"I will conduct a purification ceremony for these undead souls to let them rest in peace, otherwise they will be in trouble again."
After removing the gods, Vansnorri asked Mrs. Kisri and the subordinates brought by him to pursue and eliminate the scattered remnants in the Winter Palace. He immediately designated the disposal authority of the Tomb Guards.
The experience required for each level increases exponentially, and his eight-to-nine bar has only been filled in less than half. These elite infantry will be a good supplement. There is no objection from those present. This army will be coveted by Akhan.
Returned to dust under the rites of Ghazur.
When the pursuit force returned, Snorri learned that Caitaline was not fatally injured after falling with the zombie dragon, and escaped with her life through the cover of a maid. Vladimir chose a low-level maid to pretend to be her.
Not surprising at all.
Vladimir and his Bokha family need to take time to deal with the aftermath and stabilize their position. He promised that the first thing he would do once he secures the throne of the Tsar is to make it clear that Krag has the same status as the original four gods of Kislev.
"Master, what are you going to do next?"
"Just wait and see what happens. Didn't you bring back a good baby from Cathay? I'll go to Zhufuba to have a look and don't let those mustaches ruin it."
After the celebration banquet, the master and apprentice were chatting about the future in a secret room in the settlement area. The long steps to ascend to the gods had reached the end, the door to the divine world was pushed halfway open, and the face of the harsh Krag was filled with a rare smile.
【In view of the general environment,
"Okay, as long as the core technical problems are overcome, the subsequent repair work will be easy to solve."
Snorri clasped his hands and laughed. As his status rose to the top, all the secrets of the entire mountain kingdom were revealed to me. There were more or less rune colossi left in various small fortresses. If they could all be activated, it would be a great success.
A terrifying force.
While waiting for the candidates to arrive, Snorri sat outside the clan's office and received messengers from all walks of life who congratulated me. The more demigods I met, the more I realized how terrifying those who possess extraordinary powers are.
As long as you can read and write or have no such talent, you can receive sufficient travel expenses and enjoy various conveniences on the way before getting a letter of introduction from any dwarf lord/settlement elder. Once selected, the highest knight treatment, the lowest is capped
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Before the month was over, all the subjects had arrived, and the old world had provided nearly seven hundred candidates for Snorri. From the cursed city of Prague to the coast of Arabi, the unmotivated man went from tavern to tavern with letters of introduction.
Arriving at Karaz-a-Karak.
The lights were lit again, and Snorri looked at the people with different expressions above. Our age range spanned a wide range, from white beards and hair to those who were no longer in their prime. He knew that many of them could guess the desperation in his heart.
Humane thoughts.
"You must be at ease when you have a drink to your heart's content. The exam starts tomorrow and it lasts one day. You can't delay submitting the paper. Those who take the written exam will be interviewed according to the schedule. The interview for both subjects is scheduled for the day before yesterday."
When they were about to say goodbye, Kragg spoke with sincerity and sincerity. The only disadvantage of becoming a god is that as long as the faith is absolute, oneself will be destroyed forever, but compared to the demigods, there are too few restrictions on intervening in mortal affairs.
Stepping off the helicopter back to the Eternal Peak, Snorri finished planning his next plan. The Southland needs to develop, his own beliefs need to be spread, and the power on the Chaos side needs to be strengthened. None of these things can be taken alone.
It's a bad idea, if you just rely on yourself it's possible.
"You have written a long poem - The Restoration of Guangdong, and I would like to dedicate it to Your Majesty!"
"I have been favored by Mirmedia since I was a child, and my military skills are in my heart!"
"It's ridiculous to follow the rules, allocate electoral votes, recruit young children from the front palace, and all the children have come out. That's just copying it mechanically, but it's more practical!"
The test paper was very tolerant in terms of choices. Did it have standard answers? The Dwarf King hoped to find someone who was in tune with him. Of course, he could provide other ideas that would make my eyes brighter.
In addition to socializing, Snorri borrowed a relatively unfamiliar format from later generations - the closed-book examination, and condensed his understanding of military, internal affairs and religion into a set of test questions consisting of multiple choices, short answers and discussion.
"Farewell, take care. You have fully explained your experience in condensing authority. May it be a long time before the mountains gain another demigod!"
"Thank you for coming all the way.
It’s bitter, but I haven’t lost sight of you from afar, I still look forward to the sea.”
The improvement of fertility is so slow to take effect, and the worst seedlings of the dwarf countries will still stay in their own clans and toss around outside the guild. Unless forced, the call of the ancestors' co-choice is enough to break the connection of blood and inheritance.
Our bragging energy would put the long-bearded lords to shame, but the creativity and imagination are still worth it. No one has successfully connected Kragg's actions in the old world in recent years with Snorri. Partial matching
The idea of a time traveler.
Before accepting the test paper, Snorri flipped through a few papers and showed a helpless smile. The answer I wanted was a set of almost brand-new things. Those that are not available now or those that have been significantly modified and re-tested will be eliminated. Very difficult.
Slowly, a piece of news spread through the dwarf taverns and blacksmith shops throughout the uninhabited place: the king of the Southland, Snowy the Conger, who is rumored to have broken through the boundaries of mortals, is recruiting talents from all races of order, and the place is in eternity.
peak.
As soon as I landed in Snorri, I told Thorgreen my thoughts. Having been the Lowest King for so long, I naturally understand the situation of the lakes and mountains. Although my son's idea is unconventional, it seems to be the worst solution.
"You need talents, but Kunshan doesn't provide them at all. You can only find a solution with humans. You are short of salary and benefits, but how can you screen out the talents you need?"
The greenskins, Skaven, Beastmen, Chaos Cults, and the various raiders along the coast have no special insight into which lord is capable, and the "riding cavalry is to remember the horse" type of character only lasts two winters.
The people who come for the interview are relatively pragmatic, and professional bards and swindling demigods make up a minority. Those who have methods and obvious abilities that are easy to pass the school entrance examination will definitely go to the Eternal Peak to find a job.
"Well, it's boring. Maybe you can't organize a selection exam. If you reimburse the travel expenses, you'll be worried about having someone come. It will be bad if you can find talents by then. If you show your hands and let us go back and spread the word for you, it will be a loss."
The news received a weak response, but there were actually a lot of people who were neither qualified nor willing. The world is not peaceful now, and any lord with a brain that has not lost his mind will find ways to recruit talents for his own use. It is said that there are talents left in the field.
The difference is too little.
"The road to becoming a god must not be taken too slowly. Laying a solid foundation is the key. Keep in touch and let each other know if there is no withdrawal."
Outside the clan's small hall, Snorri greeted us. Before giving a brief speech, the dwarf king pushed his hands sideways. The strong wind blew out the candles under the wall twice. Then, a little heavier, the long wooden table filled with food stood out in the white.
A dazzling golden light burst out from the darkness.
