Snori took advantage of his opponent's dizziness and stepped forward quickly. When the beard woke up, he found a hammer pressing against his forehead.

"This hand of the Storm Hammer is really extraordinary. You are more skilled, and I admit defeat!" This tribe is very open-minded, and there is no lazy donkey rolling around and then he just jumped off the stage.

"Hammer of the Storm!"

"Storm Hammer Snori!"

Seeing Snori solve two challengers with flying hammers in succession, the tribes burst into cheers. Although throwing weapons is not a mainstream fighting method among the dwarves, as long as the effect is significant, it will not be harmful.

The two young men who might have come up to fight first were famous warriors among their peers. Their defeat in one move made the other challengers cringe. After giving in to each other for a long time, a luxuriously dressed mustache was pushed out.

"Say hello to you, Master Snorry, the Generous Master! My name is Stringer!" He chose another nickname to call Snorry.

Looking at the young tribe in front of him, who was about the same size as him, Snori was secretly surprised that the young rune blacksmith looked pretty good, but his figure seemed to be a little thin by the standards of a dwarf.

"I have nothing to question about you, your brother's strength," his voice seemed a little indifferent, and his words were not tough.

Such weakness caused him to boo. You should know that the bride's relatives are the ones who should really contribute when facing brides and challenge them.

"But out of respect for tradition, I'll just like you would like to ask about the skills of seal carving runes!" Stringer seemed a little excited, as if he had already given up.

Before Snorry could ask about the specific game method, Lord Rorek turned out from the small room behind.

"How is the challenge going?" The dwarf lord seemed to have something else to worry about.

"Master Snorry just made two flying hammers to solve the little guy from the Golden Hammer clan and a young man who came down from the mountain. Now Stringer is about to have a final exchange with him on behalf of our clan!" Master Harlek reported the battle situation to his lord.

"Sterlinger? Can his small body catch Master Snorry's storm hammer? Come down now! Don't hurt yourself, we have something more important now!" Lord Rorek muttered a few words.

Prince Stringer was as if he had been pardoned when he heard this, and he retreated directly.

"Why is it so useless? The quality of our clan ancestors is not like this!" Seeing that his disciples did not even explain a few words on the scene, Master Harlek also began to mutter.

Although everyone basically reached a consensus that Stringer was not Snorry's opponent, his father said a few harsh words when he signaled to end the challenge was a way to show his spirit.

"Since everyone has no objection, the bride challenge will end here!" It seemed that things were not small, Lord Rorek directly announced that he had sent off the guests and cleared the venue.

The banquet had ended, and the guests were also quite familiar with each other. They gave their blessings to Lord Rorek and then came out one after another.

"You guys stay for a while, let's go to the back for a meeting!" Snori was also ready to turn around and leave. In his opinion, there was no need to interfere in the local affairs of this Breeze Castle, but he was still called by the Dwarf Lord.

The fortress management, who had several more than noon, gathered in the lord's small conference room, and each person was given another beer, but Snori signaled that he needed a cup of tea.

"That's right, the human friends in Batonia are in a little trouble!" Lord Rorek sat in the main seat, stroking his beard.

"The North Carolinas in the north are going to harass the Principality of Coloni again on their long ships? They are all humans, why is there such a big difference?" an old dwarf muttered.

"If you want me to see, it's probably an internal matter! Charon, the long-range expedition organized by His Majesty the Knight King under the order of their goddess, made their country extremely empty!"

Another military dwarf interrupted him, and Snori learned from the surroundings that this was the champion Warrior of Deweys-Melting Blade, Karak Zforin. He obviously drank a little high at the previous banquet, and now he is not very straightforward in his mouth.

"I guess it's because the horned things in the forest are coming out again! He's really dared to think about it when he's killed all the green skins and burp!" Rongbian didn't forget to talk when he was drunk.

"You said the same thing, but it's not a beastman, but a vampire!" Lord Rorek raised his voice and suppressed the noise in the conference room.

"These guys who have been scattered and desecrated the dead, according to our friends, have numbed them from the sea."

"Vampire Pirate?" Snori muttered. These guys manipulate all kinds of seafood and giant cannons, and are indeed powerful opponents, but compared to vampires on land, the dwarves have fewer hatred clauses related to them. After all, it is difficult for pirates to be close to the sons of the mountains.

Snori knew that vampires in the Warhammer World had a long history, and their origins started with Nehekara thousands of years ago.

After defeating the Lord of the Necromancer Nagas for the first time, Lemishza, the master of the city-state of Lemishza, transported the strongest and most loyal servant of the Black Akhan, to his city-state out of his desire for the immortal power of the Lord of the Necromancer.

In Lemia, Akhan was awakened and imprisoned, and he was forced to teach the magic of the local noble Lord of the Necromancer. In the process, he somehow got along with Nephreta, the queen of Lemishza.

After that, after a series of bitter dramas and unsafe magic experiments, they successfully developed a new version of the immortal potion. Then Nephreta became the first vampire in the world and distributed the potion to the senior officials of Lemia, transforming them into the vampire ancestor.

Strictly speaking, as long as the correct ritual is passed, any vampire can be resurrected. Of course, they are generally strong enough to have the willingness to resurrect his relatives, and they are worthy of being resurrected. This situation leads to a huge gap in the strength of vampires.

"Their power is very weak now, and the nuisance of the sea vampires has made the Principality of Poldo so hard to take care of themselves, but that's not all, some of the black guards of the Moor Church and some of the Holy Grail girls, serve the goddess' casters in the lake,"

Lord Rorek then stated the situation. He originally wanted to call Ms. Lake, but considering that Snori, the dwarf mother god, had a temporary change of choice.

"Report to their lords that the blasphemers hidden in the local forests and valleys of Batonia will cooperate with those at sea!"

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Chapter completed!