"Please give the order. I have already contacted enough fleets. Block the dock and dig three feet into the ground. He will not be able to escape from Sartusa."
Under Snorri's orders, Doromau and Ross's men took control of the cave complex where the headquarters of the Black Knife Assassins were located. At first, no one wanted to stay here. The secret passages and traps that have been in operation for hundreds of years will silently swallow up all living things.
"You cannot stop an assassin who is at or near the peak of mortals who can perform divine magic. I am here, so don't worry." Snorri chuckled twice, knowing that this was the newly recruited navigator who was eager to make contributions.
"You're right. If you search this place carefully, you can kill people."
As they walked through the winding alleyways and gradually approached the hall of the Black Knife Gathering, the dwarves who had been living underground for a long time frowned. The things built by humans were a bit more sophisticated than those of the greenskins and rats.
"Hoo-ho!"
In the center of the hall, there is a statue with his hands in the sleeves of his robe, and a hood covering his face. For assassins, thieves, gamblers, etc., exposing the face and "working hands" must be strictly avoided.
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Snorri did not stay on it for long. He waved his hands and the golden treasure house door took shape behind him. But this time, what was sprayed out was not a weapon but a sky full of gold powder. When he opened his mouth and blew, a breeze surged up out of thin air and carried them towards the cave.
Every corner.
"This is, this is it?"
"The power of God, my friend. He is generous to those who are loyal to Him."
The magical spells that Snorri can perform continue to evolve as his divine power increases. Dorumao has rarely seen him perform it in person, but he still has to pretend to be experienced in front of newcomers.
"Aha, I found it. Apart from the one in front of me, there is another suspicious formation. It is really hidden deep!" The golden mist puffed around Snorri, and soon only one stick was left floating in mid-air to guide the path.
With such a world-famous demigod taking the lead, the traps along the way will naturally be overwhelming - even if there are one or two of them that are enough to stop some demigods with different powers.
"I know, Dorumao, we have seen it! The false god's magic has bone shrinking, or sneaking into the shadows, which can help his core believers enter the rock crevices!"
The end of the guide stopped at an imperceptible gap in the rock wall. It can be guessed that the structure must be fragile - forcible destruction will cause collapse and completely bury the contents.
"Who's going to do it? Forget it, it's better for you to come than for me to do it. The left hand will be used instead of the right hand, which will only increase the loss."
Snorri muttered. As a leader, he felt a little uncomfortable being the vanguard for a group of subordinates. But for the sake of efficiency, he still used the power of the word spirit of the contract authority to expand the gap enough for one person to pass through.
"What does this mean? Shouldn't it be that the index finger and middle finger overlap?"
"Honored God, I checked the information - just pointing to the sky means that Ranold himself is here. The one on Assassin is also like this, which is different from other assassins."
The homologous and alien power diffused on the large hand-shaped stone sculpture told Snorri that he had come to the right place. A satisfied smile appeared, and the authority in his body was also stimulated to devour the desire.
"How many days has it been since Operation Spring Thunder? My daily necessities were brought from the ship, as well as fine wine and a barbecue grill!"
I don't know how calm Ranold can be. Snorri was prepared for a protracted war. Soon the smoke started to rise. After sailing on the sea for a long time, the dwarf warriors needed to rest.
In addition to the necessary sentries, humans also joined the team to drink and dine. They had been on tenterhooks for many days, and finally waited for the backbone to finally take a breath.
Snorri knows that many people want to ask him why he is waiting here, but this is a secret belonging to the extraordinary. The kingdom of God is not completely isolated from the mortal world - unless you want to enter the dusk in loneliness, the gods need a channel to receive them.
Faith and divine grace.
In order to reduce losses, the more commonly used channels should be as stable as possible, and the most core and stable one in front of him will provide him with the opportunity to break into the Kingdom of Ranold.
"Please check the evening newspaper."
Operation Spring Thunder entered its final stage three days later. Battle reports showed that in the first few days, the core believers were still able to use magic to fight back or escape, but now they are no longer able to resist.
Faced with the sudden crushing of forces from all sides, their only choice is to pray for divine favor. The massive demand from the entire old world will directly reduce Ranold's reserves of divine power below the warning line, and the destruction of the believer network will prevent him from collecting it.
Faith is replenished in time.
"King of the mountains, my comrade, can you raise your jade toe to speak with me?"
Just as the Dwarf King was thinking, a dark figure emerged from the shadows under the moonlight. He spoke cleverly and spoke witty words refined from the mouths of countless liars in the old world.
"Do you have to play these little tricks with me? Bring a puppet or a shadow."
Relying on the god-level sense of the authority of the same origin, Snorri easily defeated Ranold's trick. He found that the passage he had carefully constructed exposed the newly born god and he could no longer hide it.
"You are just like them, addicted to the so-called sincerity." The black shadow faded away in the murmur, and seemed to hesitate for a moment before a physical body appeared in the same position.
"Spare me this time. I am willing to give up the power of that little wealth with both hands, and we will never be at odds with you from now on. You know, it is just a derivative of my other powers."
"No, you also know that those are not yours to divide if you want."
"I have locked myself into the Kingdom of God. I will never dare to be born until you become a god!"
"Is it useful?"
"A person like you naturally has a matching goal. Although I have no intention of spying, I boldly guess that you lack capable officers. I can swear to let you be driven."
Ranold knew that the dwarf in front of him would not give up if he resorted to thunderous means, so he simply promised his freedom. Snorri's eyes flashed, and the liar who became a god almost made his heart move.
"Haha, if it were before, I might really believe you, but now, let's just rely on that bear in the north!"
Suppressing his greed, the dwarf king knew that there were many intrigues outside the mountains. This was another swindler's grandfather in front of him. His words could be believed in reverse.
"tell."
"Want to leave? Did I agree?"
Realizing that Tan Beng would escape into the shadows as soon as he dodged, Snorri was already prepared. The conflicting oath authority turned into a spirit of words that fell on him like fire cooking oil, interrupting the spell.
"Isn't it a lie to be so fragile? It's not necessarily true. It's possible to just give up the chess piece to save divine power."
Snorri was not resisted by the same level. Assassin relied on his own strength to support him for a few breaths before collapsing to the ground. He moved forward and pulled off his cloak, and the face that was revealed surprised the dwarf.
"Half-elf, a species of dark elf, the pirate kingdom of Sartosa, there are countless stories buried in the sea."