The Snorri brothers had long expected that their father would come to witness the coming miracle in person, so during the past three days, they made simple modifications to the meeting room of the outpost to accommodate the throne of power.
All the high-ranking dwarves from different fortresses gathered here to wait for their High King.
Since this time he was not going on an expedition to settle his hatred, Thorgreen did not carry weapons or the Book of Great Hatred. He only wore the Dragon Crown of Karaz on his head.
"You did a good job! You were brave and showed some strategy!" After briefly praising Gnom, he turned his attention to the protagonist Snorri this time.
"Is it true that the Mother Goddess is about to send divine grace?" Thorgreen asked the question he was most concerned about, which was also the concern of everyone present.
"I swear on my honor and my beard, the Ancestral Goddess informed me that She will send down divine grace tomorrow morning to cleanse the pollution of Karak-Vane!"
Although they had already known the news in the letter, when the words came out sonorously from Snorri's mouth, every dwarf cheered.
In the dark ages for thousands of years, without the blessing of their ancestors and gods, the dwarves lived a very difficult life. They had to use flesh and blood and technology to fight against various supernatural enemies.
"Grandma Yushou is also here. If you have any questions about the rituals, you can ask her. She has more than a hundred years of experience in hosting sacrifices to the Mother Goddess. Don't let the Mother Goddess think you are disrespectful, and don't look solemn in front of the tribe.
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Thorgrim gave Snorri a few words and asked him to go down and prepare for the ceremony tomorrow morning. He still had a lot to communicate with the two dwarf lords.
Snorri walked out of the room and saw several clan elders he had met not long ago arriving here.
"Master Kragg is here too!" Uncle Iron Chisel walked up and whispered in Snorri's ear.
Snorri nodded, but he will not go to this stubborn old dwarf now. For this master who is more stubborn than meteorite, it is useless to say anything without seeing the miracle with his own eyes.
"Has the Mother Goddess told you the correct ritual to pray to Him?" Grandma Yushou followed closely.
The news that the Mother Goddess has regained her divine grace is extremely exciting for all dwarves, except for her.
After being the officiant for hundreds of years but getting no response, she originally attributed this to the fact that the Mother Goddess had long gone away. After all, her predecessors of several generations had never listened to the oracle.
But when the Mother Goddess performed a miracle for Snorri and delivered an oracle, Grandma Tamaki's self-comfort words collapsed. Is it because the rituals were wrong, was she not pious enough, or was the Mother Goddess dissatisfied with the sacrifice?
Looking at the female elder in front of him who was obviously troubled by anxiety and had not been able to rest well, Snorri didn't know how to respond.
"Next time, next time the Mother Goddess conveys the oracle to me, I will ask for you!" Snorri could not tell her frankly, so he could only use this as comfort first.
Saying hello to the enthusiastic tribesmen along the way, it took Snorri a long time to return to his room.
"Cousin, I have drafted the sacrificial text for you. It is based on the customs of the ancestors' times. You can change it as you please!" Balin said and handed over a scroll.
Snorri glanced briefly. As an advisor personally arranged by the High King, Balin's writing style is quite good.
He used beautiful words to briefly describe the process of the Gnom brothers retaking Mountain Lake Castle, and also described the future development vision of Karak-Wane, and finally expressed his gratitude to the Mother Goddess for her generous grace.
Snorri nodded with satisfaction, but he still made some suggestions for modification. This is because Bahrain attaches great importance to this creation and uses very solemn words.
But Snorri knows that if everything goes as normal, there will be many opportunities for Bahrain to write such articles in the future. If the words are fulfilled this time, it will be difficult to handle higher-level rituals in the future.
After sending Balin away, Snorri lay on the bed. Tomorrow will be his second key point since time travel. If becoming a rune master last time gave him wings, then this time it is equivalent to giving him wings.
Install the engine.
Snorri closed his eyes. He wanted to rest early so that he could show his best energy!
Early the next morning, Snorri put on a solemn dress, took the memorial script that Balin had revised and placed on the table, washed up and walked out of the room.
Two attendants from Karaz-a-Karak combed his beard and hung several precious ornaments, and then put a gorgeous hair crown on his head.
Amidst the cheers of all the spectators, Snorri walked out of the gate of the outpost and began to climb the mountain road leading to Shanhu Castle.
The traces left by the bloody battle a few days ago have almost been cleaned up, and there are no longer blood stains on the ground but traces burned by flames.
Snorri didn't walk too fast, feeling the scorching eyes of the dwarves behind him, he took a deep breath.
Arriving at the altar, Snorri saw that two lambs had been slaughtered and cleaned.
Snorri turned around to face the compatriots at the foot of the mountain. While he unfolded the scroll and recited the sacrificial inscription, he opened the system in his mind.
"... Praise the great Mother Goddess!" After reciting the ritual, Snorri touched his left hand, and the rune fireball inspired ignited the lamb's carcass. In the light of the fire, Snorri lit up the intermediate Valaya ritual and
Demarcate the area as Shanhu Castle behind you.
With a crisp sound, Snorri's revival point was reduced to single digits, and a green light bloomed from the inside out in the mountain fort.
As the green light spread, all kinds of chaotic remnants in the city of Karak-Vane were swept away, and the surrounding land became full of life again. Snorri felt that the air seemed to be refreshed all of a sudden! p>
Even though they were mentally prepared, the tribesmen still burst out in admiration when they saw this miracle with their own eyes.
At this moment, no one, from the most stubborn living ancestor to the moustache who least respects tradition, no longer doubts the authenticity of the return of the ancestors and gods.
Many dwarves had tears of excitement in their eyes, as if the scroll of the Golden Age was once again unfolding in front of them.
At that time, the dwarves, under the leadership of the ancestors and gods, drove away the dragons, developed the mountains, built mountain fortresses, mined endless wealth, and forged legendary artifacts...
Snorri bowed deeply and spread his arms to indicate that the sacrifice was over. As he walked down the mountain, shouts of "Choice of the Goddess!" could not be heard.
As Snorri walked, he paid attention to the changes in the revival points in the system, and he felt sincerely happy when he saw the points rising rapidly!
Originally, the dwarves were used to holding banquets at night, but this time something special was done. Even though it was bright and early in the morning, the chefs began to cook a lot of delicious food, and large barrels of beer were also passed around.
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