above, the sequelae caused by the bursts of war roars in the tunnel.
Karak Dorne is a small fortress on the outskirts of the Eight Peaks Mountains. The leader of the Gorath clan who originally lived there abandoned his hometown and joined Snorri's expeditionary force.
"I tried to infiltrate the Eight Peaks Mountains with a small force, but the leyline network was severely damaged. On the ground, the goblins moved faster with their four-legged beasts than the rangers."
Belegar talked about his situation. This was his first time attending a hatred conference. Looking at the crowd of powerful people, the self-proclaimed master of the Eight Peaks Mountain tried to gain some resources for himself.
