After a brief collision, the Chaos dwarf warriors wearing high red hats decorated with flames and relatively simple equipment had lost their combat effectiveness. Only a few guys wearing masks and helmets still wanted to resist. Snorri's anvil guards.
He carried out his orders faithfully and cut these guys into short sticks.
"you you!"
"Snapped!"
"Are you allowed to speak? Fallen, when it's your turn, spit out every word!"
Snorri pressed his left hand on the neck of the expedition leader and pressed him firmly to the ground. When he raised his head from the gravel and wanted to say something, he received a loud slap in the face.
The dwarf king used his free right hand to quickly take off any objects on his body that might pose a threat. A short scepter made of obsidian connected to an ax blade allowed Snorri to see his identity - the demon blacksmith warlock, serving Hassel.
Special caster.
"Take them away and go to His Majesty Wahav's camp for further interrogation! Although their tongues will stay for a while, I don't want to hear a single dirty word, and my mouth is tightly blocked!"
As the name suggests, the Devil's Spine Mountain Range is not a peaceful place. The guards and spies joined together and escorted the prisoners down the mountain quickly, all the way to the east end of Coffin Canyon.
"Hahaha, what am I talking about? The King of Southland must be serious about this matter."
Wahf, the owner of the second dynasty of Khemri, personally came to greet him, and riding with him was a hunchbacked mummy. This guy looked weathered and could not stand firmly, and might be buried by the wind and sand at any time, but Snorri knew this
I'm afraid it's a state that's close to returning to nature.
"Your Excellency, you are the High Priest of the Ancient Tombs, Katep? Thank you for the information you provided so that I could capture these traitors."
Snorri held up his hands to stop them from getting out of the car. This Katep was the founder of the sect. Even if the funeral sect is a heretic, he still has the peak combat power of a mortal after thousands of years of hard work.
"Please, come in and talk! This old man is my teacher. After my father's death, it was his help that allowed me to secure my position. This is just a military camp, not a city-state. It does not violate my father's will."
Wahav waved his hand and let Snorri step onto his chariot. Knowing that the dwarves were eager to interrogate the captives, after a few polite words from both sides, he provided an interrogation venue for Snorri.
"There is an old saying in Cathay that those who know the current affairs are heroes. I think the various instruments of torture now will be able to pry your mouth open. I hope you will cooperate with us well. Maybe the ancestors and gods will forgive you!"
Following Snorri's order, the dwarves showed off their skills without much nonsense. Everyone wanted to show their abilities in front of Snorri. Soon some soldiers could not survive the torture, but unfortunately they had no intention of the expedition's goal.
Little is known.
"He still doesn't do it? Is he so harsh? I've used both of those moves?"
The demon blacksmith who took the lead was given special care, and Snorri even personally demonstrated how to cover his face with a cloth and then pour water on him, making him experience the feeling of suffocation repeatedly.
"Forgive us for our incompetence!"
"Forget it, I guess the guy who sent him here chose him because of this."
Snorri shook his head. It was not that he had never tried to perform miracles to influence the demon blacksmith. In fact, if he had not used Valaya's ritual, he would have gone to the Bull God to report it. But this seemed to have the opposite effect.
, who knows how the Chaos Dwarfs have vilified the ancestors and gods for thousands of years.
"Dear King of the South, can you give me a chance to try?"
Just when Snorri was wondering whether to mobilize a large force to come over and look for him, Kapu slowly walked in.
"why not."
"Crunch!"
Kapu nodded slightly, and gently tapped the ground with a long staff engraved with the talismans of the gods of Nehekhara in his palm. A large number of skeletons spewed out of the ground to form a bone pile, and a small coffin emerged from it.
"Soul coffin? Yes, physical pain can be endured mentally, but how should you respond to a direct attack on the soul?"
Kapu did not answer. It was easy for him to directly open the soul coffin, but it was also a bit difficult to control the flow of souls to a level that allowed the demon blacksmith to still have a chance to speak. You must know that the souls inside are being tortured all the time. Just open it a little.
The cracks are rushing out.
"Ahhhhh!"
The demon blacksmith let out a scream that was not like a human voice, and he collapsed visibly.
"Be honest!"
"The false god's artifact, dedicated to Hasut, the drill, the divine blood!"
After spitting out a few broken words, the demon blacksmith rolled his eyes and passed out. Although he was still breathing, Snorri could feel that his soul had been torn to pieces.
"The first half is easy to understand. What are drill rigs and divine blood? I'll have to investigate when I have time."
Touching his beard and shrugging, Snorri knew that he could squeeze no more out of the remaining captives. The information obtained from Fuzhou described the dark place very well - the Chaos Dwarves centered on the Tower of Zal, enslaving
Greenskins collect resources to make weapons of war; they plunder sacrifices to sacrifice to evil gods.
"Can you provide me with a map of the Demon's Spine? Perhaps there is a lost artifact of our clan waiting to be found."
"Haha, I have traveled all over this land in the past few years, and I happened to find an interesting place nearby."
"You came prepared. A wise man doesn't tell secrets. My reputation as a generous person is not for nothing."
"I know, I know. I'm an old man and I don't dare to ask you for anything. I only hope that after you ascend to the throne of God, you will pick up the ground grass and recast the golden body for the emperor. If possible, you can help Wahav."
"You are so loyal. I swear this on the basis of the Book of Hatred of the South, so don't worry!"
After writing the check, Snorri broke the demon blacksmith's neck and ordered the execution of all the prisoners of war - only a few of the most cooperative ones were secretly hidden here in Wahav for possible experiments, and then got on the skeleton chariot and embarked on the war journey.
The same way we came here.
"call!"
Kapu was well prepared and wandered around until he reached the foot of a sand dune. With one move of his long stick, he removed the covering yellow sand and revealed a downward passage. This place was very close to the place where the dwarf expedition team was captured.
If it hadn't been for sealing the entrance, those bastards would have succeeded.
"Interesting, it should be right here."
Snorri glanced at the Lich Lord, and he felt a familiar aura from the ground. Although he had never been in contact with it, it had the same roots as the other ancestor gods.
"Please, I will catch the scorpion outside. The seal inside is very powerful, but for you it must be the same as opening the door of your own house."
Climbing down the stairs and passing through the long tunnel, Snorri saw a door blocked by runes. Although thousands of years had passed, the bound magical wind was still faithfully performing its duties.
