Like all state-level religions, the influence of the Sigmar Cult is huge. They do not submit to the Human Emperor - on the contrary, the elector needs their approval to become the Human Emperor. This group of bald heads has three electoral votes in their hands.
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Before Teclis helped found the Imperial Academy of Magic, except for the activities of the White Wolf Sect in the north, they were the only supernatural force that the rulers could rely on. Even at the end of the day, Walkerma still refused to cooperate with the Academy of Magic and conquered Hill alone.
Vanya and buried himself there together with the army.
Snorri's trust in William III was based on his trust in his descendants, and his trust in Akama was based on himself. Like all high-level priests, he started from the lowest level of acolytes and stepped on the heads of all kinds of chaos things.
Having risen to a high position, he is generally regarded as one of the most powerful mortals in the Old World.
"There's nothing to say. I support it. I will issue the decree early tomorrow morning."
Although it was their first meeting, Snorri and Akama were old pen pals. The support he provided included, but not limited to, the establishment of a new Great Chanter in the Southland, and the appointment of the Silver Hammer Church and the Purifying Flame Order to join the Guardians of Iraq.
Taza's battle and more.
"Boom!"
"No problem, but to be honest, I can't guarantee how effective this specific decree will be after Reikland."
The thunder outside the window helped William hide the uneasiness on his face - to what extent is the relationship between the two people? If the Sigmar cult is fully supported, the authority of the dwarf demigods in the empire will be completely out of control.
"Your attitude can reduce a lot of resistance. Well, we can also give it a suitable name - Operation Spring Thunder, how nice!"
Abundant raindrops heralded a good year, and Snorri was secretly happy. Fortunately, the base of dwarves was not large, otherwise he would have to worry about the food pressure brought about by population growth.
"It's a rare meeting and we just broke up like this. We didn't seem to be worthy of this good glass of wine. Let's talk about something else? About future development, about Sylvania or other places."
"I'll quit drinking. Hot tea, thank you."
There is a certain delay in the dissemination of information in the human world. In various towns, gossip about large-scale crackdowns on gangs and evil is spread by word of mouth. Those who are interested can't help but secretly restrain themselves. It seems that everything is waiting for that spring thunder.
"Da da da!"
"It's the messenger again. What are you guys going to do? The last time we had such a big battle, we were going through the sewers to catch mice!"
"My cousin's daughter works as a maid in the city lord's palace, and she said that His Majesty the Emperor has sent a special envoy, and that Boss Robert may be attacked!"
In Greenleaf Town, a small town on the edge of Mutt Territory, the continuous drizzle made the tavern more lively than usual. Although Mutt Territory is famous for its delicious food, local heroes still prefer dwarf taverns.
In most small places, taverns serve more functions besides strong beer, high-calorie meals, and warm bunks. Strong and committed bosses and bartenders can provide a cheap and reliable information exchange center for people in the world.
"Boy, how much of our ale have you drunk? Robert is considered a figure in our town, and none of the dignitaries in the city know he has such a title! Where is the emperor?"
"Hey, Pangbo, let's have another glass of wine. You dwarves are so developed now! Why don't you go to the south to make money? Isn't it because Snorri dislikes you and thinks you are too fat and wasting food rations?"
"Hahaha!"
"Shut up, aren't you afraid of being struck to death by a thunderbolt if you call him by his name? It is said that that person personally..."
"Duang!"
Pombo Tongdu squeezed out from the bar, pushed aside the crowd of drinkers, walked to the notice board, held the fast-talking guy's head as a hammer, and smashed a gold-emblazoned notice onto it.
"The reward is: 100 gold coins for Robert's head, 25 gold coins for the four diamonds, and 10 gold coins for the rest."
"What does this mean?"
"Literally, what, this is your first time in a bar, you bastard?"
Pangbo had a belly like a wine barrel, and his eyes were squeezed into a slit by the fat on his cheeks. Something similar to this happened in every corner of the old world, but the light and shade were different.
different.
"Operation Spring Thunder 2447, we will never tolerate pornography and criminal gangs!"
On the night of the Plowing Festival, the power that Snorri had co-ordinated finally exploded. The secular armies of the human empire, the church armed forces, the dwarves themselves, and the people in the world all under the temptation of huge sums of money launched an attack at the same time, and the dark streets and alleys were instantly turned upside down.
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"Mustache! In the name of the great demigod, wield your ax for the era of revival!"
In Helmgart Fortress, the new elders were fully clothed and stood in front of the residential area and shouted greetings. This is the holy land chosen by the ancestors to fight. Groups of compatriots rushed to the south, but those who stayed for various reasons were full of enthusiasm.
Not less than half a point.
Other countries also adopt a multi-pronged approach. The forces influenced by the mountains come forward to lobby the rulers and order religions. Large settlements directly contribute - no matter what industry they are engaged in, dwarves will retain their family armors and weapons, and small villages and towns with only three or two households
The method of offering rewards is adopted.
"As I expected, the reason why the black and gray forces are black and gray is that they rarely have any faith. They only want to conquer the superiors when they have nothing to do, not to mention the fact that we promise huge profits."
Without stopping at Altdorf, Snorri listened to the report of the telegraph class on the sailboat heading south. In order to coordinate the overall situation, he mobilized a group of professionals to collect news from all directions.
"Your Majesty, forgive me for being shallow. Ranold's faith has indeed received a huge impact, but as you have judged before, the desire for more wealth and resources is something that intelligent creatures can never avoid. When the spring thunder stops, those cultists will be like
The crops below the mountain are growing vigorously."
The young Noli was promoted from a confidential telegraph operator to a secretary, but it took time to develop his understanding like Bahrain. Snorri never minded the civil servants asking valuable questions.
"In the materials I gave to Karak Gold Bank, it was written that in the chapter on runs, the theory is the same. That is a difficulty, especially for organizations with insufficient capital."
"I was still wondering along the way, why didn't such a lonely sailboat come over without any discernment?"
"Honored God, the Kingdom of Knights has also responded to your call. Bordero's steam sailing fleet has been fully dispatched, and they have not stopped until they drove the pirates to the burial ship cemetery!"
Stepping onto the soft sandy beach of Sartosa, Snorri could smell the smell of blood and rum mixed together. Dorumao had been waiting for him for a long time, and beside him stood a capable middle-aged man wearing a three-cornered hat.
"I offer you my highest respect and my undying loyalty! Conqueror of the Dread Fleet."
"Well, you can never have too many talents like you. How are things going now? Have you used what I gave you?"
"Please come this way. Hey, I was spotted on the sea. It wouldn't have been possible if Ross hadn't taken over and was devoured by Mannann. You don't even know about the treasure. A large group of guys emerged from the shadows and noticed that I suddenly disappeared.