The berth of the ironclad ship was said not to be in the port, but in fact it was just on the edge. A few minutes later, the small boat carried Snorri to the shore.
The Dwarf King looked around and found an unoccupied stall and jumped onto the shore. Then he opened the God of Descendants in the shade, stretched out his cloak, and walked out in a swaggering manner.
The Tower of the Rising Sun is the capital of the Eastern Colony of the High Elves. In addition to the elves, there are other races. Snorri's figure in the form of a stone statue looks like a strong ogre under the cloak. He falls down walking on the road.
It’s not too eye-catching either.
Relying on the strategy prepared in advance, Snorri turned left and right to an inconspicuous side street. After taking a few photos of the length of a wall in an orderly manner, a secret door opened for him to sneak in.
After walking through a tunnel, a hall suddenly opened up. Most of the guests wore hoods and cloaks to cover their faces, and the ones walking through the hall were all thinly dressed beauties.
"This gentleman is new to me. What would you like to order?"
There were quite a few guests in the hall who were obviously not humanoid in stature. Snorri quickly found a sturdy chair for his broad body. As soon as he sat down, a woman with heavy makeup came over.
"What a guy! He's actually a half-elf."
The time traveler looked down and saw her career line clearly, but what was more eye-catching was her ears, which were different from the roundness of normal humans but a little sharp and upturned, but not as obvious as those of high elves.
Elves are romantic and romantic by nature, and this kind of hybrid is the product of various accidents. They have excellent Asur genes. They are also slim and beautiful in appearance, and their distinctive ears add to their charm.
Half-elves are also rare in the old world, and if they occasionally show up, they are quickly scrambled by the great nobles to take them into their possession. This place is really open to allowing them to accompany them for drinks, and on the other hand, it is also close to the elven settlement area.
reason.
"Well, don't you know why I came here?" Snorri coughed loudly and looked away.
"Oh, why are you so anxious? You all know it's because of me~"
The waitress smiled coquettishly and squeezed into his arms. Seeing that the situation was not good, the time traveler controlled the distance between her and him. This was not because he wanted to pretend to be Liu Xiahui, but because his stone body was exactly the same.
You can tell something is wrong.
"It's boring! Your hands are so strong that it hurts to pinch them~" Seeing Snorri's determination, the woman had no choice but to stand aside with her mouth flat.
"Give me a private room, some good wine and good food, and some special ones. I don't want the dwarf's wine. And about the pass, give me an urgent one!" Snorri twisted his neck and went straight to business.
"You are so generous. If you find it difficult to let go because there are so many people here, I'll go to your room and have some fun later~" Seeing Snorri's generous offer, the half-elf wanted to make a final sales pitch.
"Stop talking nonsense and get to work quickly!"
After getting the things, Snorri didn't bother much but dropped a few gold coins and went upstairs with the plate. The Tower of the Rising Sun is divided into an inner city and an outer city. If you want to enter the inner city where the high elves mainly do their activities, you need a special pass.
It was not easy for Snorri to leave this job to his subordinates. The less people knew about such an arduous task of "infiltrating the enemy's interior", the better. After eating the local fusion dishes and drinking the fruit wine in one gulp, he lifted the skill diamond
Got into bed.
The dwarf got up early the next day, turned into a stone statue and headed towards the inner city. Not long after, he saw a white city wall with more delicate reliefs. A group of high elf spearmen were inspecting the suspension bridge at the entrance.
identity.
The guard took one look and put Snorri in, which made the excuse he prepared fall into place. What he didn't know was that the guards had been ordered to strictly check those who were short and nearly ten feet tall.
Of course, the stone statues are not included in the scope.
Entering the inner city, Snorri wished he had an extra pair of eyes. The Tower of the Rising Sun has a relatively low latitude and a high temperature. The beautiful elves all over the street are wearing cool, sleeveless skirts that generously expose their jade legs and lotus arms.
Snorri watched and walked along the crowds of people, and soon he arrived at the central square of the city. A group of sculptures of the gods of heaven stood in the center. The gods that the elves believed in were divided into two factions: heaven and hell. The latter was more
Worshiped by the dark elves.
At one end of the square, Snorri saw a restaurant providing catering. The elegant door lintel, the beautiful promenade on the side and the fragrant green plants told him that this was a high-end place.
With a shiny little cutie in his waist, Snorri walked in swaggeringly, found a seat by the window with a good view, and took out ten gold coins and asked the waiter to bring all the food and drink.
Although it was strange why a foreigner would come to patronize this place, since ancient times, there has never been a principle of not making money without making money, and soon all kinds of exquisite snacks and drinks were filled with small tables.
On the small stage in the center of the hall, several elves and men were communicating and reciting poems, accompanied by orchestral musicians. The one on the left played the harp and the one on the right played the flute. They were all handsome men and beauties.
The inside of the clubhouse was a world of its own, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows Snorri could see all the elves coming and going in the central square outside. This was an audio-visual enjoyment he had never had since time travel!
"The Battle of Longbeard left so many deep hatreds! If I don't avenge this revenge, I will never be a dwarf! The Tower of the Rising Sun is so exciting, how can the Court of the Eternal Queen of Avalon repay it? It is necessary to kill Ulthuan.
It has to be put on the agenda!”
It was almost noon, and Snorri thought more and more excitedly. He finally understood why the old-timers were interested in these pointed ears.
"Little Tyrion, as long as he doesn't draw the sword of Kane, he should be no match for me. Then I will have to take his wife and daughter..."
"Isn't this His Majesty Snorri? Long time no see."
Just when the dwarf king and Nakari, known as the Charm of Slaanesh, were thinking of going together, a voice woke him up. Snorri's muscles tensed up instantly. He put his hand into his cloak, held the handle of the hammer, and then turned around to look.
.
"Fuck!"
It didn't matter if he didn't look, he almost swung out the Storm Hammer when he saw it. The person coming from behind was actually an old acquaintance - Teclis, the Supreme Mage of the White Tower of Hoth!
"Yes, long time no see, Dear Lord Teclis." After all, he had seen strong winds and waves. Snorri quickly calmed down, and while being polite, his mind was racing.
"Haha, you are very elegant. The scented tea sold in this shop is very famous in Ulthuan Island."
Teclis used his staff to gently open a soundproof barrier. He was relatively relaxed on his own territory and sat directly opposite Snorri to pour himself a cup of tea.
