After briefly looking at the subsequent city planning, Snorri left Demon Slayer Castle and rushed to Plateau Castle. He had just received news that the wood elves to the west of the Southern World Edge Mountains had sent a messenger.
Prior to this, Snorri had restrained his subordinates from entering the forest at the west foot, and the other party did not come out to pry. The two parties pretended that the other family did not exist, and they lived in peace for several years.
However, after the Bretonnians arrived to develop the land, they inevitably expanded outward. They had a lot of contact with the wood elves in the Athel Loren forest in their hometown. When they went to the Southland, they could still see their fellow villagers, and they kept in touch with each other again and again.
As the scale of trade continued to expand, Snorri's men finally could no longer sit back and watch all this happen. They took some measures to intervene, but the final decision had to wait until he came back.
"Pointy Ears, what brings you to the presence of the King of Southland? Let me give you a chance to speak!"
The envoy of the wood elves was a forest seeker who came riding a giant eagle, but his strength could no longer meet the eyes of Snorrifa. The dwarf king recalled the flying army that descended from the sky at the Horn Castle, and the current scene was pleasant.
Then turn around.
"Uh-huh!"
After hearing Snorri's unkind words, it goes without saying that Lin Xunke's face under the mask was not very pretty. Her chest rose and fell, and she took a deep breath for a long time before she regained her breath.
"We hope to be able to communicate with your territory." She seemed to have not used the common language for a long time, and her tone of voice was stiff.
"Put these aside for a moment and tell me which part you are from? Why did you leave Athel Loren and come to the Southland?" Snorri asked what he was most curious about.
"Our bows are drawn for the Lord of the Wild Hunt, and our arrows are loosed for the Lord of the Forest." The forest seeker said in a roundabout way.
"The Bretonnians say that these pointed ears call themselves the Orion Arrows." Balin explained in Snorri's ear.
"Orion's Arrows?" Snorri thought of the shirtless deer-headed man. There are countless demigods active in this world. Although Orion's power is greatly affected by seasonal changes, there is no doubt that Midsummer
No one wants to touch the deer-headed man.
"So you are here because of that person's wishes?" The Dwarf King curled his lips. Orion probably wouldn't be able to stay away from Athel Loren, but he still didn't intend to try the power of the Spear of Kunos.
At the end of the day, this thing made a hole in the Aenarion dragon armor, which is not easy to deal with.
"Not bad." The wood elf answered simply.
"Don't tell me you are here to protect the environment."
"There's nothing to tell you, but Islay can promise that as long as you don't enter our forest, we will never take a step."
The strength of this wood elf expeditionary force was not too strong. After hearing the Bretonnians describe the dwarves' achievements and military appearance, these pointed ears gave up the idea of direct confrontation.
"Then why not build a few trading posts on the hillside? I think it will be beneficial to both you and me." Snorri still needs a lot of natural resources such as wood, but fortunately the lizard people can provide them for him.
"Do you have anything else to do?" After all the words were said, the forest seekers didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. Snorri felt a little strange. The wood elves should not be of this temper.
"Here, do you know Black-Akhan?"
"Of course, what's the matter?" Snorri pushed his forehead, feeling tired from the long journey.
"Well, maybe we can have a chance to fight against the Lich King together? He and his undead army are the enemies of all living people..."
The forest seeker asked tentatively, maybe this was her real purpose of coming. The Black Tower of Akhan is in the south of Nehekhara. Compared with going to Settra in the north, you can go west to the sea and east to the mountains to fight against the dwarves.
, the Grand Vizier of the Lord of the Undead must feel that this lonely wood elf expeditionary force is easier to deal with.
"Oh, let's talk about it later!"
The dwarf king waved his hand impatiently. Firstly, he did not want to seek the bad luck of the medieval killing king. Secondly, Nagash was involved in the pyramid of Settra. If Arkhan still did not give up, he would have to fight with the Immortal Emperor first.
Have a fight.
Now he and his territory still have a lot to do. Compared with connecting to Iron Peak Castle to the north, dealing with Arkhan is more difficult and the reward is lower. However, Snorri thought about it and decided to help the wood elves and Sai
Terra was the matchmaker, and the two of them sandwiched Arkhan in the middle so that the Lich King could have no time to worry about anything else.
After finishing the foreign affairs, Snorri briefly handled the internal affairs. Several presbyterian churches are running well, and the immigrants are living and working in peace and contentment. Now the Southland is in a period of rapid development, and the huge dividends have suppressed potential conflicts.
Come down.
"I want to retreat for research. You can discuss and decide on general matters. Unless it is extremely important, don't disturb me!"
After saying this, Snorri got into his workshop. He hadn't had time to study the information provided by the Slann Demon Toad carefully. Instead of polishing his technical and tactical skills through continuous training and actual combat, he
I prefer to find another way to improve my strength.
The knowledge of spiritual veins is difficult and obscure beyond the imagination of time travellers. When this thing was developed, it was not used by dwarves at all. Even with the help of the system and past life theory, it was already three years before Snorri finally understood it.
Year.
"Huh! The ancient sage is on top! Fortunately, you persevered."
Snorri stood up from his meditation. The back of his underwear was soaked with sweat. Over the past three years, he searched inch by inch and finally found the spiritual node closest to Plateau Castle.
Just now he tried again to get close to the underground spiritual veins, but the impact of the huge energy from the world itself almost caused his soul to be lost forever.
According to Snorri's research, the use of spiritual veins is divided into three steps. The first is to find, or feel, it; the second is to elicit it through technology and limit the output of energy within a safe and controllable range.
After completing the first two steps, the final step is to control the majestic power and let them follow one's own wishes. When it comes to implementation, what Orthrax entrusted Snorri to do has already fallen into the second step - repairing the lead.
The architectural sequence of the power of spiritual veins.
It took Snorri three years to achieve the first step. His next task was to repair the spiritual vein building of the Bone Temple while trying to imitate one of his own on the node of Plateau Castle.
"It took a lot less time than I imagined, but unfortunately the process was too immersive. I can only get an outline of what happened in the past three years by occasionally relaxing."
Snorri muttered as he pushed open the door to the secret room. His current location was no longer in the original workshop but deep in the mine.