Chapter 1237: Traces of the Ancestors

Time passed slowly in the tense and exciting sparring. Many years later, standing in the Eternal Castle, Victor could still recall the days in the Palace of Altdorf...

It can't be said that it was very useful, but it can only be said that it was useless.

The person who really frightened Victor was a gray-skinned elf with a gloomy and indifferent look. He was completely different from the elves around him, and his calm eyes seemed like a dead person.

And the purple-black armor that didn't fit in with him also fully explained the specialness of this person.

"Kulan Blackhand, you will pass this test after ten moves from me."

Before knowing what this name means, Victor's cheek has been cut by the scarlet death.

The sword has not been taken out yet, Victor can only be surprised... You must know that when facing the Phoenix King outside Altdorf City, he still has some ability to deal with it. It can't be said that this Druzy is stronger than the Phoenix King.

It turns out that Imrick was just playing around outside the city and didn't take it seriously. Kuran slaughtered the witch hunter without any pressure, and the injuries he caused to him far exceeded those of the Flame Knights.

According to an incomplete statistics, the cost of sparring with Kuran is very high, and the mortality rate is as high as 96.7%. Except for the order of the Phoenix King, if someone asks him to take out the halberd, it means an endless fight to the death.

And Victor was lucky enough to experience the style of the weapon master of Druz...

Just after the meeting, Imrick cordially invited Agrim. As long as this little mustache wore the crown of Balaguer, he looked quite reliable.

It was still New World beer, which was an unforgettable memory for the dwarves who had traveled in Lustria. Although it was not as strong as Bergman, the unique terroir gave it a different taste.

Drinking beer, Agrim glanced at the humans in the training ground with a curious look: "I heard that you asked Karl for a witch hunter, but... this is too weak."

"Didn't you almost fulfill the butcher's oath by a Nurgle demon at the beginning? What qualifications do you have to say that the witch hunter is weak?"

Agrim muttered a few words. Taking the demon as the standard for combat strength, are you a normal elf?

"What do you want to find me for? Don't ask me to be a sparring partner."

"You can teach him a few moves if you have nothing to do... but this is not the main reason why I came to you." Imrik wanted to try the taste of beer, but after thinking for a moment, he thought it was better to forget it, as it was not in line with the noble status of the Phoenix King.

"According to some... people who do not want to reveal their names, Grimnir is still alive."

"What?!" Agrim stared with his eyes as big as copper bells, and the beer in his hand lost its taste for a moment, just staring at Imrik stupidly.

After the Butcher King mobilized his brain that had been unused for a long time beside the High King, his expression became very excited. You must know that Tiemei had said to several senior officials that it was all Slan's guidance to find the Gate of Valaya.

That is to say... Imrik knew the whereabouts of the ancestor war god!

Agrim was excited and just wanted to reach out and hold Imrik, but was immediately resisted.

Imrik stretched out his hand and said not to mess around: "Don't be excited, I have two clues, one is farther and the other is closer, which one do you want to hear."

"The closer one."

"Gotrek, you should have heard of this name."

"Gotrek..." Agrim's brows were wrinkled like a caterpillar. Recently, Gotrek and Phoenix, a pair of mercenaries, have gained some reputation between the Empire and the Dwarves. The Dwarf Butcher has repeatedly thwarted the rat's schemes and dealt with a lot of trouble for the electors.

The failed butcher, this is Gotrek's title...

Agrim is not good at reasoning. This is the second note given to the Butcher King by the Caledor Intelligence Department. The first note is that he is very good at fighting, especially good at fighting, and extremely good at fighting. He is not inferior to the incarnation of Cain in a short time.

Imric did not want to keep it a secret, and explained concisely: "What he holds is the rune axe that Grimnir left in the Chaos Wasteland... It is not the Axe of Hatred in Thorgrim's hand, but a divine weapon forged and wielded during the Chaos Invasion."

"What do you mean?" Agrim thought about it. The axe that Thorgrim inherited was the weapon wielded by Grimnir in the emerging era of the Mountain Kingdom. Although it is extremely powerful, it is much inferior to the Chaos Invasion.

"Do you think a team exploring the Chaos Wasteland can easily find the weapons left by Grimnir in the mortal world?"

A possibility made Agrim's chest suddenly puff up, so Grimnir has never been away from the Son of the Mountains, and Gotrek is the choice of the God of War.

He was too lazy to ask how Imrik knew about this. Now the most important thing to do is to mobilize his connections to find Gotrek and let him go to the Grimnir altar in Kadrin to prove that the ancestor has never left!

Agrim, who was about to take a step, was forced to stay where he was by Imrik's words: "But this is only one clue, don't you want to hear another one?"

With an awkward smile, Agrim urged Imrik to speak quickly, he was anxious to find Thorgrin to report the matter.

"Another thing, as I just said, Grimnir is not dead. He still stays in a corner of the Chaos Realm, fighting endlessly with demons...

Finding him is not a simple matter. In addition to using black magic to hold an anti-summoning ceremony, we have not found an effective way to enter the Chaos Realm."

"Dwarves can!" Overwhelmed by excitement, Agrim received Imrik's contemptuous gaze. You can send another batch of Chaos Dwarves to the Dark Gods.

"There is a bridge between the Chaos Realm and the Chaos Wasteland. From a physical point of view, the Chaos Realm does not exist in the mortal world, but it is always sending a large amount of chaotic energy to the mortal world. This is a way of existence that is difficult to observe. If you actively look for it, you may get lost in the Chaos Wasteland..."

"Speak in a more popular way. I hate the weird and incomprehensible words of pointy ears the most."

"The Eternal Castle is the bridge from the Chaos Wasteland to the Chaos Realm. It is also the area closest to the gods in the mortal world. If Grimnir is willing to respond to the dwarves' prayers, this is your only chance."

"The Eternal Castle..." After repeating it in his mind for several times, Agrim found the relevant information about this landmark in the corner of his memory. Legend has it that this is a magical building that hides countless secrets. It has been standing in the far north before the appearance of chaos. Prayers can fulfill their wishes here.

"Yes, Eternal Castle, think about it. And I will put the opportunity to find the Eternal Castle on Victor, he may be able to find the anchor point where the Chaos Realm stays in the mortal world for me."

"What do you want me to do? It must not just explain these two pieces of information." Agrim became very calm for a while, and Imrik's intention was obvious.

"Perhaps your son Gragrim can temporarily leave the position of War Undertaker and wander around the empire for a while?" (End of this chapter)