Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 171 The Dwarf's Decision

When Broto saw Brian get into the car, he blew his beard depressedly, took a sip of mulled wine from his leather wine bag, and forgot his advice not to 'drink and drive'. Reining in the horse with peace of mind, he walked towards Amastasha.

They left the Bloodstone Double Gate Fortress early in the morning, passed through sparse jungles, wastelands and trampled farmland, and bypassed the Mist Castle Fortress where the Tasha people defended the West people. Then they drove until dusk, and finally entered Armas. Tasha's territory.

After nightfall, they drove the carriages together to set up camp to rest, and ate meals by the bright campfire, while the members of the Blood Eagle Mercenary Group took the initiative to take turns on duty.

Broto looked at Brian, who had been stuck in the carriage from the beginning to the end, and after thinking about it, he decided to call him down for a few sips of hot soup.

However, just as he was about to move, he was stopped by his friend Ge Erbao, who sighed again and shook his head slightly: "Don't disturb him..."

Broto tugged at his long beard dejectedly, choosing to follow his friend's advice.

Although there were members of the mercenary group to help them watch the night, out of vigilance, he selected a few young men to assist in the defense, and severely warned them not to drink alcohol during the night watch.

As the night deepened, he found that Brian had no intention of showing up, and he faintly felt a certain energy surging in the carriage, which seemed to be exactly the same as the alchemy enchantment of equipment by Gelberg's dwarves in Thrane.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly remembered that the other party was still a wizard.

The first night from the Bloodstone Double Doors passed peacefully.

The next day, they continued on the road.

Broto's carriage was at the end of the team, and the reason why he walked the slowest was mainly to reduce the jolt of the carriage as much as possible so as not to affect Brian in the carriage.

As he gradually entered the small Tasha villages, desolate towns, and manors with strong buildings, he could clearly feel that fleeing civilians were continuously appearing.

There are old and young, big and small, barefoot girls, and women with babies in their arms. I don’t know who passed the news. Almost all of these refugees know that the Bloodstone Double-Door Fortress in the Kingdom of West Accepting refugees gave these fleeing famines the hope of surviving.

As Brian said, what human commoners care about is good weather, the health of their children, and permanent residence in summer. As long as they can live and work in peace, it is the same everywhere.

However, as a rumor spread like a plague, those who didn't have to flee famine also began to leave their homes with their families.

This rumor is that the gryphon army of the Kingdom of West is about to move south.

Because of this, many relatively well-to-do civilians and peddlers also began to walk towards the bloodstone double gate in the north. They drove horse-drawn carts or sat on carts pulled by oxen.

The goals are surprisingly consistent: the Kingdom of West in the north.

He also saw one of his colleagues, a blacksmith pushing a wheelbarrow with his full set of tools: hammer, tongs, and even an anvil.

Most had weary, watchful looks on their faces, more or less armed, and those who didn't whittled branches into clubs or fashioned them into thick walking sticks.

In this way, at least they have the power to fight against goblins and kobolds.

Early morning of the third day.

Suddenly a madman burst out of the stripped woods and yelled at them: Gnolls!Gnolls will kill you all!So many gnolls!Run away!

The crazy man's eyes were full of fear, and his body was covered in blood.

Not long after, he fell to the ground motionless.

When it came to the Jackals, the leader of the Blood Eagle Mercenary Group immediately ordered his men to investigate.

Everyone waited at the spot for half an hour. Ten mercenaries returned with more than a dozen jackal heads, and they continued on their way.

At night they found a good camp at the foot of a wild hill.

There is a small patch of old trees with intertwined roots, and there are circles of scattered boulders around the trees.

However, an accident happened.

The distant howling of wolves surrounded them, and in the dead of night, many glowing eyes could be seen peeping at their camp from the hills.

Some wolves even approached the edge of the camp, and by a gap outside the camp, a huge black wolf figure was parked, staring at them and the group.

Suddenly, the alpha wolf let out a hideous howl, as if he were the commander in chief, calling the pack to attack.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of ferocious and wild howls erupted around the camp.

A large group of wargs had quietly gathered at some point, and now they were preparing to attack them from all directions at the same time.

The tempting warg howled angrily, jumped up suddenly, and rushed towards the crowd.

In the night, there was a sharp string sound.

Mercenary Captain Tie Ying shot an arrow, and with a howl, the jumping figure fell heavily to the ground. The mercenary's arrow pierced through its throat, killing it instantly.

Unfortunately, instead of repelling the pack of wolves, this sharp arrow made them even crazier.

In the light of the campfire jumping, Broto saw many gray figures rushing towards their camp, and roughly estimated that there were at least 100 horses.

It's hard to imagine that such a huge wolf pack could be gathered.

Through the firelight, it could be seen that even the entire Blood Eagle Mercenary Group became tense.

Obviously, facing such a pack of wolves, no one can do anything.

at this time.

A dazzling flame suddenly lit up in the night, hissing and crashing into the very center of the place where the wolves gathered.

When the solidified fireball fell, nothing happened, and then...

"Boom!!!"

The fiery fireball exploded, and the violent impact accompanied by loud noise made the earth tremble faintly.

The place where the pack of wolves gathered was instantly ignited, as if the sun suddenly rose from there.

Many wolves flew into the sky in a frenzied rush, higher than even the burning flames, so that their wreckage fell here and there.

Puffs of acrid smoke lingered over the charred corpses, blowing black clouds down the hill with the wind.

The green eyes of the remaining wargs in the night disappeared all at once, and the surrounding darkness became more and more silent, and there was no roar in the sighing wind.

Looking at the shocking picture, everyone involuntarily looked at the figure standing beside the carriage.

In the fierce battle, no one noticed where Brian got out of the car and when he cast his magic.

On the fourth day, the sky was bright and morning came.

A well-dressed merchant, riding a strong chestnut-colored mare, stopped in front of Broto and offered to buy their carriage and all its goods for one-fifth of the price.

"I said friends, are you planning to go to the Twilight Forest? Don't you know about the Green Chaos and the Raiding Mercenary Group? They won't give you money if they rob you. Why don't you sell them to me? .”

Broto raised the warhammer in his hand, glared at the businessman viciously, and spat again, before the businessman walked away in despair.

Their destination is not the Twilight Forest, but a tavern called 'Farewell' at the edge of the forest. Finding the elf couple there can help them contact the elves in the forest.

Hand over the goods to the elves, and their mission is successfully completed.

At that time, you can go directly to Abrera City easily.

Thinking of this most prosperous trading port belonging to their non-human race, Broto recalled the bleak scenes of victims fleeing famine that he had seen in recent days.

Thinking of the final decision made by the Council of Elders in Abrera City, he felt that it was time for him to make the plan he had already thought about.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it's really too late.

As night fell, they continued to camp and rest.

Through the trees Broto glimpsed the swaying campfires of many other travelers.

Undoubtedly, on the daytime avenue, there is no sign of any reduction in the number of victims fleeing for refuge.

This also means that the port of Abrera, the busiest port in the entire continent, has always looked on coldly to the victims of the disaster.

Never be indifferent to the suffering of others, because no one can guarantee that you will not be the next one, he couldn't help but recall this sentence.

So he hurriedly dragged his friend Gerber to discuss noisyly in the woods for a long time, and after reaching an agreement, they walked towards Brian's carriage together.

"What's the matter?" Brian couldn't help but asked curiously when he saw the solemn expressions on their faces.

After four days of rushing, his mithril chain armor was almost finished.

Moreover, having a good-quality alchemy material like soul spar made him confident that he could raise the quality of this piece of equipment to "purple" excellence, second only to "golden" legend.

Because of this, his mood became much lighter, as if he didn't feel the tiredness caused by his tireless etching of runes.

"You talk too much, let me talk about it." The dwarf was about to speak, but Broto interrupted him, looked at Brian, and said bluntly: "Remember when I said that I will give you a piece of cake when I get to the city of Abrera?" A satisfactory answer?"

"Of course I remember." Brian nodded thoughtfully.

"The reason why I say this is mainly because I want to persuade the Council of Elders in Abrera City to give up their plan of independence and join together." Broto said:

"However, along the way, I have discovered that it is impossible for this group of stubborn old people to give up their long-planned goals. They are almost dazzled by the victory. Now I have decided that when I arrive in the city of Abrera, I will Regardless of them, I will take the initiative to withdraw from the Council of Elders, withdraw my Chamber of Commerce, and head to your Longshou Port."

Because he didn't think Abrera City could develop into an independent free trade port like Longshou Port.

Moreover, when he was dining at the Bloodstone Double-Door Fort that night, he could clearly feel the implication of Earl Ormond's words to Brian: keep him as far away from non-human races as possible, and don't get burned.

"So...you've felt it?" Brian looked at the bearded dwarf in front of him in surprise.

In fact, from the moment he learned about the cause of the famine among the Tasha people, he already understood that Abrela's Council of Elders was definitely involved.

Now it seems that his guess is correct, but it is still unclear how the Tasha people's king should face such a disaster.

But he could feel that it would definitely not make things easier for the inhuman race that Abreira became.

"That's right, I've already felt it." Broto's red face floated a touch of deep worry, "There are too many refugees in Amastacia, this is a sign of the country's subjugation, I'm afraid this will continue, their king It's going to be crazy."

"They're already doing it." The silent dwarf Gerber said, "Otherwise, how could it be possible to hire a raiding mercenary group to help them deal with the elves."

"Indeed." Brian nodded slightly.

Using this group of cruel and evil mercenaries to contain the elves in the forest means that the people of the kingdom will also suffer.

"Then let's talk about it."

Broto continued: "When we arrive at the 'Farewell' tavern tomorrow and deliver the damned goods to the elves, we will immediately return to the city of Abrera and arrange for the evacuation."

"We have about 200 dwarf blacksmiths and 50 warriors in the workshop and chamber of commerce in Abrera City, as well as nearly 100 of my dwarf compatriots."

The dwarf Ge Erbao sighed softly, and said slowly: "If everything goes well, we plan to transfer all these people to Longshou Port."

"That's no problem. I'll arrange someone to pick you up when the time comes." Brian directly agreed without thinking.

With their participation, and counting the more than 500 people of the White Crow Mercenary Group, he can almost gather a force of nearly a thousand people.

His only hope now is that Brynden can surprise him.

The second son of the Marquis received his father's support, and then exchanged that head from the Tegrila King City for the old king's aid. At least he could gain a firm foothold in the Lord's Mansion of Longshou Port, and then gradually make plans.

Moreover, he is very aware of the importance of joining this group of dwarves and dwarf craftsmen to his future.

"Bryan, then it's settled." Broto said with firm eyes:

"At that time, I will definitely use the warhammer in my hand to help you gain a firm foothold in Longshou Port. Don't worry, no one in this world can scare me. I will not run away in front of anyone. Since I have decided so If you do, you will never change your mind.

I'm not married yet, so I don't know much about children. As for my mother, well, I was raised by my deceased grandmother, and I'm not familiar with her, but I know that I have to be loyal to what I say, as usual. , I don’t talk about morality, I just know that your words, Brian, that night spoke to my heart. I also fully agree with your strength, and you are very pleasing to me. You saved my life again, helped me. Our group has sealed underground monsters, so I decided to follow you to do something big. "

"For world peace, for every intelligent race to have a pure land to live in, to ensure lasting peace in Asno Continent, and to benefit every creature in the world... To be honest, this ideal is so great that I can hardly believe it. "

The dwarf Gerber sighed softly, and muttered in a sad tone, as if the whispers that could not be dissipated for a long time in the night wind kept echoing.

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(End of this chapter)