Chapter 340: Don't, Brother Sinuoli

As soon as the news arrived that Suojiade-Keluomsen had stepped onto the train, Sinuoli ended his closed-door research. The majestic power contained within the Earth Vein Network was as addictive as poison to him; after returning to Gaoyuanbao and finishing his administrative duties, he immediately dove into his workshop.

"You've come quickly! Have the welcoming activities along the way been arranged properly?" Sinuoli asked Balin while sitting on his throne. Among the Dwarf lords of the Old World, the King of the Southlands placed the greatest importance on the Norscan Dwarfs.

Sinuoli knew that one day he would have to confront the Three-Eyed King who rode upon the Doom Black Donkey, and to solve the problem once and for all, he would even have to charge into the Chaos Wastes.

Regardless of which part of the task it was, the Northern Four Cities, which had stood in the Giant Country Mountains for thousands of years, would be an important force. Setting aside the population and military strength of the four cities, their deep understanding of the Chaos Wastes alone could provide tremendous help.

The transmigrator naturally knew what this marriage alliance of his sister meant—after spending over a hundred years of effort, his Norscan compatriots were finally moving from a nominal return to a substantive one.

But what aspects would the specific cooperation involve, and how deep would it go? This long journey by the future heir of Dulongcheng could be considered an inspection by the Norscan side.

The scale and strength of Dulongcheng were already stronger than Karak Kadrin, Karak Ungor, and Karak Vlag combined. More than half of the positions of the Norscan Dwarf High King throughout the ages had belonged to Ka la ke de la ke, and coupled with marrying the daughter of the High King, it could be said that the position of the next High King was already in Suojiade's pocket.

Suojiade had traveled thousands of miles to the Southlands; respecting tradition might be one reason, but more of it was wanting to see the most prominent Dwarf of the present day, and just how capable the likely next helmsman of the Mountain Kingdom was.

Sinuoli believed that everything in the Old World was enough to dazzle his northern compatriots. As the final stop, he had to bring out something good, something even more exciting than the railway—it would be best if he could teach the Little Beards how to become real men!

"The activities arranged by Tumobao are as follows; how do you want to handle things on our side?" Sinuoli thought to himself with a wicked grin, not hearing a word of Balin's report.

"Ah, just a simple line-up at the train station to welcome them will do. My Warhammer is quite large, I'll show it to our friends from afar when the time comes." Sinuoli waved his hand; he needed to adjust his state of mind.

Suojiade and his party walked off the train, and this unprecedented travel experience left them deeply shocked. Dwarfs were naturally a talkative race, and they had used up a lifetime's worth of exclamations during these few days in the Southlands.

"I am Sinuoli Thorsson, King of the South World's Edge Mountains. Welcome, everyone, to my territory!"

Sinuoli stood on his Doom Anvil and welcomed them loudly. A person's name is like the shadow of a tree; his self-introduction caused the noisy group of Norscan Dwarfs to fall silent instantly.

"Ahem, on behalf of all our compatriots in the Northern Four Cities, I greet you, respected Ancestor Chosen. May she always protect our mountains!" Suojiade had simulated what he would say upon meeting countless times, but when it came time to speak, he still inevitably stumbled.

"Hahaha, Prince, there is no need for such courtesy. We are about to become one family; coming here is just like coming home!" Sinuoli leaped off the anvil and pulled Suojiade along as they walked inside.

In the Xianzu Dating, a grand banquet had already been set up. This welcoming feast had a very exotic flair, with two buffet stations for Zhendan and Lizardmen dishes set aside separately.

"Look, look at this Suoli, he's already drunk after only a few barrels, he's really too weak!" After eating and drinking his fill, Sinuoli patted Suojiade's thigh.

"Suoli is just weak; I am super good at drinking!" Suojiade's tongue was thick from being plied with drinks by the generals of Gaoyuanbao.

"Hearing you say that, you're very brave, huh?"

"Just kidding! I'm super brave, okay? I'm super good at drinking!"

"Super good at drinking? Very brave indeed. Your physique is not bad, quite sturdy!" Sinuoli pinched his brother-in-law's muscles.

"Brother Sinuoli, what are you doing!"

"You're about to get married and you're still so shy? I see you don't understand anything at all, do you?"

"Understand what?"

"Of course, proving that you can protect my sister!"

"Today."

"..." Suojiade wanted to back away, but Sinuoli did not want to give him the chance.

"Oh, come on!" The Dwarf King grabbed the brothers one by one and stood up; their guards, seeing this, also had a few people follow along.

"Let's go outside!"

"What for!"

"My Warhammer is very big, um, very powerful. You endure it for a moment!"

"Brother Sinuoli, where are we going?" Blown by the wind outside, Suoli's head cleared up quite a bit from the alcohol.

"Oh, you're nervous! Come on, let's go outside and spar!" Sinuoli dragged the young man and wouldn't let go.

"Don't, Brother Sinuoli! Don't be like this!"

"Let me see if your strength is strong or not!"

"Brother Sinuoli, don't!" Suoli roared at the top of his lungs. During the journey in the Southlands, he had heard too many stories of how Sinuoli had pried open the head of a Demigod and how he had fiercely battled a Greater Daemon of Nurgle.

The pity and even gloating in the eyes of the storytellers when they heard he was going to challenge Sinuoli on his brother's behalf, along with their insincere encouragement, had finally crushed his mentality. Suoli was just an ordinary Dwarf noble; even if Sinuoli held back, he might not be able to withstand it.

"Brother Sinuoli, don't, Brother Sinuoli, don't!"

The Norscan Prince's cowardly display drew laughter from the drunken clansmen. Suojiade's face flushed red, but his lips moved for a long time without knowing what to say. It was indeed shameful, but forcing his younger brother to challenge him was truly asking too much.

"Hahaha, how about this then? I have a style of hammer technique; I'll demonstrate it for you all. If anyone thinks they can take it, I don't mind admitting defeat directly! Let's not hurt our harmony over such a small matter!"

Sinuoli laughed and smoothed things over. With things having reached this point, the Norscan Dwarfs could no longer refuse, and they followed Sinuoli all the way outside the fortress.

Sinuoli walked in front, seemingly aimless and letting his horse roam, but in reality, his goal was clear. He wandered around and headed toward the Dimaizhilujiedian he had discovered outside the city.

"Right here, watch closely!"

Having found the right spot, Sinuoli stretched his limbs and began to remove his armor and clothes. The local clansmen familiar with his abilities naturally knew what he was going to do, while the Norscan Dwarfs were full of shock.

Could it be that this powerhouse with titles equal to his height had some unknown quirk? He promised to show off a secret move, so why did he start taking off his clothes after dragging everyone outside the city?

"Earth, grant me strength!"

Sinuoli let out a loud shout and activated Avatar of the Gods. The visitors from the north had of course heard that Sinuoli could turn into a stone statue, but they had all assumed such things that completely exceeded their imagination were metaphors or exaggerated rhetorical devices.

"Hammer, come!"

Ignoring the onlookers whose jaws had dropped, Sinuoli raised his right hand, and the Warhammer on the ground shot into his palm.