Chapter 108: Viscount Akeman

"Oh? Does solving a few Trolls make you feel good about yourself? If you ask me, with your level of skill, I'm afraid you'd be fed to the Greenskins before you even walked out of the Grey Mountains!" Fatisi smirked, joking with his old friend.

"Hmph! You'd better be careful. If I find the Grail first, you won't have anywhere to hide your old face, you 'Beast-King Horn-Breaker' Fatisi Qishi, hmph!"

Just as the two elders began to bicker, the young Maldini looked at Snorri and spoke tremblingly.

"Dare I ask, dare I ask if you are the third son of the King of the Mountains, Prince Snorri Thorsson himself?"

"Yes, what of it?" Hearing this, Snorri felt a bit strange; the young man before him did not seem to be at the age where memory loss would set in.

"My heavens! Your epic battle against Gulu at the Battle of the Iron Gate has long since spread throughout our knightly circles! Please, sign my cloak!" Bartini's eyes shone as he grabbed Snorri.

"W-what? Epic battle?" Snorri was stunned; Viscount Akeman and Fatisi Qishi also turned around upon hearing this.

"What is the matter, my son? Does the Knightly Virtue you always talk about tell you to treat our savior like this?" Viscount Akeman was somewhat annoyed.

"By the Lady of the Lake! This is Prince Snorri! His story has been sung in the taverns all these days!" Maldini was unmoved and continued to shout.

"What! So it is you! It was the arrival of an old friend that blinded my eyes! Please, take a seat!" Viscount Akeman became excited upon hearing this.

"How is it that the name of Master Snorri has spread so widely?" Fatisi Qishi was also a bit dazed.

"This person, did he not tell you?" Maldini asked, "Prince Snorri is truly the embodiment of the virtue of humility! Allow me to tell you of his achievements!"

Amidst the stupor of Fatisi Qishi and Snorri himself, Maldini excitedly began his narration.

"To speak of this summer, after that evil and cunning Goblin, Grom the Paunch, ravaged the Border Prince Territory, he attempted to pass through Black Fire Pass to enter the lands of our friends on the other side of the mountains!"

Maldini had entered his element; clearly, this young knight had listened to many performances by bards in taverns.

"The King of the Mountains, Thorgrim Grudgebearer, organized a great army and set up a formation at a strategic point. He swore to uphold the ancient oaths and, while he was at it, to settle a great and painful Grudge! Prince Snorri marched with the army; this was his first battle!"

Hearing this, Snorri nodded; this part was currently consistent with the facts. But the content that followed left him dumbfounded.

"Prince Snorri is a natural-born warrior! The fury of the Dwarf God of War, Grimnir, burned fiercely in his chest! As soon as he saw that fat Goblin sitting on its crudely made chariot entering the battlefield, he determined that this was the greatest and deepest blasphemy against the Ancestor Gods!"

Bartini grabbed his father's wine cup and took a sip; the alcohol further stimulated his enthusiasm, and Viscount Akeman was also mesmerized, ignoring his son's rude behavior.

"Prince Snorri swung the Warhammer in his hand and headed straight for Gulu's chariot! That was truly a great slaughter! Along the way, there were three, no, five Goblin leaders, two Orc warlords, and even an Arachnarok Spider driven out from the deep forest!"

"Good!" Fatisi Qishi shouted.

"That spider, larger than a house, could suck the life essence of its prey dry, leaving only some bones and scraps of skin. Its hard shell is natural Plate Armor! You must know, the bite of all great spiders contains deadly poison, capable of completely paralyzing the victim. That is not all; it carried a group of Goblins on its back, and no enemy who saw it did not lose their soul in terror!"

This part was in the classic bardic style; they were accustomed to highlighting the protagonist's valor by boasting about the might of the enemy.

"Of course, those who felt fear did not include Prince Snorri. He used his family's Warhammer—a weapon that does not pale in comparison to Gaiermulazi! —to crack them open one by one! When he reached Grom the Paunch, behind him was a path of flesh and blood that even the Lord of Skulls would have to praise!" Maldini waved his arms as he spoke.

"And then? And then?" Fatisi Qishi had never heard this story, and his interest was high.

"Then, Prince Snorri loudly challenged Gulu; that was a 'Champion Duel'!"

Snorri knew of Champion Duels; this was a common form of single combat in the Old World. The so-called champion was the best fighter from each side's respective team.

Generally speaking, the participant on the Dwarf side should be the Lord himself, but if the status gap between the two sides was vast or the Lord was old and frail, the strongest warrior of the mountain hold would fight on his behalf.

By convention, unless the contemporary High Elf Phoenix King—Finubar the Seafarer—personally led the campaign, Thorgrim would never engage in single combat from the Throne of Power; other lowly opponents were not worthy of the Grimnir's Axe in the King of the Mountains' grasp! In previous battles, Uncle Longchui and Brother Snuo had both fought on his behalf.

"Prince Snorri's heroic bearing intimidated that cowardly Greenskin! He even sat on his chariot trembling and dared not come down!"

"What!?" Snorri called out; this was simply too outrageous.

"Gulu, that cowardly and greedy fellow, relying on the beasts pulling his chariot to run fast with their four legs, barely managed to stall Prince Snorri. In the end, the heroic Prince lost by half a move because he had consumed too much stamina breaking through the enemy line!"

"Filthy! By the Lady of the Lake! Its existence insults Knightly Virtue!"

"Long live His Majesty William III! These green fellows should be completely wiped out!"

The two older knights shouted, letting go of the aristocratic etiquette they had previously maintained, and began to drink wine heavily from the bottle.

"After this, the merciful Mother Goddess of the Dwarf race bestowed divine grace upon Prince Snorri. Not only did his wounds heal and he gained greater Strength, but he even possessed the great power to share this divine grace with others, making them energetic and no longer fatigued!"

Maldini finished telling the story he had heard. Snorri, the protagonist of the story, was already stunned on the spot. Except for the beginning and the end which were barely consistent with reality, what was all that in the middle!

"Praise the Goddess!"

"Praise Prince Snorri!"

The three Humans enthusiastically clinked glasses with Snorri.

Snorri suddenly had some realization—the noble Prince, the grand battlefield, the powerful opponent, the heroic bloody battle, and the grace of the Goddess.

When these elements were gathered together, how tall the protagonist was or whether he rode a sheep or a horse no longer mattered; this was enough to drive every Bretonnian who yearned for the Grail crazy!

Thanks to the book friends, book friends, I, Guodong, have returned for the monthly tickets.

Asking for tickets at the beginning of the month.