"What do you want from me?" Thorgreen, who is also an old father besides a king, ended his routine persuasion and returned to the topic.
"I need some pledge money." Snorri finally chose to go straight to the point, "for...".
"Ha, you finally figured it out!" Thorgreen interrupted.
"It should have been like this a long time ago. Put aside the idea of forging your own weapons and equipment for now, and wait until you have mastered more and stronger runes!"
As he spoke, Thorgreen took out a bag from the safe under the table and threw it to Snorri.
"Go ahead, go to the armory and arm yourself. Dressed like that and go to the battlefield, you don't look like a dwarf! I'm also old and confused. I thought it might not have much impact if you stand behind and don't participate in close combat..."
Snorri secretly rejoiced in his heart, "What a wonderful misunderstanding. It saves me the lame excuses I originally had."
Seeing a new round of tirade, he took the money bag and quickly exited the room.
"This kid has finally learned something. It's a blessing in disguise. He was trained by those old stubborn men to be more stubborn than anyone else..." Thorgreen's muttering stopped abruptly as the door closed.
Ignoring the surprised looks of his compatriots along the way, Snorri ran all the way back to his room on his short legs.
This is because for dwarves who value calmness and calmness, running around the fortress without urgent matters is not a behavior worth encouraging.
As soon as he entered the room, he immediately opened the system, looked at the value "50" in the pledge gold column at the top, and stroked the heavy gold coins with rune patterns in his hand. Snorri smiled brightly.
Pulling down the personal rune list to the end, Snorri decisively forged a master-level flying rune. With a crisp "ding" in his mind, a w-shaped rune with a bright yellow luster appeared.
In his hand, Snorri quickly transferred it to the parchment roll used to hold the runes.
Dwarven runes are usually carved on utensils, which are more stable and easier to use. However, when creating or testing new runes, the runes are also attached to lower-cost sheepskin rune scrolls.
The rune scroll can preserve the runes for a certain period of time, but the bound magical energy will gradually lose over time, so the runes on the scroll should be transferred to the artifact as soon as possible.
"Hahaha!" Looking at the small runes on the parchment and feeling the power contained in it, Sunori's laughter echoed in the room. In his eyes, there seemed to be a smooth road leading to the peak of the dwarf.
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"What's the matter? Cousin Snorri, what happened?"
A young dwarf with a black beard that only reached his collarbone opened the door. His name was Balin, and he was a distant cousin of Snorri.
Balin's ancestors were also a dwarf royal family who ruled a fortress. However, the fortress was captured by the greenskins during the Age of Disaster. His ancestors fled to Karaz-a-Karak for refuge. After several failed attempts to regain their homeland, the clan no longer enjoyed its former glory.
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Balin is not as brave and good at fighting as most dwarves, but he is quite gifted in reading and writing. Therefore, his family arranged for him to go to the library to learn various knowledge. Not long ago, Balin was also asked after Snorri became a rune blacksmith.
Under the instructions of Erglin, he went out to serve as Snorri's personal adviser.
Dwarves are a race that attaches great importance to blood relationships. The technology "family nepotism" must have been developed by every player. Nepotism is not a dirty word in dwarf society. Instead, they encourage this phenomenon. Dwarves attach great importance to it.
Family honor and blood ties as a bond will make them more loyal.
Snorri was startled by the sudden call. The worry that his system would be discovered by his tribe made him panic. He hurriedly tried to hide the parchment with runes on it, but unexpectedly accidentally triggered the unstable system.
runes.
Looking at the table-sized fireball that suddenly appeared in Snorri's hand, the young dwarf's expression froze on his face, and the room fell into deathly silence. The two dwarves stared at the fireball. A few moments later
, cold sweat dripped from Snorri's forehead, he could hardly control the fireball!
"Bahrain, get down!"
Snorri roared and shot the fireball diagonally upward, then he lay down with his head in his hands.
After a loud "boom", the fireball exploded, followed by the sound of crackling rocks falling. Feeling the large and small rocks hitting their backs, Snorri and the young dwarf did not dare to raise their heads.
After more than a minute, Snorri cautiously looked up. He was startled when he saw that the stone ceiling of the room had been blasted with a hole wider than a dwarf's waist.
Just as Snorri was immersed in the shock to his body from the aftermath of the explosion and the shock to his soul from the power of the runes, a series of clattering footsteps came from the corridor.
The sound of footsteps brought Snorri back to his senses. His mind was spinning rapidly, and his clever IQ took over the high ground. Combining various entertainment materials he had seen in his previous life, he quickly hatched a perfect explanation.
With a "click", the door was smashed directly with a shield. Seven or eight dwarves, covered in meteorite armor with only their eyes and beards exposed, rushed in holding a meteorite round shield that could block most of the body and a battle axe.
Come in.
These iron cans are the elite of the dwarves, they can also be said to be the special forces - the Iron Crusher Warriors.
The original intention of establishing this kind of force was to deal with threats from the underground. Due to earthquakes and the secondary disasters they caused, some of the leyline networks and mines originally built by the dwarves were discovered and used by the greenskin tribes or Skaven for attack.
The dwarves themselves.
On the one hand, the dwarves did not have enough troops to block all potential threats, and on the other hand, they could not deploy large forces in the narrow underground, so they formed such a force equipped with meteorite iron to fight underground in the form of small teams.
patrol.
The members of the Iron Breaker Warriors are often the strongest and most experienced dwarf warriors. On weekdays, they endure the boring darkness and threats from all directions to protect the safety of the fortress. In wartime, they will also form the strongest shield wall to resist all charges.
Let the enemy hit his head with blood.
"Damn rat, come on! Come out and die!"
Accompanied by the rough shouts, a dwarf in the same clothes flashed out from behind the team. The difference was that his beard was gray, and the battle ax and shield in his hands were also shining with the luster of runes.
"Prince Thorson, it's great that you're okay. Hide behind my shield! Have you seen those cowering rats? Where are they?" The old dwarf spoke in rapid succession.
"There are no rat men. It was me who caused this movement. I'm extremely sorry!" Snorri replied with a hint of panic.
"Grimnir! Are you kidding me, kid? Who else but the engineering warlocks of the Skryre clan can cause such a huge destruction? Not even those messy oil guys from the Engineers Association!"
The old dwarf shook his beard and didn't believe it at all.
"To tell you the truth, I just mastered a master-level rune! A rune that has been lost. This is the power of runes!" Snorri danced and shouted with an extremely excited expression.
To be honest, as a person who was familiar with all kinds of online literature and familiar with the routine process in his previous life, he was no longer shocked by the time-travelers. However, out of respect for the two people of the tribe, Snorri decided to bring some acting skills.
