There seems to be something wrong with ninjutsu in medieval warhammer

"Cough ha!..."

In the end, the patriarch of the dwarf, whose feet were embedded in the ground, still couldn't hold on and flew upside down again.

The tauren who fell into madness began to attack and destroy everything around them indiscriminately. A few young short-bearded men who couldn't help watching their patriarch being beaten and turned around to support them became the first scapegoats.

The thick spear poking at the tauren was like a slender chopstick, and was broken by the tauren with a single punch.

The short beards who took out their axes and hammers followed in the footsteps of their patriarchs within a few moves.

At this time, the dwarves have just risen, the use of runes is far from reaching its peak, and gunpowder is even gone.The main method of combat is still to rely on rock-solid formation, tenacious willpower and inexhaustible energy to defeat opponents in positional warfare.

Unpretentious but quite effective.

The dense heavy arrows were shot at the body of the tauren, but the tauren who had entered a state of madness unexpectedly resisted more than a dozen heavy arrows, enough to kill the razor beast with one blow.

Facing the approaching tauren generals, the crossbowmen who were responsible for spotting and killing powerful enemies had to allocate a lot of hands to rush towards the tauren.

Suddenly, the tauren, who was about to continue killing, stopped his injured movements, and his ferocious and crazy face recovered a little calm.

The powerful aura made the dwarven crossbowmen, who were never afraid of the tauren, feel chills down their backs.

……

Carter, half-closed, sat up from the cart.

"Forehead……"

Feeling that his body was about to be torn apart, his expression instantly became ferocious, and a terrifying murderous aura emerged from his wide-open eyes.

The blue eyes in the past have now turned into terrifying golden vertical pupils.

"Um... ah..."

Carter, who was a little confused, felt a threat. He resisted the violent sense of disobedience and physical discomfort, stood on the ground, and stared at the tauren warrior with his golden vertical pupils.

"Body... what's wrong..."

He felt as if a cow had been forcibly stuffed into his body, and the muscles all over his body felt like they were about to explode.

This feeling of irritability made Carter make a rather reckless decision that he would never make on weekdays.

He basically didn't have any chakra reserves in his body, and when he was very unwell, he rushed towards the tauren warrior with his bare hands.

"Ahhh!!!"

Seeing his actions, a dwarf subconsciously stretched out a hand to stop the tall and thin wooden pole, lest he die and disturb the formation of his companions.

As a result, the iron arm, which can lift hundreds of kilograms of objects on weekdays, was bounced away effortlessly the moment it touched Carter.At the same time, there was a sharp pain in his arm, as if what he had just touched was not flesh, but steel.

When there were still five meters away from the tauren, Carter subconsciously jumped forward.

Instead of relying on magic and chakra, relying purely on the strength of his legs, he made a full blow with his right arm, and shot out like a cannonball.

"Roar!!!"

The tauren, who was suppressed by the aura, seemed to be completely irritated when he saw that someone dared to jump up and attack with his bare hands. He threw his instinctive fear to the back of his head, heavily stretched his left arm back to the mechanism, and then swung forward heavily , met Carter's blow.

"boom!"

The result was beyond everyone's expectations. The tauren's left arm facing Carter's right hand, like a cracked egg shell, began to crack layer by layer from the skin, and it cracked completely within a second.

The flesh and blood spread all over Carter's body like a watermelon smashed open by a baseball.

The unbelievable tauren didn't realize what had just happened until Carter landed and the pain began to spread to his brain.

"Roar!!!!"

Even if falling into madness can greatly reduce its pain perception, the pain of losing its left arm in an instant still made the Tauren warrior gasp, kneel down, and twitch in pain.

The arrogance that seemed to be in no one's land a minute ago disappeared without a trace, leaving only endless embarrassment.

Carter, who landed on the ground, continued to slide for more than two meters before exhausting the kinetic energy brought by the jump.

With a puzzled face, he looked at his fist, turned half of his body and turned to look at the tauren general.

"What did I...do?"

Having just regained a little sanity, he realized what a bizarre thing had just happened.

He half took off his gauntlet suspiciously, ignoring the fighting sounds still coming from around him, wanting to see what kind of mutation appeared on his right arm.

"tear……"

Carter, whose pupils shrank slightly, took a breath, and he saw scales on his right arm.

After he took off the gauntlet, these scales began to disappear quickly, allowing the normal skin to reappear.

"Guru..."

Carter, who realized something was wrong, quickly gathered the chakra, picked up a hatchet from the ground, poured it all in one go, and threw it at the back of the tauren warrior's head without hesitation.

"Paz!" The bursting brains, broken bones, and blood instantly stopped the tauren's huge body from wriggling, and the ugly screams also disappeared.

After dealing with the biggest threat, Carter sat down in disbelief.

After a short inspection, he discovered a horrible thing.

He couldn't remember what happened the moment he rushed into the portal, but he was sure of one thing now.

【Galrosh is inside me...】

Chapter 271 The City of Valaya

On the swaying cart, Carter, who took off his heavy armor and put on a shirt and chain mail, stared at the white sky without knowing what he was thinking.

"This guy blows up a beastman of that level with a single punch. No wonder he is covered in the blood of those filthy creatures."

"Are all these guys who have traveled across the ocean so strong?"

The talking of the dwarves around them, even though they were quiet by their standards, still sounded like loud noises to Carter.

Looking at the strong arm without any fat or blemish, like a sculpture, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

A pensive Carter sat up from the cart, propping himself up on one arm and leaning on his left foot with the other.

"cold, gngn"

Since waking up to now, in just one day, Carter has already eaten two smoked lamb legs, a full seven or eight kilograms of food, and more than a dozen liters of water due to the abundance of food.

Every time the food was sucked into his stomach by the storm, he felt that his strength was a little stronger.

There is a dragon living in his body, as long as the energy can keep up and fully develop the potential, Carter has a feeling that he can smash a ten-meter boulder with his bare hands.

At this time, a whole day has passed since being attacked by the tauren war gang.In addition to Carter, there were also several seriously injured dwarves, including Patriarch Barba, who was also lying on the cart and being dragged away by his clan.

The Barba clan had left the forest, returned to the vast plain, and headed for a main city located at the foot of an isolated mountain on the plain.

The materials transported by the convoy are exactly for the city.

"I heard that the adults are teaching all the clans how to use magical powers."

"We dwarves are very fortunate to have her instruction."

"goddess!"

After a whole day without much rest, the dwarves who had driven hundreds of kilometers were chatting happily at this time. The watchtowers and buildings that appeared around them from time to time indicated that the barbarism had gone and they had officially entered the world. A safe place where dwarven civilization can radiate.

From time to time, the dwarven rangers and patrols that emerge from the underground fortress will drive away all ground-to-ground creatures that are not of scale.

For this medium-sized armed caravan, apart from routine inspections of documents, the patrols and rangers did not conduct too many inquiries.

Dwarves who are naturally extremely resistant to magic and spiritual attacks, unless they stay in areas where the wind of chaos is strong for decades or hundreds of years, it is difficult for them to be corrupted by chaos, so the dwarves on the patrol team are basically He would not doubt the dwarves of the same family, and his vigilance did not seem very high.

On the contrary, Carter on the cart was interrogated many times. After inspection by a patrol captain with rune props, he was allowed to continue to the city of Valaya under the guarantee of Patriarch Barba.

"Walaya, I can actually see this legendary existence with my own eyes. If I'm lucky enough to see other dwarf gods on my way home, I can also see them. Elves are really a wonderful race. If I can After living through this catastrophe, facing the dwarves who will be thousands of years later, even if you don’t call me ancestor, you have to treat me respectfully.”

The huge dwarf statue, which is tens of meters high, stretches out a palm facing the front of the city gate, which means that all the dwarves who come to the city of Valaya have to honestly consider themselves as students, No feat or glory can compare to the dignity of the goddess Varaya.

Patriarch Barba yelled loudly to an official in charge of handling the goods. The super loud yelling made Carter, who was more than ten meters away, feel his head buzzing.

If three women are equal to five hundred ducks quacking together, then one dwarf is worth three women.

Not to mention the goods transfer area at the gate of the city, dozens of dwarves were yelling loudly, handing in the supplies they brought to get paid, the noisy environment was more shocking than a group of old women arguing.

"Very good, as in the contract, nothing less, you and your clan are very trustworthy, you are such a good beard!"

The official, wearing a tall hat, handed a box full of gold coins to Patriarch Barba with a loud laugh.

There are countless gold coins with the same shape and a purity of up to 99%, each of which is engraved with a different code.

Only the dwarves in the world can do it. Gold coins with specific numbers are created by hand and human brain, and comparison tables are kept in libraries in major cities and updated regularly.

This kind of technical ability and patience can only be possessed by dwarves.

Patriarch Barba didn't seem to care much when he got the box full of gold coins. Instead, he continued to look at the officials with a smile until he took out a smaller box that could barely hold a single gold coin.

"This is the pledge money that belongs to you to complete this escort. Lord Valaya will not treat any dwarves who work for her badly!"

Carter, who was more than ten meters away, heard that it was the pledge gold, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances. The patriarch Barba happily opened the small box, and after opening it, he looked left and right very rarely, and it was very precious after confirming that there was no problem. Put it in your arms.

After leaving most of the weapons in the custody house outside the city, Patriarch Barba waved his hand to let the healthy clansmen enter the city, and he took several wounded clansmen to the hospital outside the city.

"Tall, you, go in, buy, everything, and finally, I'll pay!"

He finally left with peace of mind after he made Carter understand what he meant by making comparisons and drawings.

If Carter hadn't made a sudden move to quickly deal with the crazy Tauren general, the Barba clan would have suffered unnecessary losses.

Although the dwarves are famous for holding grudges, they are also a kind of grateful race, and they will reciprocate whether it is kindness or hatred.

After crossing the huge gate of the city of Valaya, which did not match the height of the dwarves at all, Carter, with an iron plate hanging around his neck, entered a whole new world.

As one of the few cities that are not built underground, Carter just stepped into the city of Waraya, and a wave of heat made Carter close his eyes, and the next second there was the sound of banging irons around him.

One road leads directly to the entire city, and can accommodate eight carriages in parallel. Countless blacksmith shops burn huge amounts of high-temperature coal to forge high-quality armor, weapons, and various tools.

The thick black smoke is diluted and released into the air through a complex exhaust system.

This advanced smoke extraction system has prevented the entire city from becoming London, the smog capital of another world.

"This is really a city of blacksmiths!"

Chapter 272 Learning and Invitation

The city of Valaya is very lively, but for Carter, it is at best a novelty, not a big scene.

Dwarves' buildings are generally magnificent, but lack enough breath of life. This is Carter's long-standing impression, but the city of Valaya is obviously an exception.

Sitting outside a tavern, eating barbecue and drinking beer, Carter was observing the dwarves around him, and he also became a scenic spot and was pointed at by passing dwarves.

"Tsk, it feels so bad not to understand. Even if I want to go back, I have to learn the dwarf language first, otherwise I don't know how to get this way."

Looking at the dwarves around him, Carter muttered in a low voice as he munched on the roast leg of lamb.

He only knows the approximate location of the city of Valaya. He is completely blind to the geography of the old world. The geography knowledge he learned from words and games is very unreliable and distorted. Over the next month, Carter knows this very well after suffering several losses.

Even if he doesn't seek a dwarf guide, he still needs to obtain a reliable map from the dwarf. To understand the map, he can't expect the dwarf to have someone who understands Elvish to translate it into understandable text.

At this time, the two races of the elite and the dwarf had almost no contact except for observing each other from a distance near the coast.

He touched the money bag in his pocket, which was full of currency in circulation in the kingdom of elves. Although he had not started trading with the dwarves, the gold content in these gold coins was still very high. He believed that the dwarves would not reject the golden coins.

The dwarves in this world are not obsessed with gold coins, but they are almost there. Some clans can stay underground for decades without being disturbed by outsiders.Even if there is no actual demand for minerals, and no one buys them, even if they are just piled up in the warehouse, they still enjoy it.

After making up his mind, Carter paid the bill (the store confiscated it), and inquired all the way back to the hospital where Patriarch Barba was. Something like a pass that would allow him to buy things and rent accommodation as part of the Barba clan.

Although most dwarves are very trustworthy and will not slaughter people just because you are a foreigner, this does not prevent the enthusiastic patriarch from letting the elves know about the prices in the city through simple and practical methods.

"The price of dwarves is sky-high. Dozens of golden maple leaves, which are enough for me to live in luxury in Ulthuan for a year, are only enough to live here for three months?"

After calculating his assets a little bit, Carter said in amazement.

Except for the time when he first crossed, Carter hardly bothered about money. Ever since he became a speculator in the capital and made a fortune by buying low and selling high, he has never been short of funds, let alone fighting chaos. The Luskia booty brought by the gang will be sold to the chamber of commerce for income.

……

After sending away the middle-bearded dwarf from the real estate agent, Carter sat down on a chair that didn't fit the figure of an elf.

Looking at the graphic version of the elementary dwarf language book that he just bought, his head is huge.

The dwarven characters, which are completely different from the Elvish language, each look boxy, and you can't even tell the difference if you don't distinguish them carefully.

However, in order to be able to go home as soon as possible, the elves who can't teleport magic can only bite the bullet and start learning.

Accompanied by the hustle and bustle of the busy city outside the window and the sound of iron strikes, the learning journey of the bitter elves begins.