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One night, a player opened TWW2. He muttered as he watched the heavy rain outside the window,

"Hammer Three only sent two races will not follow, harm, first play this FLC to make up for it, recover the lost mountain fortress, recover the lost artifact, and revitalize the glory of the mountain kingdom..."

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning, he wore. Before he could look back, he found himself in a bright space.

Blinking, he saw a female dwarf, "My name is Valaya, mother of dwarves, family, fortress, god of healing and unity."

The female dwarf threw the long blond hair that was dragged to her feet and opened her mouth:

"Foreigner, are you really willing to fulfill your oath?"

"Good fellow, do I still have a choice?" Can you give a dark elf no? If you don't want to see Miss Witch Spirit for anything else, or a demon clam (Shi Lan Demon Toad) can do it... ”

"Listen to me child," the goddess interrupted his fragmentary thoughts, "I see the future in my deep sleep, and you should know it, the time of the end." ”

She paused, her expression twitching, "Nagash, the Lord of the Dead, disrupted my plans, drained my mana, destroyed my backhand, my children were dead and wounded, and I needed a variable, and that was you." ”

Hearing this player nodded, "I understand the backstory, isn't it the time of the end, the dwarf is the dwarf, it's better than the bone guy, let's talk about the hanging and identity, I want to... Uh uh uh uh

"No time, child, remember, the oath is as solid as a rock!" Good luck! ”

As his consciousness gradually moved away from the illusory space, he felt the flesh, followed by broken memories and a strong sense of weakness.

He tried to move his body, but as soon as he moved his arm, he felt the pain of drilling his heart, "Uh-uh... Before he could sort out the body's original memories, he let out a groan of pain.

"What a beard of Granny!"

"Valaya is on top and finally woke up!"

"Hahaha, it seems that my hair dye is not used for the time being!"

Listening to the loud cheers around him, he felt himself lying on a stretcher with a deep wound on his chest. He had just opened his mouth to try to ask what the situation was, and a mouthful of pungent liquid poured into his mouth.

"Hey, you need this, Bergman's wine, and it'll make you feel good mustache!"

"Cough cough cough ... The intense stimulation made him unbearable for a moment, and the dwarf's beer was almost as strong as the liquor of the previous life, and he once again pulled the wound and let out a painful moan.

All kinds of mutters sounded all around:

"The boy is getting worse and worse now!"

"I was stabbed three times and screwed off the heads of four rats!"

Just as he was being tormented by both physical and mental, a crisp female voice saved him:

"Snowy needs to rest, Uncle Dragon Hammer. The divine grace of the mother god did not immediately return to the arms of his ancestors, but his injuries could not be tossed like this. Also, put away your jug and give him some water. ”

After gaining tranquility, the player lies down on a stretcher and begins to organize the memories of the original owner of the body and his past life.

He comes to the world of Warhammer, a world where fantasy races including elves, dwarves, vampires, humans, and many other fantasy races are active. And the body he occupies comes from the Dwarves, a race that was created at the beginning of the world, ancient and diligent, but gradually entering the twilight.

They believe in their ancestral gods, the three most important of which are:

Granny – the god of mining and forging, who taught the dwarves how to unearth and shape the metals contained in the earth;

Grimnir - God of War of the Dwarves;

And the Valaya that appears in front of her. She was the wife of both Grannie and Grimnil, and polygamy was not uncommon in dwarf society, as dwarf women were probably only half the number of men.

Most of the children of the three of them became secondary gods in the dwarf god lineage, such as Sdemnir, the god of ore forging, Turni, the god of rune blacksmiths, and Mogrim, the god of engineers.

The dwarves built a large number of fortresses in their golden age, and also forged many powerful weapons and equipment, but they suffered heavy losses in the battle with the long whiskers of the elves, the subsequent earthquakes and greenskins, the continuous attacks of the Skavan rats, and the fall of the mountain fortresses one by one.

Since then, with the development of dwarf technology and the establishment of human empires, the dwarven kingdom has gradually recovered its vitality, but it is still no longer the grand situation of the past.

He occupies a body named Snowy Sorsen, the youngest son of the present-day Supreme King, Solgrin, the Bearer.

In the social structure of the Dwarves, each fortress had an independent king, and the Supreme King, as the king of the fortress Karaz-A-Karak, nominally enjoyed allegiance from the kings of other dwarven fortresses.

But in fact, when the Dwarven Supreme King called on the Dwarven King, he was more likely to persuade the Dwarven Kings in an equal capacity, with the friendship of the fellow dwarves, rather than a strong command.

Each dwarven clan has a book of hatred that records the harm and treachery suffered by the clan, while the Supreme King holds the book of great hatred that records the hatred of all dwarves.

The book is written in the blood of the Supreme King and only they have the right to add new hate entries or write off the resolved hate.

Snowri's profession is rune blacksmith, and dwarves cannot use magic but dwarves can use magic by forging letters of their language into items in different ways, a form known as runes.

As people who forge runes, rune blacksmiths use their hammers as a medium to inscribe the power of the wind of magic in the rune engravings.

In addition to forging powerful weapons and equipment for their compatriots, they can also suppress the magic of their enemies in battle, or use runes to cast buffs on their comrades around them, or equip their own hand-built weapons and armor to fight, after all, every dwarf is a natural warrior.

Now the time is 6943 in the dwarf calendar, the green-skinned warlord "Big Belly King" Gollum raised an army from the Misty Mountain, he launched an unprecedented waaagh, swept the entire evil land, the soldiers pointed directly at the dwarf crowd mountain.

The Supreme King, Solgelin, launched the Battle of the Iron Gate to stop him, which was also the first time that Snowri participated in the war with his army.

During the battle he was arranged to stand in the back row of the line with the heavy crossbowmen, and as the battle progressed, the dwarven army in the front row was gradually broken by the green-skinned front, and the crossbowmen also ran out of ammunition and took out the weapons they carried and prepared to join the battle.

Snowri wielded a hammer to strike the stove and homeland runes to boost the morale of the tribesmen caught up in the battle, and then took out a sharp battle axe.

Just as he was about to rush to the front of the big green-skinned guy, he heard a roar from the side, and looked sideways, a fat goblin with a stomach that was quickly pulled to the instep of his feet stood galloping on a tattered chariot with a huge battle axe, followed by a group of goblin wolf cavalry.

"Array!!" Snowri let out a hoarse roar, "Valaya is on top!" He called out the names of the ancestral gods and rushed to the fat figure on the wolf chariot.

"Hairy dwarf stacks!" This was the last sound Snowri heard before he lost consciousness, and he was thrown up by the impact of the chariot, and then cut to his chest by the armor of the exquisite tomahawk.

His soul went to the temple of the ancestral gods, and a soul from another world occupied his body.