"For you and our mountains, I, Bloxson, swear that I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
The engineering master shouted, what enthusiasm this is! The so-called "running to break the legendary boots for the mountains, breaking the epic hammer for the nations" is the same.
"Caught, beautiful, no, high status?"
Snorri walked so fast that Bloxon had to trot to keep up.
"Well, I think they all look the same, but there are indeed some with high status. The chief sorceress of the God Bless the Evil Party was knocked into the water by Your Excellency Yinyin, but she was not killed. Our old sailors from Haimen Pass fished her out."
"Chief Sorceress, that's great. I've done a great job and will be rewarded with ten oaths of gold!"
Snorri aligned her with the seductive woman who was riding a manticore and casting spells to interfere. The dwarf king licked his lips and lifted his belt.
"Why don't you take a rest?" The master engineer touched his beard and finally advised him. He knew how much Snorri had consumed in this battle.
"Are they tied up? After being tied up, can they still stir up trouble?" A strange smile appeared on the corner of the dwarf king's mouth. To deal with the second-rate guys, the dwarves have meteorite iron chains that even griffons can't break free. To deal with the first-rate guys, they also have runes.
Served by chains.
"Don't worry, Eric of the Helhein clan will handle this matter. He is always ruthless!"
"good!"
Quickly running down the stairs, Snorri saw Eric standing at the table outside the iron railing, sorting papers and pens. After hearing the sound, the young man stopped what he was doing and bowed slightly to him.
"Well done!"
Looking at the dark elf women who were bound by chains and sitting on the ground inside the railings, he praised them. It was obvious that these three guys were captured after a fierce battle during the day. Naturally, the dwarves would not treat prisoners with pointed ears preferentially. They are now
His head was hung down and he looked weak.
"Go out. Brothers have gained a lot today. Let's take a good look at it! Collect the part that belongs to me."
The dwarf king twisted and moved his spine. Seeing that Eric was still standing there, he reminded him. Different races have different policies for loot, but in most cases, part of it needs to be handed over to the lord.
"Uh? Don't you need me to take notes?"
The young man scratched his head and put down the pen and paper in his hand. Although the manpower of the dwarf countries was limited, interrogation was usually done by the lord, with one military officer performing the torture and one civil servant responsible for recording.
"Didn't you hear that clearly?"
"Yes! My Majesty!" Eric stood up straight and touched his heels.
The King of the Southland glanced at the stairs leading up from the cell. When he was tired and needed to relax, he was not in such a good mood to slowly break up with his subordinates.
"Hehehe, ladies, I am Snorri Thorson, the King of the Southland. According to convention, you are my personal property from now on! Of course, whether it remains private depends on your performance!"
After watching Eric leave, Snorri picked up a basin of cold water and poured it on the dark elves. The three women slowly shook their heads and raised their heads.
"Dwarf, your beard will eventually be burned away by Kane's wrath!"
"Don't waste your efforts! I got tired of the gadgets you have here a hundred years ago!"
"It's your thing, hahaha, do you know why that manticore is willing to be driven by me?"
They didn't seem to have any awareness of being prisoners, and they laughed loudly at Snorri.
"Haha! Laugh a little longer, after all, you may not be able to laugh again in the future."
The dwarf also smiled. Challenging things always ignite a different kind of enthusiasm in people. If these black bean sprouts were taken from him, he wouldn't be too cruel.
"I want to tell you, the gameplay I know is much more exciting than those old-fashioned ones of yours. Even Slaanesh would praise it in person!"
Snorri opened the cell door with a smirk. His research on foreign film and television materials in his previous life was very extensive. The knowledge he learned from those non-live-action animated works is believed to be refreshing for these promiscuous dark elf women.
"Ding!" The time traveler stuck his buttocks and closed the cell door.
"boom!"
"Where the hell is this!"
Snorri suddenly felt like the world was spinning, and his consciousness was pulled out of his body uncontrollably. In a strange and bizarre way, he saw himself passing through six endless concentric rings of strange colors, and finally landed in a strange
Twisted palace entrance.
"It's broken. This color and these tentacles might be the demonic realm of Slaanesh!"
Combined with the purple-based environment around him and his words just now, Snorri stamped his feet on the spot, wishing he could give himself a big mouth.
The six rings of Slaanesh he had just passed through were each the epitome of one of the Dark Prince's strongest desires. They were called Greed, Gluttony, Lust, Pride, Vanity and Sloth.
The door to the Palace of Pleasure opened automatically in front of him, and Snorri's consciousness drifted in automatically at a very fast speed. Various high-level demons of Slaanesh kept appearing on the walls on both sides of the corridor.
They twisted their naked bodies, destroying Snorri's five senses with their blasphemy, alluring fragrance, vaguely smooth caress, and psychedelic magic sounds.
"Without the Great Secret Keeper, we can still withstand it!"
The dwarf muttered, and he calmed down from the initial panic. These guys were not enough to destroy his spiritual defense.
"Welcome to the Twisted Mirror Temple, mortal! My magic mirror will illuminate everything in your heart!"
A sweet voice sounded from the front, and Snorri walked through the corridor door and entered a vast hall, every inch of which was covered by reflective mirrors.
As the only being in the empty hall, Snorri could see his figure reflected in every mirror, but it looked different when he looked closer. From the most truthful and good to the most evil and evil, every image in his mind was reflected.
Every thought that had ever crossed my mind was stripped away.
"It's really painful to be forced to face those evil thoughts again." Snorri muttered as he looked at the illusory images flashing in the mirror.
If those benevolence and pity could undermine his fighting spirit, then every evil thought would make him look away in discomfort, but unfortunately what appeared in the next mirror was often worse than that.
Snorri has never been, and has never considered himself to be a saint. "A gentleman does not care about his heart when it comes to his deeds, and there is no perfect person in the world." But no matter what, being forced to watch the manifestation of his evil thoughts is a kind of damage to the soul.
torture and torture.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
The soul gasped for breath. After the concept of time was almost wiped out, he finally broke free from the twisted mirror temple by relying on some conflicts between the past and present thoughts. This is the meditation place of Slaanesh, and it is hardly a place for mortals.