6876.4.11, the day of the decisive battle! The white-bearded ancestors led the brave commandos to destroy the Moss clan with a water attack. The frontal battlefield turned around when His Majesty Snorri led the great demon of Khorne to destroy the greenskin defense line.
We have initially taken control of the main body of the fortress, but it is not time to celebrate yet. Clearing every corner and pursuing the fleeing enemies to the maximum extent are more important tasks.
6876.4.12, Belegar, who should be respected as the King of the Eight Peaks Mountain now, smashed the head of Iblit, the murderer, and the evil moon greenskin who had occupied the fortress for thousands of years turned into dust.
On 6876.4.15, His Majesty Snorri decided not to organize a celebration banquet immediately, but the tribesmen who were not on guard duty spontaneously drank a little. It was blameless. I took the initiative and opened up the reserve. Every hatred that was liquidated was worth a glass of good wine!
Pointed Ears, okay, I also provided them with supplies. The gryphon and longbow played a minor role in the battle, and the ancestors should not blame me harshly for this.
On 6876.4.19, Pointy Ears left quietly. Compared to the group of lunatics in the forest, the people from these islands can still understand human speech. I heard that their current Phoenix King has some brains, maybe...
6876.4.20, all the pursuing troops returned, and the statistics of the three parties' combat achievements and the registration of trophies were almost completed. A large number of rat soldiers drowned in the lake, and Belega should have secretly drank three glasses of wine for this.
The mustache below told me an outrageous rumor: the spoils may not be enough! My ancestors and gods, this nonsense will only be believed by the cubs after they drink a whole barrel of horse urine they brewed.
6876.4.21, the leading Duke of Bretonnia asked to see His Majesty Snorri, but the great guardian of the Eight Peaks Mountain had big things to do. He then went to put pressure on Belegar to disclose the list of loot. I don’t know what he thought, the dignified Duke
Are you so impatient?
6876.4.23, His Majesty Snorri is back. The legend is true! The Mother Goddess lives at the Valaya Gate outside the Eight Peaks Mountain!
He has woken up, and His Majesty Snorri will go to see him. King Kazador and Master Iron Eyebrow are fortunate enough to be summoned into his hall together. This is an honor worthy of a single relief sculpture in the main hall of Iron Peak Castle.
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King Kazador swears on the honor of the Thunderhorn clan that the ancestor goddess is more beautiful, kind, and wise than the legend says. All the words used to describe the beautiful qualities of the lady still seem inferior when applied to her.
All the masonrymen in the army were gathered together, and under the leadership of Master Stringer, they were to reshape the statue in front of the fortress' main entrance as quickly as possible. The ceremony was scheduled for three days later, and the rune colossi were all moved into action.
Preliminary cutting.
On April 24, 6876, His Majesty Snorri summoned me, and probably every general. He proposed something called the "Golden Yuan Scroll", hoping to get support from me and the Horn Castle.
To be honest, this is a deviant idea. No matter how beautifully printed the paper is, it cannot replace the heavy gold coins! And according to what he means, he controls the issuance rights of the gold dollar scroll, but the cost is shared by the entire mountains.
But sitting opposite him, even though he had a smile on his face and a tone of discussion in his mouth, it felt like my neck was pressed by meteorite iron, my mouth was poured with mithril juice, and I couldn't say a word of defense and could only nod in agreement.
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He is a demigod chosen by our ancestors. In the past thirty years, he almost single-handedly brought the lost fortress south of the Silver Road back to the embrace of the mountains. He has brought about great changes for our ethnic group that have not been seen in thousands of years.
We should support his decision.
On 6876.4.25, I communicated with Arik and other elders of the fortress through rune transmission. Perhaps because I was an actual participant in the battle, I underestimated the shock that the recovery of Bafeng Mountain would have on the old world.
The more times the Andergrand clan failed, the more great the greatness of His Majesty Snorri was revealed. Most of the clan members believed that the mountains would restart the golden age under his leadership, and all the decisions he made were right.
Firmly support it.
6876.4.26, the grand festival is about to begin. Many people with mustaches have to stay up late in the square despite the night frost and morning dew. Fortunately, I can allocate a chair in the front row, so I can record this event safely.
grand event.
When the sun emerged from the Zilifen Rock in the east, amid the hymns of the choir, His Majesty Snorri strode out from the main entrance of the fortress. He wore a gray robe sewn with gold thread, and his black beard was tied with a beard.
Wearing a crown on his head and holding the Book of Great Hatred in his hands.
Behind him are the other two members of the Three Hammers - King Belegar and King Khazador. They are also dressed in formal attire, each holding a box in their hands, and the Eternal Hammer Guards are following behind them.
Carrying sacrifices as a guard of honor.
Standing on the altar at the foot of the statue of the Mother Goddess, His Majesty Snorri opened the Book of Great Hatred, bit off his index finger and raised it to signal to everyone. Every addition and deletion of hatred must be completed with the blood of the king. This
It was passed down from Father God Granny.
"In 4013, Drama-Hammerfist's team fought fiercely with the rats of the Moss clan for ten days and nights under Shadowhorn Rock, until the ammunition was completely exhausted. A total of 1,200 clan members led by him paid their lives."
"In 6846, Domgar-Ironhammer led the expeditionary force deep into the interior of the fortress. During the evacuation, he and his rear guard fought heroically to the last man when faced with dozens of times more greenskin pursuers."
With the help of the mountain wind, the low voice poured into the ears of everyone present. There are so many things that can be recorded in Damazkrang, and there are countless hatreds related to various fortresses and clans.
"Today, I, Snorri Thorson of Clan Drazkrad, declare on behalf of High King Thorgrim the Grudge Bearer that the hatred related to the Eight Peaks Mountain has been settled! There are Clan Morse and
The head of the leader of the Evil Moon Tribe is proof!"
His Majesty Snorri recited while canceling the clause with his index finger. When he said the last sentence, the two kings opened the box and showed the two embalmed heads to everyone.
"Next, let us worship the ancestors and gods together, thank them for their blessing and guidance, and report the good news to them!"
He gave the order, and the guards of the Hammer of Eternity took action quickly. Although the Ancestral Goddess was the chief sacrifice, the sacrifices of several other people were also necessary. Logically speaking, the Lake God believers and Sigmar priests among humans should avoid it at this time, but I don’t know where they are.
Regardless of the considerations, they stayed.
"Praise the great..."
As the sacrifices were offered one after another, the atmosphere in the square became more solemn. Everyone held their breath and concentrated for fear of missing the slightest sign.
"You're doing great kids!"
Suddenly, His Majesty Snorri's recitation was interrupted by a low and magnetic female voice. A green vortex suddenly appeared on the unpolished face of the statue, and a blond goddess appeared from it, suspended in mid-air.
Looking down at this place that is most favored by Him.