Snorri also wanted to know more about the situation in Horn Keep, but Lord Thundercloud did not want to talk more.
Snorri expressed his understanding of this. Due to the small scale of Forge Iron Castle, it needs support from Horn Castle in many aspects from military to daily life. Even if Lord Thundercloud is dissatisfied, he is not willing to speak ill of his allies behind their backs. p>
"If you want artillery, I have a suggestion!" Snorri stepped forward and whispered in Lord Thundercloud's ear.
"Don't go to Torrent Pass to purchase, right?" Lord Leiyun also replied in a low voice. "Aric's behavior of expelling the engineers greatly offended the compatriots of Zhufuba. We people from the Black Mountains are not very welcome there!
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"Of course not. To be honest, I just bought a batch of firearms, including brand new organ cannons and iron dragon hand cannons!" Snorri said confidently.
"Is the goods genuine?" Lord Leiyun was a little unsure.
"True and authentic! Produced by the headquarters of Zhufuba Engineers Guild. Have you heard of the 'Wule Work Name'? There are all the emblems from the producer to the quality inspector!" Snorri suddenly felt a little bit uncomfortable.
Talent as a businessman.
"It's definitely not the product of some small Sanwu workshop!" he added.
"Can I try it and see the effect?" Lord Leiyun asked again. After all, purchasing artillery is a big expense for the relatively poor wrought iron castle.
"Of course, this is the right you deserve!" Snorri is right.
The next morning, on the wall in front of the Forged Iron Castle, Snorri stood with three of his close associates, Balin, Brim, and Tommy, and several senior officials of the Forged Iron Castle.
In front of them was an organ cannon, and a red circle was drawn about 200 meters in front of the city gate.
After getting the approval of Snorri and Lord Thundercloud, Brim adjusted the aiming device on his head, slightly corrected the muzzle, and quickly filled all four barrels with ammunition, and then lit the gun from the fire door.
Got the fuse.
With four muffled sounds of "Bang Bang Bang Bang!", the ground in the red circle seemed to have been plowed.
"Well done!" Snorri patted Bream on the shoulder and praised him. The organ cannon was less accurate than other artillery pieces, and Bream was indispensable for being able to hit the bullseye beautifully.
A group of people walked down the tower and looked at the effect of the bombardment. The dwarves of the Forge Iron Castle nodded repeatedly.
"This organ cannon is more powerful than a catapult!"
"It's not like a ballista that can only deal a single point of damage. Dealing with greenskins and rats shouldn't be stressful!"
The dwarves are relatively simple, and they do not hide their love for artillery. Upon hearing this, Snorri realized that he could make his first order!
"This is my cousin and my plenipotentiary trade representative. You can talk to him about the price and after-sales service!"
Snorri left these words and became the boss. On the one hand, he trusted Aunt Sonia's son, and on the other hand, Snorri also wanted to test Tommy's ability.
At dinner time, Tommy knocked on Snorri's door with a sack of gold coins.
"An organ cannon and five iron dragon hand cannons cost 5,000 gold coins, but it includes a ten-year warranty! If there is a problem, I will go to Riptide Pass to deal with it for them."
Snorri was very satisfied with the price. He listed a thousand coins as payment for Tommy's previous purchase, and also included possible future maintenance costs.
"What do you call them?"
"Arms!"
"Yes, arms. It's better to earn more by reselling arms. Compared with this, the income earned from selling handicrafts is just a small profit!" Tommy was very happy to taste the sweetness.
"You are still young! This thing can be used for many years once you buy it. How can it be as long-lasting as daily necessities?" Snorri thought in his heart but did not say it out loud. Why should he defeat his cousin's interest at this time?
There is nothing worth visiting in Karak-Ancazar, and the minerals here are not rich. The convoy stayed here for two nights, absorbed some local dwarves, and then set off.
Their goal is Fort Horn. This journey will take about five days, and the convoy will stay there for at least a week.
Snorri walked in no hurry. He could see that the Horn Castle was very powerful. The leyline network along the way from the Forged Iron Castle to the Horn Castle was in obviously better condition than in the previous section, and no sneaky ratmen were found. p>
On the second night of the convoy's advance, Snorri planned to camp in an exhausted mine according to the original route map.
In the distance, Snorri saw a fire while sitting on the back of the sheep.
"Go and ask, is it the patrol team of the Horn Castle?" He said to the ranger beside him.
Snorri stretched out his hand to stop the convoy, and the two rangers trotted forward, and soon they turned back.
"A wandering compatriot!" the rangers reported.
"Let's go, if there's no problem, we can set up camp as planned!" Snorri gave the order.
Soon, the carriages formed a circle, and the dwarves raised bonfires and set up pots. After a long day's journey, it was a reasonable choice to have a warm meal and rest in safety. p>
Snorri got off the blue sheep, handed the reins to Johnson and asked him to feed him.
Suddenly, Snorri's body froze. He felt the same power as himself - the power of runes - from the hooded, dusty wanderer, and the strength of this power was not much weaker than his own.<
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"How is this possible! A formal rune blacksmith will be treated politely in any mountain fort, how can he be reduced to wandering around?" Snorri thought to himself, he didn't say anything but clenched the warhammer with his right hand and buckled it with his left hand.
Live the Ring of Iron Chisel.
Snorri made a gesture behind him, and Captain Glenson, who had already felt something was wrong, took action. He and the other Hammer of Eternity guards quietly surrounded the wanderer.
"My dear compatriot, I am Rune Master Snorri Thorson, the chosen one of the ancestor goddesses. Are you tired after walking for a day? How about coming over to have a meal together? I have Bergman's wine here!" Snorri
I sent out an invitation after reporting my home address.
"It turns out it's you! The hunting cold wind in the mountains brought your name to the ears of a solitary mountain man like me." The dwarf stood up as he answered.
"Don't be nervous, compatriots. I have no ill intentions. It is my honor to dine with the Goddess' Choice." He took off the hood of his cloak, revealing a weather-beaten face. This is a dwarf in his prime. p>
He sat down by Snorri's fire. "My name is Kalad Stormwalker. As you can see, I am a wanderer and, of course, a self-proclaimed runesmith and engineer."
The dwarf's tone was calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, but even if they were as well-informed as the Hammer of Eternity guards, their mouths were still wide enough to fit a goblin in.
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