Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 41 Griffon Knight
"Broto Firecast?" Brian said in surprise, "It's really you."

He was a short, stocky mountain dwarf with a long beard hanging down to his waist.

He wore a lynx-fur-trimmed coat and chain mail, and over it a short hooded cloak that shone gray and brown in the sun.

Brian knew that this kind of cloak was commonly used by dwarves in cloudy and cloudy weather. Because it was soaked in wood tar, the cloak had excellent waterproof performance.

The only downside is the pungent tar smell on hot sunny days.

In dwarven tradition, such cloaks are passed from father to eldest son, so only adult dwarves wear them.

Dwarves also grow their beards to their waists as a sign of adulthood, usually five years old.

The quarreling dwarves were taken aback when they heard someone calling their name, and immediately put the toll collector aside.

He turned around, stared wide-eyed, looked in the direction of the voice, and said in surprise: "Brian of Tigrila, oh, damn it, the devil and the devil! It's really you."

The dwarf Broto waved his callused right hand at Brian, and immediately ran over, the ax and flying hammer hanging on his belt made a clashing sound.

Brian went up to meet it with a smile, stretched out his hand and squeezed it hard, the strength was comparable to iron tongs.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my friend. It's a pleasant surprise for me to meet you here."

Broto greeted: "Boys, come quickly! This half-elf from Tigrila is the one I often mention to you, the Brian who helped me lift the curse of petrification. You must know that this curse is Even that stuffy gourd Gorbo can't solve it. Damn it, don't mention this, let the petrified lizard go to hell!"

Five short, strong, square-looking dwarves jumped out of the carriage and surrounded Brian to greet him familiarly.

"If I remember correctly." Brian held the calloused hands of several dwarves one by one, "You will also be accompanied by that dwarf Garbold Morning who likes to walk the birds."

"You have a good memory." Broto laughed and looked at the last carriage.

Just as the dwarf saw it, a dwarf even shorter than the dwarf, wrapped in a tabby fur cloak, just jumped out of the carriage.

On the shoulder of the dwarf, there is also a black crow squatting. From its smart eyes and smooth and bright feathers, it can be seen that it is obviously different from the wild crow on the oak tree.

The dwarf Gerber raised his head, revealing a typical long and pointed hooked nose of dwarves. He glanced at Brian, nodded slightly expressionlessly, and walked over without saying a word.

Brian, who knew the dwarf's character well, smiled and didn't care.

The dwarves and gnomes come from the dwarven kingdom of Thrane, Brotto is an excellent blacksmith, and the dwarf Gelbow is not only an engineer, but also good at fine workmanship.

At the same time, he is also the priest of the god of dwarves, Garl Flashgold.

The pen that Brian used to transcribe the scroll came from the two hands.

"Hey! Brian, who is this little white face with two horns on his head?" Broto asked curiously, noticing Mario who was following Brian.

Seeing the dwarf who had already come, Brian introduced to the dwarf: "The one who is singing is Mario Liangge, a bard, and a half-goat of the astral race."

"This grass smasher! Singer! Singer!"

The crow on the dwarf's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and screamed, startling Mario.

Brian was used to this.

"Shut your beak!" Broto snarled at the crow, "Oh, I'm sorry, this satyr with horns and singing, but this crow is as clever as it is clever, but it's too vulgar, too. I don't know who I learned from."

"It's okay, it's okay." Mario stared at the crow and smiled awkwardly.

"Varda! Why are you so blind?" Broto kicked a dwarf next to him hard on the ass, "Hurry up and bring a bucket of beer to the carriage, I want to tell my old friend Reminiscing about the past."

The dwarf who had been kicked in the ass walked towards the carriage.

Brian and the others also came to a relatively open area outside the gate.

During this period, the toll collector on guard led five or six soldiers and ran over to stop the group of people, claiming to the dwarves that non-human races could not leave the city.

With a beard and a stare, Broto took out a heavy flyweight from his belt and weighed it a few times in his hand. The toll collector immediately fled with the soldiers.

However, they sent someone to seize the carriage of Broto and his party.

They sat on the logs round the cask, and the dwarves called Vardar distributed and filled leather cups to them.

"Master Gerber, is my equipment ready?" Brian asked the dwarf after taking a sip of his beer.

Half a year ago, when he left Thrane Kingdom, he spent a lot of money to order a mithril chain armor for the dwarf, and the delivery location was set at Abrera, the "City of Wealth" in the Kingdom of Amastacia.

Now, if we happen to meet here, we naturally need to care about the progress of the equipment.

"Don't worry, it's almost finished." Broto shook his beard and said:
"The only thing left is to polish the details. There is no way. You have as many requests as there are lice in a sheepskin coat. What about the purity of mithril, the size and density of the chain links, and evenly add those rare things you provided. Strange things, I almost doubt life when I do it. Otherwise, you can sit here wearing mithril chain armor and drink with us now."

Brian smiled, but didn't answer.

Although he is a wizard who can make magic equipment, it doesn't mean he can make equipment.

So this process can only be done by others, and the dwarf and dwarf in front of him is already the blacksmith and engineer with the best casting technology he has discovered so far.

Of course, they can't be blamed for this, because Brian's requirements are indeed very demanding in pursuit of perfection.

"It's almost done! It's almost done!" screamed the crow on the dwarf's shoulder.

"When you arrive in Abrera City next time, you can deliver the goods." The dwarf said hoarsely: "Don't forget to pay the remaining fee then."

"No problem." Brian nodded slightly.

"Are you going to the city of Abrera?" Mario changed his expression, looked at the crowd, and answered.

Then he coughed and complained: "Damn! This wine is so strong! I can't even speak. What is it made of? Could it be a scorpion?"

"Master Mario, is he going with us?" Broto put the wine glass on the ground and signaled the opposite dwarf to pour the wine, "Everyone knows that poets are like lice on a dog's tail, both useless and Harmless. Of course, I seldom drag people back, and I can always find a lot of interesting places. But I just can't get used to hearing sheep bleating without disease. Walking with you is simply a torment, boys, what do you think? "

"The grass-smasher!" screamed the crow.

The stout dwarf boys laughed so hard that their beards trembled.

Suddenly, there were several resounding eagle howls from the sky.

Everyone looked up subconsciously, and saw huge monsters circling in the sky.

Brian's expression changed, as if he had guessed the identities of these big guys.

"The Griffin Knight of Thorn Castle is back, damn it! We can finally set off." Broto stood up from the log, and looked up at the sky with his neck up.

Immediately afterwards, a black spot appeared in the sky above everyone, and it became bigger and bigger.

"Why is there a pig flying in the sky?" Mario, who was the first to discover something was wrong, couldn't help being stunned.

"Damn it! That's not a pig flying, it's falling down here, run!" Broto's face changed, he dropped the wine glass in his hand, and shouted.

"The grass smasher! The pig is flying! The pig is flying!" The crow flapped its wings excitedly and screamed.

After seeing clearly that the black dot falling from the sky was a screaming wild boar, Brian cursed inwardly, and quickly got up to dodge.

(End of this chapter)