The sudden interruption attracted criticism from the discussants. After seeing the appearance of the speaker, these accusations became more intensive. Judging from his hairstyle, he seemed to be a butcher. The newly shaved crown had not yet grown back.
Carrying a bulging package, I don’t know what it contains.
"He came from the north. Have the Norscan tribesmen been away from home for so long that they have forgotten the most basic courtesy?"
"This guy is a lunatic. After drinking too much, he yells nonsense about portals and eternal choices. Butchers who have failed much more than him don't have this symptom!"
"Yes, yes! I also heard it the day before yesterday. He also said that the god Grimnir had passed a message to him. Do you really think that you are His Majesty Snorri?"
The speaker didn't seem to care about the criticisms of the people around him. He raised his head and drank the remaining wine in the glass, then continued to lie back on the table and doze off. Being disturbed by this, the passengers dispersed to kill time among themselves.
"Everyone, something bad is going on. The Black Gorge Nightmare Pirates are approaching!"
In less than half a day, Bordero's sailors ran into the cabin in a panic. When the route became busy, pirates swarmed in like sharks that smelled blood. You must know that dwarves are the third incarnation of the Purgatory Gods after the high elves.
Two favorite sacrifices.
"Okay! The black bean sprouts are just in time for me to warm up!"
“I’ve been holding it back so much, it’s just the right time!”
The immigration box in the cabin was full of people, but they saw the novice butcher unhurriedly opening the package and holding out an ax with both hands.
This ax looks very primitive, and even a bit crude by today's standards - it is almost a triangular piece of metal inserted directly into the handle. But the strange thing is that every dwarf who sees it feels shuddering. It seems that this is what an ax should be.
appearance.
With the ax in hand, his demeanor suddenly changed, and he walked out of the cabin with bare feet. Looking at the rapidly approaching black ark, the crew and passengers all had solemn expressions on their faces. Even the best outcome among them
A large part of them will never reach Kuata Port again.
"Well, it's a little smaller than the God Bless the Evil Party."
The Butcher stood with one foot on the gun mount at the stern of the ship, holding the ax on his shoulder and muttering something. The ammunition of the Reaper ballista that came towards him was bounced away by the invisible force field, and he looked as if he was afraid of shooting at him.
"You underestimated him, but he is still a monster butcher!"
"Have these Black Ark pirates not eaten? How come they are like wheat in the ground?"
"He, he went straight to kill him! We can't keep up!"
"Array, in the name of the Witch King, spear array!"
"Crack!"
"Watch out for that sorceress!"
"boom!"
"puff!"
"Behind, behind! War hydra! Get up and let me fire the cannon!"
"Puff puff!"
"Gudong!"
"Ah? This, this!"
"Honored God Grimnir! The Butcher King is not that brave!"
"What are you waiting for? Come on, sons of the mountains, shoulder to shoulder!"
"Hula la!"
"Why did you run away on a manticore if you don't have balls?"
The imaginary bitter battle turned around after Butcher dealt with the pirates. He borrowed the pirate's rope to kill the Black Ark. The first mate tried to organize a formation of terrifying spearmen to intercept, but the man and his armor were cut into two pieces as soon as they met.
As soon as the sorceress accompanying the ship released the Flame Skull, the thrown ax broke through the fireball and cut her in half. The pirate admiral had not given up yet, and he tried to rely on the giant beast to stop the dwarves from advancing.
But before the hydra could brew its deadly breath, its necks turned into bloody fountains soaring into the sky, and its fine, slippery scaly skin looked like paper in front of the ancient battle axe.
The admiral jumped on the manticore and fled in a hurry, half-killing and half-rushing to finish off the pirates who had no intention of fighting. After looking at the red sea water and the devastated black ark, every passenger felt a strong sense of unreality.
"What? Am I worthy to be the champion of the Southland?"
As a battlefield, Black Ark minimizes the mobility disadvantages of those who are strong in foot combat. Without strong enough level to contain them and no room to pull, the Nightmare of Black Gorge has no choice but to lead and be slaughtered.
"Gotrek is back!"
When the ticker popped up with such news, Snorri decisively ended his travels in Arabi. For him now, this land where city-states, tribes, and knights were still fighting each other could no longer bring much.
Very interested.
"Good boy, good brother! Let's go and find a secluded place. I specially reserved two barrels of the Jubilee Diamonds sent by Bergman!"
Rushing to Quarta, Snorri arrived just in time for the steam ship. Gotrek did not restrain his breath, and the anger of the God of War Grimnir was burning in his chest.
"How's it going? Let me take a look at this magical axe. Did the journey go smoothly?"
Snorri had more confidence in Gotrek than he did in himself. He took the ax and felt the charm of the original product of the ancestors. He poured wine and asked questions in a leisurely manner.
"It's okay. I followed the guidance in my heart and went all the way north. I heard His voice in front of the portal in the deepest part of the wasteland. He has been fighting in front of the portal in the years since he left us."
"I know, so does He have any will to pass down?"
In the background, Snorri doesn't know much about the Age of Sigmar that follows the End of Time, but there is probably a lot about Grimnir and the Blazing Butcher. No matter how powerful the Warrior God is, he cannot block a land that is immune to physics.
Learning to restrain the space only slightly reduces the amount of invading demons.
"I was fortunate enough to fight alongside him. It took several years after the portal returned to the mortal world. He agreed with your plan to close the portal. This is also his unfinished business."
"Okay, let's go and rest first. I'll feel at ease when you come back."
Gotrek's mental instability is more dangerous than the scars on his body. Although Gotrek did not face the four gods directly, the physical body entered and the lack of system protection, the impact he received was probably only less than that of Snorri.
More or less.
"By the way, this is for you. I found it on the way back." Gotrek took out something that looked like a ring from his arms and handed it to Snorri. The long-dusted artifact library reacted again.
"The strange beard ring! It matches the one sent by Brian Bronzebeard!"
The fragment was placed in the treasure house of Plateau Castle. Snorri didn't want to wait any longer, so he took Gotrek directly and took the helicopter back. The experience in the Demon Realm made him a little confused, so it would be better if he returned to the base camp and rested early.
"Ancestral Grimnir Rune, I didn't expect that among the three main gods' artifacts, this one would be the first to acquire it!"
After the beard ring was repaired, it bloomed with its former glory, and the effect of the runes was such that Grimnir would take revenge on his enemies with his own hands - pulling molten stone from the center of the earth, creating a rain of fire that covered the enemy.
