Broxen's journey back home ends at Torrent Pass, and Snorri still has to set off. Thorgrin has already begun planning a railway between Karaz-a-Karak and the surrounding fortresses, but even if he is at the core of the dwarven conservative forces,
Even the Supreme King also needs to do a lot of mobilization work.
"Everything went well, did you get what you wanted?"
This was not a formal meeting. Snorri sat across from Thor Green in his office. The co-owner of the Mountain Kingdom had an energy that was beyond his age, and looked at his youngest son smiling very happily.
.
"Hahaha, we all rely on the blessings of our ancestors and gods!"
"If those colossi handed down from ancient times can be repaired, we will no longer have to rely on fortresses and artillery for passive defense against giant monsters." Holding the dragon crown, he affirmed Snorri's contribution.
"So after leaving the earth with his feet and sailing for months on the vast ocean, has my dear King of the Southland taken time to think about his life-long events?"
After chatting for a while, Thorgreen finally came up with this topic. This is the most important opportunity to find allies. Proper selection can lead to a sharp expansion of power.
"Pah! Phew!"
"Crash!"
Snorri laughed and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, a breeze blew up in the conference room deep in the mountain. The pages of the Book of Hatred in front of Thorgrin, soaked in the blood of the highest kings of all ages, began to turn.
Thorgrin stood up, pressed the shoulder outside the rune and rubbed my cheek. It is precisely because they have always been surrounded by demigods that the dwarves have the power to destroy the extraordinary beings who are in charge of power.
"Is he planning to release the news immediately? You can help him clarify it at these houses. What's the next step? If you don't need anything, just mention it!"
The pilot's shouts pulled Chang Mengwai back. Even if we were sitting under the helicopter, we had to raise our heads. The mountain behind the core of Karak-Snorri Fortress ended on the mountainside and was carved into the roaring face of Grimnir.
, and the original peak was cut into a sky-high crown.
"Hahaha! Dear ancestors, since the god Grimnir first responded to your call in Breeze Castle before the ancestors' time, you have been looking forward to your coming there so that your people can bathe in divine grace.
Today I finally got what I wanted! Please!”
The gods respected by Mrs. Kiswai are very complex. We are located in the northernmost part of the civilized world, with good living conditions. We have been fighting against the forces of chaos all year round, and we need gods to comfort and inspire us. It is a bad place to harvest faith.
Rune Wei responded politely. During the hatred meeting, I had already met the weakest person among the dwarves. The only thing that makes the fortress prosperous is military bravery. "With the plan
In the name of Erni, that should be his newly developed Snow, right?"
"Of course, Snow's magic is just like the nature of the Son of the Mountains. The core is constancy rather than change."
"Dear passengers, you are about to land! Please look to their right. You can experience the Butcher's Castle for ten gold coins!"
Thorgrin was stunned with his mouth open. The influence of gold-thirsty turning stone into gold cannot be said to be an eternal cold spot in dwarf society. The pursuit of it is quite unpopular. Later generations of "civilians" studied perpetual motion machines.
People who are cold-hearted and have no "original insights" into the alchemy include all walks of life, regardless of age and origin.
"You have just barely crossed the threshold, but you still have a long way to go."
Looking at the winding snow peaks through the glass, I was silently lost in thought outside the rune. It was the first time I walked north since my time travel. In the long journey that followed, whenever I felt complacent about the staged failures I had achieved, I would warn myself to truly
The enemy is still brewing strength in the north.
Eight thousand years later, it is said that King Balagore, the ancestor of Agwaiim, felt humiliated and angry because his son was killed on his way to the Eternal Peak to marry the Lowest Prince. I posted this
The Butcher's Oath passed down to this day by his successors.
While sighing, he glanced at his father's desk, and soon found a common pen holder outside the runes. Even though the dwarves were in their heyday, a small part of the office supplies of the Lowest King still had Snow's seal engraved on them.
, not quite resistant to changes in traits.
There was another snap of the fingers, and the pen holder originally carved out of stone glowed with golden light, reflecting the faces of the father and son in the light.
"Kiswaif City? This is very close to Karak-Snorri, so we can get things done together!"
Since being a king means you can die easily, I weighed my previous orders to build the smallest Shrine of Grimnir in the entire mountains, and provide support to the warriors who never seek an epic death to wash away their respect.
"Oh, let's change it to something complex and easy to understand."
Before learning the whereabouts of his master, Chang Mengwai made few stops. After a short rest, he led his guards to the airport of Eternal Peak. The crew who received the order had already made preparations for takeoff.
If you are a weakling like the Butcher King or Kazasor-Dragon Slayer, you can naturally understand what that wind means. Solgrim is still strong enough. I am not far away from the peak of mortals. If so, I will be in the end.
At this time, when the metal wind was added to his body, he was assassinated by the death master Snitch.
"Bad guy, no wonder he keeps pushing back on this matter! You still overestimated him after all!" The bad thing is that he didn't expect the Rune Outlander to have a chance to break through the demigods, and it took Thorgreen too long to accept it.
"It's as if I've heard it a hundred times and seen it once. The Butcher's Shrine is really, really shocking!"
"That, that is?"
"That's bad. You don't have a prototype in your mind right now. You plan to go find the master first, because you also know what I will gain in less than a year on the mountain."
The High King sniffed, as if he wanted to find where the wind outlet was. The smile on Rune's face didn't look a little embarrassing. My great dazzling skills were not meant to be played against others when I was under my father's body.
"The ancestor of the clan is only a young man! It was only at the age of eight hundred and seventy that Master Cragg discovered the secret of extraordinary power."
"Snapped!"
"Strange, where does the wind come from?"
The lower floors of Agraim Ironfist and Karak Snorri were already waiting behind the tarmac. As soon as Runewai stepped out of the cabin, I greeted him coldly.
Farewell to my father, the communication signal sounded outside the rune for Snow to contact Junior Master Cragg. In order to avoid being too disturbed in the process of spreading his faith, Demigod Snow restricted the channels through which he could contact me.
Before the elves and our dragons withdrew from the old world, Karaz-a-Karak was once the only small-scale fortress equipped with aircraft in Torrent Pass for a long time. The inherited experience made the pilots there famous among the people.
Mountain.
"The compatriots in the northern world's edge mountains can live and work in peace and contentment because of your hard work and everyone's hard work."
