Looking at the elite team in front of him, Snorri was very satisfied. With a wave of his hand, several barrels of Bergmann beer were delivered. The Southland had just achieved self-sufficiency in food, and beer, especially good beer, was still relatively scarce.
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The Dwarf King checked the weapon cards of this "Demon-Slaying Brotherhood" in the system. According to the game's conversion method, they have psychological immunity and the ability to attack with magic.
"It stands to reason that my level is enough to unlock most of the elite troops. Why is there only one now?"
Snorri stroked his beard and thought about it. What he didn't know was that in the eyes of outsiders, the real elites under his command were his anvil guards. This group of warriors who had followed him from the beginning were respectfully called "ancestors" by the tribe.
Selected Guards".
They are no longer the team they were when they were first formed, a mix of old and new, half and half improvised. These warriors carried Snorri's anvil of doom and fought north and south, defeating powerful enemies of different races one after another.
After the wedding ceremony, the guards carved the runes of the ancestral goddess Varaya on the helmets as a symbol of the team's identity, but it turned out that they started too early.
In order to make up for their mistakes, during the two years of Snorri's seclusion, they carved the legendary door of the ancestors' temple on the meteorite shield to show their supreme glory of fighting under the attention of the ancestors and gods.
While sipping the wine and listening to the veterans who had fought alongside his father as they shared the stories of the great holy war, Snorri secretly assessed the strength of the enemy in the chaotic wasteland of the north.
He knew that whether he took the initiative or was forced to face it, he, and even the whole world, had to defeat those terrifying forces of chaos. Before that, he needed to strengthen himself and weaken the enemy as much as possible.
"Report! The Plateau Fort troops have assembled at the station!" The voice of the messenger interrupted the drink before setting off.
"Well, get on the train as scheduled and let's set off!" Snorri waved his hand and walked into the front carriage with a few guards. This would be the first time that the Southland Railway was used for war.
"Haha, this feeling, this taste, it's worth reciting a poem!" As the exchange deepened, Snorri knew that the Cathay Empire in this world also had poetry, and perhaps some of the remaining sentences in his head
It can still be used again.
Looking at the scenery passing by the window and listening to the admiration of the soldiers in the carriage behind them over the sound of "哓哧哓哧", Snorri was very satisfied with his achievements.
The speed of the primeval train this time was already faster than the best four-horse hybrid elf carriage in Bretonnia. What was even more amazing was that the locomotive did not need to rest at night or stop to graze.
The current speed is still the result of Snorri's decision to significantly lower it. Bloxson complained about this countless times. If the energy in the dimension stone is completely released, the speed of the train will be equal to that of Snorri's green train in his previous life.
That's more than enough.
But those classic dramas from his previous life told him that since the advent of railway tracks, countless bad things have happened on them. Among other things, the consequences of a derailment accident would be incalculable.
In this world with extraordinary power, it is unrealistic to protect a long railway line inch by inch. What Snorri can do is to ensure the braking performance of the train to reduce losses under special circumstances.
"Woo!"
The sun had not yet set, and the outline of Demon Slayer Castle appeared in Snorri's eyes. A new group of dwarf warriors boarded the train. These guys were drafted standing troops, and they planned to rely on axes and warhammers in the future.
After absorbing another group of new people in Spider Web Mountain, the train rushed out of the mountains and entered the canyon. In order to lay the rails on the soft sand, Brother Nathan led the rune users from the entire Southland to carve key components.
runes.
"You came just in time, my dear junior brother."
It can be seen that Master Nathan has not had much rest during these days. In addition to daily administrative and logistical affairs, he also needs to step onto the battlefield from time to time to use the power of runes to reverse the unfavorable battle situation.
"It's been a hard time." Snorri was not too polite. He directly summoned all the leaders in Hongyun Mountain and announced that he had temporarily taken over the military and political power of the fortress.
"Tell me, greenskins, rats, undead, what are they like?"
The Dwarf King looked at the familiar faces at the long table. Andermg also appeared here. Now Hongyun Mountain is the front line of intelligence work and counter-espionage activities. Without him in charge, the newly built West Factory can still adapt to the situation.
Can't understand the situation of struggle.
"I am mainly responsible for Nehekhara. You know, they are all undead, and it is difficult for us to get into them without being bribed." Andermg broke the silence in the conference room.
"I understand, but there must be some results."
"There are not many Tomb Kings awakening in the east, and they have been conquered by Settra repeatedly, so their strength is limited. But judging from the intelligence we intercepted, these guys want to contact the black Akko you asked me to focus on.
sweat."
The young man considered it, and he clearly remembered Snorri's solemnity when he told him the name of the Lich King. His work over the years also made him understand how powerful the Grand Vizier was.
"The Tomb King has solved the matter of the Tomb King. The Immortal Emperor should be more anxious than us. When the time comes, the main defense on the eastern front will be handed over to him. We will invest our energy in the north."
Snorri assigned some more internal tasks to clean up vampire erosion and then turned his attention to the soldiers on the other side. Johnson Strongshield and Gotrek had very different styles, so they were responsible for each.
"Ahem, the sources of those rats are very mixed. There are no less than ten different clan emblems on the trophies we seized. Of course, we cannot rule out that they are also their trophies."
Captain Johnson cleared his throat. In the past few years, he had yelled and directed battles more times than when he worked for Uncle Iron Chisel combined.
"Most of the rats that I handed over were just a mob, but judging from some details, I judged that there was a powerful force organizing behind them. Those small clans should have collapsed if they suffered a little loss, but instead they united
Get up."
"The Moss clan?"
Snorri said casually upon hearing this.
"Moss...Moss? Yes, you are really wise!" Johnson was obviously unsure, but he still followed Snorri's meaning.
"Have you found any elite storm rats?" Snorri focused on the most striking feature of the warrior clan.
"It's hard to tell. When the quantity is not too large, it is difficult for me to judge whether those black rats are different." Johnson scratched his head. It seems that too high quality of the troops will cause some minor problems.