The Sun King's Evidence

Ryan frowned. His war hammer was also broken. He also needed a new weapon. The Nemesis was half a hand sword and was often not suitable for use against heavily armored enemies. He also needed a new war hammer.

"That is the master rune lord of Karaz-a-Karak, Clark the Harsh One." Deron pushed the drawing back to Ryan and Angron: "If it is him, he can definitely make it."

"Then can we ask him to build weapons for us?" Angron's hope rekindled, he was in great need of weapons.

"It's difficult. Clark Harsh is the dwarf rune lord and the president of the dwarf rune craftsman association. He is more than a thousand years old and has not been down the mountain for more than five hundred years." Dwarf engineer Dugan- Tiehan was drinking mushroom soup and said with some slurred speech: "He is so stubborn that it is unbearable. Can you give him something to get him down the mountain?"

"Isn't this blueprint good?" Ryan pointed to the blueprint on the table: "We are willing to share the technology of making this kind of weapon with our dwarf friends for free."

"Oh! That's about 30% sure." Rune craftsman Delon Feinson smiled. After seeing this kind of drawing, the dwarf craftsman made up his mind that Ryan must share it. He was still worried about how to ask for it. , but Ryan took the initiative and said: "But that's not enough. Sir Ryan, friend of the dwarves, you have to understand that dwarves can't just use raw materials for craftsmanship."

The implication is that dwarves still need to be paid for their work.

Ryan and Angron looked at each other. Fortunately, they were prepared.

"Ding~" Angron grabbed a big bag and placed it on the table.

It was full of golden pledge gold, and it looked like there were one or two hundred of them!

"Is it enough?" Angron tried to ask.

"... Mr. Angron, where did you get so much pledge money?" Deron and Dugan both opened their mouths.

"I picked them up. Ryan went on an expedition and I cleaned up the Gray Mountains." Angron took out the heads of several more green-skinned warlords.

"... Mr. Angron, I think if you had been here, Bafeng Mountain would not have fallen." Dugan seemed to have remembered something sad. He drank Bagman beer and slurred: "You brothers It’s a drop of beef~ Lord Llane killed the chosen champion of Khorne, Egil, which shocked the old world. Mr. Angron, you killed the greenskin warlord with ease. I’ve been wondering who your father is. ?”

"Haha~ If there is so much pledge money, it should be enough, right?" Angron did not answer the dwarf's question. He only focused on his axe.

"Enough. With so many words, Master Clark will definitely go down the mountain. Guys with long beards all know that Master Clark is famous for his stubbornness. He is stubborn and will never go down the mountain without sufficient conditions, but his stubbornness is enough for him to Come down the mountain immediately after seeing these things." Deron saw that Angron didn't want to say anything, and the dwarf rune craftsman took over: "I really have you, Mr. Angron, don't worry, if Master Clark takes action, you will get it. The weapons will definitely be ready.”

"Very good!" Angron finally nodded with satisfaction: "Then I'll trouble you to inform you."

After the discussion, several people relaxed and continued drinking. Angron obviously preferred Kislev's spirits and dwarf dark beer in terms of alcoholic beverages, so Bagman beer suited his taste very well. Angron even After spending money to buy several barrels and drinking them slowly, the World Eater Primarch sacked several greenskin fortresses in succession and accumulated astonishing wealth. Ryan sometimes wondered whether Angron was richer than himself.

"You can't make money as quickly as you can rob it." These were Angron's exact words: "If you need money, come to me, brother."

Ryan has no special hobby for wine. Whether it is beer, wine or wood elf fruit wine, he can taste it well.

Emilia couldn't stand it anymore. The little maid in her early twenties took a small sip, and her pretty face wrinkled up. Although the Bagman beer was refreshing, the concentration was very high, and Emilia was obviously Not used to drinking.

"Amelia, can't you drink?" Ryan held Amelia's little hand with a smile: "If you can't drink, you don't have to drink."

"Uh~ I'm sorry, I can't eat a little bit." Today, Emilia was wearing a silky-colored transparent princess skirt and a goose-yellow chiffon shirt. The girl tied her long golden hair into a beautiful princess hairstyle. She was originally very happy to follow Ryan out alone, but now she really can't get used to drinking this kind of beer, and she can't get used to eating dwarf food.

"It's okay, Miss Amelia." Ryan wanted to say something more, but Deron laughed: "You can't get used to it, so I asked the bartender to pour some butterbeer and told him to put less salt in the food."

"No, it doesn't matter." Ryan shook his head. He took Emilia's hand and took out a bottle of wood elf fruit wine and wood elf jam bread: "Emilia, you can eat this."

"Well! Ryan, thank you!" Emilia was very happy. The girl stuttered very elegantly, maintaining aristocratic etiquette, which was a bit out of place in a dwarf bar. Dugan laughed repeatedly when he saw this: "They have pointed ears. Something? This reminds me of the story in the history book, that is, the Battle of Longbeard... You humans recorded it this way. We prefer to call it the Battle of Revenge. In short, it was before this war, when the elves and dwarves were still allies. At that time, the elf ambassador brought a barrel of the highest-grade elf wine to the Eternal Peak to present to the High King to represent their friendship, and His Majesty the High King gave the ambassador the top-grade dwarf dark beer."

"What's the result?" Ryan asked with interest.

"It turned out to be a very painful experience for both parties." Dugan sneered: "The so-called fine wine brewed by the elves is simply tasteless sour water when drunk by us dwarves. The High King used an ax to split the barrel. This action made the elf ambassador feel unhappy, and then the High King held back his nausea and pinched his nose to swallow the sour water."

"Similarly, the dark beer we brewed was intolerable to the elf. The elf gushed out just halfway through the drink. In the end, he barely drank the dark beer. Later, someone saw the elf on the patio behind the guest room. I vomited for a long time, oh, yes, I remembered, that ambassador was Malekith, the son of the first Phoenix King and the Witch King who later caused the elves to split."

"Hahahaha~" Everyone in the dwarf bar laughed loudly: "So, human friends can still understand us!"

Ryan and others also laughed endlessly. Indeed, whether it is the food of dwarves or the wine of elves, humans can accept it and enjoy the delicious food. The difference is between dwarves and elves.

"By the way, Mr. Dugan, you have been mentioning Bafeng Mountain before. I remember that your clan name is very similar to your brother's name? Can you tell us your story?" Ryan tried to ask about what happened before. Dugan and the story of the dwarves he brought with him were intrigued.

"Yes, the name of our clan is the Angland clan, and it is indeed very similar to Mr. Angland's name." Dugan thought for a moment and felt that there was nothing to hide: "Since Mr. Ryan wants to know, then I will Let me tell you our story.”

"Thank you very much! Mr. Dugan!" Amelia held Ryan's big hand, her face flushed, and she wanted to hear the story.

"When the Old Saints created the world, the race created immediately after the elves were the dwarves. At that time, under the leadership of the three ancestors Gruni, Grimnir, and Valaya, the dwarves had already He took root in the Roof Mountains of the World and established his own civilization. Karak-eight peaks was the first city of the dwarves. The establishment of this city was even more impressive than the ancestral dwarf capital, Karaz-a-Karak. It’s even earlier than the establishment of the Eternal Peak as you say.”

"Bafeng Mountain was once the second largest city of the dwarves after the Eternal Peak. The ancestors created an extremely glorious civilization there. At that time, everyone believed that it was protected by the eight peaks and had as many as a dozen defensive bunkers. The Eight Peaks Mountain and the city wall will never fall... until more than two thousand years ago, that time that our clan cannot forget."

Dugan paused for a moment after finishing speaking. He seemed to be holding back something, and a strong emotion was about to burst out. He tried to speak, but his mouth opened, and he finally continued the story: "But Bafeng Mountain We are facing a problem, that is, we have too many underground mines and leyline networks that are too complicated. After thousands of years of development, even the rune craftsman with the longest beard cannot remember hundreds of messy leyline networks. Wherever it will lead, just like this, by chance, the miners dug out the leyline network leading to the Skaven Empire."

"We fought hard, eliminated the hordes of demonic rats, and successfully controlled the siege of the city by the demonic rats. However, not long after, Bafeng Mountain encountered a large group of greenskin attacks, and the dwarves had to face both the rat and greenskin attacks. Attacking, fighting on both sides, the ancestors gradually couldn't hold on. Even so, we still persisted for more than a hundred years. In the end, we sealed the sacred temple and treasure deep in the mountains..."

Dugan didn't say anything else, but Ryan knew that Bafeng Mountain still fell: "So your clan was scattered?"

"No, about 100,000 dwarves from the Eight Peaks Mountains at that time withdrew and formed our Anglande clan. For the next two thousand years, our Anglande clan wandered in the mountains like this, losing all the honor of the clan. He took his family members into exile and begged for work, and tried his best to regain the Eight Peaks Mountain." Dugan sighed and shook his head: "Each generation of kings of the Anglande clan vowed to regain the Eight Peaks Mountain and restore the glory of their ancestors, but they have no idea. All doubts have failed, and the population of the clan continues to decrease. When Belegar became the king of the Angrond clan three hundred years ago, we still had about 30,000 clan members."

"Belegar-the Hammer, I have heard his name." Angron said.

"Well, our king, Belegar Iron Hammer." Dugan Iron Man nodded: "From eighty years ago to now, Belegar has organized two expeditions, and the second expedition even got the help of the High King. , but all that is left to us is bad news. Not long ago, Belegar launched the third expedition. He summoned a large number of Kingdom refugees and other Kingdom warriors to form an expeditionary force of about 8,000 people. But I have no idea about the expedition. Bafeng Mountain is tired. The tribesmen and I who came to your territory don't want to make such useless efforts. I mean... If I can recover Bafeng Mountain, then I will definitely do it, but these existing armies cannot succeed. ... Mr. Ryan, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand." Ryan's eyes lit up, and he vaguely caught something.

Is there anything he can do?

…………

What no one knew was that while they were chatting about the Angland clan in the Longbeard Tavern, they were located in the south of the empire, across the border princedom, and the famous dwarf city Sebarak-Haimen Pass.

It was a bad place.

The Badlands is the general name for a vast, desolate region of arid plains and scorching deserts between the towering World's Edge Mountains and the shores of Black Bay, the southernmost tip of the Old World. This is the largest green-skinned active area besides the black land, and there are also many relics of lost civilizations.

If you venture into the badlands, you must defend your life with the weapons in your hands. Safe travel here is impossible. Even those brigades escorted by heavily armored soldiers cannot guarantee safety, and there are no residents in this cruel and desolate area. There is no food source to settle, and even the water source is severely polluted. Any army trying to enter this terrible land will suffer astonishing losses.

However, there is still an endless stream of human and dwarf expeditions eager to enter the badlands, because there once was a glorious civilization here. The Kingdom of Strige, one of the five major vampire families, once established a splendid civilization here (it was finally destroyed by Greenland). In the golden age of the dwarves, there were countless dwarf forts here (finally destroyed by the green skins). Countless treasures and wealth in the past are waiting for those who come after them.

Five or six thousand years ago, the golden age of the dwarves once multiplied and built forts in large numbers at the southern end of the Roof of the World Mountains in the Badlands. Nowadays, these forts have fallen into the hands of the greenskins. Many dwarf expeditionary forces have tried to recapture the dwarf forts, but There are many failures and few successes. Even if the greenskins can be driven away for the time being, these creatures will soon come back and launch a fierce siege on the dwarves again and again.

But now, a new army of dwarves is coming, marching in the wasteland.

This army consists of a team of hammer warriors, a team of bearded warriors, several teams of dwarf rangers and large groups of dwarf miners, dwarf warriors, and of course groups of dwarf crossbowmen and dwarf musketeers, as well as the dwarves' most proud cannons.

More than eight thousand dwarf troops spread across the wilderness, advancing slowly but surely. Not far away, surrounded by clouds and mountains, the road to Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain was open.

Wearing a blue dwarf's enchanted vibranium plate armor, holding the Hammer of Angrond, and holding the Shield of Resistance, the leader of the Angrond clan, the self-proclaimed King of the Eight Peaks, Belegar-Ironhammer, is standing in front of his ancestors. On the rune stone, he delivered his speech to the dwarf army, and he hit his shield hard with the hammer.

"Dangdang~"

"Dwarf brothers, refugees from the Angland clan, and warriors from other dwarf kingdoms!"

"Damn greenskins and ratmen, these evil creatures destroyed our homeland and turned our people into refugees! However, they cannot destroy our will!"

"All the suffering we have endured will make us more united, stronger, and more determined, and in the name of Gruni and Valaya, we return once again to the foothills of Karak-Eight Peaks!"

"In two thousand years of conquest, we have lost many relatives and friends! In two expeditions, we have lost countless brothers and sisters!"

"But all this suffering did not knock us down. Now we are back with hatred and anger!"

"Now! Let us take back everything we have lost and take back the territory of our ancestors!"

"The third expedition to Bafeng Mountain has begun!"

updated! Lord Belle is here!