"Manticore, you are so brave!" Snorri praised after hearing this.
Manticores are huge, lion-like beasts with tough wings that allow them to fly in the sky. They are the most powerful of all the carnivores living in the northern mountains.
The power of chaos' mutation makes them have different shapes. Some manticores have snake-like manes, others have skin like iron scales, and many manticores have poisonous stings on their tails. The blood of those who are stung seems to boil.
Same.
However, all manticores are violent killers full of primitive rage. They are very ferocious, so they will also be tamed by the dark elves and become the incarnation of Kane, the god of killing.
To the dwarves, such an agile and ferocious monster is more of a threat than the stupid giant.
"Originally, I heard that Karak-Vahn was entrenched in a group of greenskins. I wanted to wipe them out first, but your brothers got there first." The dwarf butcher's voice was deep.
"Then someone told me that Prince Domgar of the Andegron clan was forming an army to recapture Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain, so he planned to go south to join his team in search of an honorable death."
"Didn't you say you came for me?" Snorri asked.
"Yes, when my guys and I replenished our supplies and prepared to go south, Prince Gnom said that you, the Chosen One of the Ancestral Goddess, will soon pass by here to go to Karak-Breeze Castle. We all agreed that in the Mother Goddess
It will be more meaningful to wash away hatred under the watchful eyes!"
He said a long paragraph, which made this butcher who had lived in the wilderness for a long time a little uncomfortable, "Therefore, I hope you can be a witness for us!"
Snorri is very good at it. He knows the fighting power of the Butchers. Although their numbers are small, they are definitely a significant enhancement to his fleet.
In the early morning two days later, the caravan set off again. With the addition of merchants from Riliu Pass, the number of the caravan was close to a thousand.
Snorri, who was walking at the front of the team, had a brown goat with gold under his seat. The strong ram sprayed white air from its nostrils from time to time, and an additional pair of meteorite horns were added to its pointed horns.
, adding a bit of murderous intent.
For these dwarves who had more or less witnessed divine grace, Snorri's reputation was at its peak, and no one raised any objections to his behavior of riding a sheep.
Snorri sat on the goat's saddle, resting his feet wearing legendary combat boots in the goat's stirrups, wandering around while secretly looking at the dwarves coming from Rapids Pass.
"These guys are all my competitors, how can I sell arms before them?"
Since he had a mount for transportation, Snorri felt that time suddenly passed faster. The road from Karak-Wane to Karak-Domar also belonged to the hinterland of the Mountain Kingdom. There were iron-breaking warriors patrolling along the way.
Therefore, no young person dares to cause trouble.
After a night's rest, the convoy arrived at Karak-Domar in the early morning of the next day.
For Snorri, the goddess's choice, Lord Laurent Timekeeper, who had gone to Mountain Lake Castle to watch the ceremony, had high respect.
He personally led the Hammer Guards to greet Snorri and his convoy at the gate of the fortress.
Looking at Karak Domar, Snorri found that it was very different from the several fortresses he had seen before.
First of all, the walls of the fortress are covered with traces of war. Although they have been repaired, there are still a lot of scratches and dents.
The second is the structure of the fortress. It is not mainly located underground like most dwarf fortresses, but is somewhat similar to a human castle.
This is because the original intention of establishing Karak-Domar was to control the Blackfire Pass, a strategic location connecting the Badlands and the Human Empire.
Once the Blackfire Pass is lost, the greenskins of the badlands can rush into the human empire and do whatever they want. Whether it is out of eternal alliance or to protect their most important trading partners, the dwarves in the World's Edge Mountains are not willing to sit back and watch this happen.
Something happened.
Of course, the greenskins in the badlands must mainly rely on humans themselves to defend the badlands. Karak-Domar can only serve as a fulcrum to contain and provide early warning.
Lord Laurent who guards here is famous for being good at commanding defensive operations. He has repeatedly defended isolated strongholds against waves of enemies and persisted until reinforcements arrived.
At the reception banquet, Lord Laurent lived up to Snorri's expectations and presented many high-quality wines.
For dwarves, high-quality alcohol can even be regarded as a strategic material. Dwarf ale is so nutritious that they can survive alone for several weeks after drinking it. There are also many warriors who feel like after drinking dwarf ale.
Combat ability is improved.
The most famous ale is brewed by Joseph Bergmann's family malt brewery. This wine is sold well in major cities in the Old World and the Dwarf Mountains,
Drinking this glass of frothy malt liquor can strengthen a person's will and make him immune to fear for ten hours. However, Bergman's malt liquor is extremely concentrated, and one glass can equal the weight of four ordinary glasses of wine.
"I heard at Eternal Peak that Bergman's brewery is near Karak-Domar. You must have a great time staying here, right?"
Snorri gradually got used to the strength of the dwarf's brew. He drank two cups in a row and felt a little tipsy.
"Your Majesty Valaya, I hope so too!" Lord Lauren sighed, and the resolute dwarf, whose face looked like it was carved out of the rock, now turned slightly red.
"But that old guy, huh, relies on his good wine, and he doesn't listen to the propaganda!"
"Is there such a thing?"
"That's right, let alone me. Your father, His Majesty Thor Green, doesn't sell his face, let alone discounts. If you want aged craft beer like No. 1 and No. 2, you have to queue up!" Lao Lao
Lord Lun's resentment toward Bergman was aroused by alcohol.
"Well, capable people tend to be a little arrogant, and many of my colleagues are like this." Snorri excused Bergman.
"Speaking of which, why did he want to build the winery here? I don't mean to offend, I feel that Karak-Domar is a place that is easily attacked."
In Snorri's view, such a top-notch winery should be built in the largest dwarf fortress.
"As far as I know, there are at least two reasons. The first is the water quality. His apprentice said that the water in Blackwater Lake is quite helpful for brewing." Lauren Timekeeper drank another glass of ale.
"The second is the geographical location. Karak-Domar is the westernmost point of the World's Edge Mountains. Whether you go west to the Black Mountains and Gray Mountains, or follow the World's Edge Mountains to the Iron Peak Castle in the south and the Butcher's Fort in the north.
It’s very convenient, and drinks can be quickly delivered to every dwarf tavern in the human empire through the Blackfire Pass.”
Lord Laurent analyzed the geography of the dwarves clearly in just a few words.
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