The Sun King's Evidence

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"Little brother, what's the matter with you? You don't care about your own weapons?" Clark Harsh's tone was unpleasant: "A warrior who doesn't respect his own weapons will eventually pay the price."

"Didn't I come here when I heard the news?" Ryan quickly apologized with a smile. The tempers of these dwarf rune craftsmen masters are notoriously stubborn and stubborn, because the power of runes has penetrated into their souls, and the dwarf rune craftsmen will not accept anything. Threats, they will only do what they like.

"Well, I added three runes to this pair of battle axes, namely 'Return Hand', 'Tear', and 'Bloodlust'. As for your war hammer... I'll name it Thor's Hammer according to your request. "Clark just complained out of habit. This is a problem among dwarves with long beards. The old dwarves like nothing more than complaining and chattering.

The all-silver warhammer was handed into Ryan's hands. The warhammer was about 1.8 meters in length. It was covered with various golden patterns and many dwarf marks. The hammer head of the warhammer was blunt on one side and pointed on the other. There are lightning wing patterns on both ends of the hammer head, and three rune stones are inlaid on the hammer handle.

When Ryan held it, he could feel the huge weight of the war hammer and the explosive energy surging inside the hammer. He held the hammer tightly and injected spiritual energy into the handle of the war hammer. All the golden patterns lit up until it was filled with The entire hammer body.

"Your needs are obviously different from your brother's. Your brother's weapons focus on lethality, and you obviously want your weapons to focus on armor-piercing capabilities and defensive properties, so the runes I gave you and the Flesh Cutter and The Tearer's is completely different." Clark motioned to Lane to put down the warhammer: "I added three runes to your warhammer."

"The first is 'Groni's Endurance'. A warhammer is different from a battleaxe. The most important thing is durability. The endurance rune can ensure that your warhammer can survive a long battle without much need for repair. A typical example is the Emperor of the Empire. The symbol of the Gal-Malaz warhammer, that warhammer also has this kind of rune, and the user never has to worry about maintenance."

"Very good." Ryan nodded with satisfaction.

"The second one is the 'Brave of Grimnir'. Obviously you have a special power. Dwarves are not a race good at magic, but for thousands of years we have bound the power of the wind of magic and engraved it on The same goes for weapons, for you, as long as you input your energy into this war hammer, you can also achieve the effects of energy absorption and energy cutting."

"Finally, this rune is the 'Forbidden Demon'. In battle, we will inevitably encounter enemies with powerful magical abilities, so I have attached the Forbidden Demon Rune to the head of the war hammer for you. This can target those who Enemies who use magic defense will have miraculous effects and add a huge amount of additional damage."

Ryan was shocked by this. Only the dwarves, a race that has been specializing in forging for tens of thousands of years, can integrate rune enchantment and forbidden magic.

"The weapons that your brothers asked for help from us dwarves to make have been completed. The dwarves don't owe you anything anymore, but I want to say that this cooperation is quite pleasant. If you have similar drawings and pledge money next time, I will One more trip." Looking at his work, Clark finally smiled. The president of the Rune Craftsmen Association had not smiled for a long time.

After more than five hundred years, Clark finally mastered two brand-new methods of making weapons, and also recovered a lost rune. Clark had no reason to be unhappy. He and the more than a hundred dwarf bearded men he brought from Ryan A lot of benefits have been gained here. Of course, the proud dwarf will not express his gratitude directly. There is always no problem in saying that the cooperation is pleasant.

"Master Clark, please don't leave in a hurry. Please be sure to attend my wedding. I will treat you as a distinguished guest and invite you to taste our human food and wine." Putting away the warhammer, Ryan bowed politely and said, towards this A group of dwarves issued a grand invitation.

Ryan has a great status in this country, and his reputation spreads far and wide. His invitation seemed to give the dwarves enough face, and the bearded men saw this and discussed it.

"This human being is somewhat sincere."

"Bearded men like polite humans."

"If he can kill 'Red-Eyed' Egil, he is somewhat capable, and he is also a Hammer star."

"My beard tells me this little guy has something."

Rune craftsman Clark-Harsh had originally planned to stay here for a while, because during the inspection, he found that Deron Feinson, a young rune craftsman (more than 300 years old), had a good foundation and was planning to spend some time. Taught Delong to master deeper rune engraving techniques. Since Ryan took the initiative to invite, Clark happened to be at the bottom of the steps. The white-bearded rune craftsman took advantage of the situation and said: "Since your lordship kindly invited you, the dwarf will give you a face." !”

This long-bearded dwarf settled here. Since Ryan has adopted two dwarf clans (the Angland clan of Dugan-Tiehan and the Novigreen clan of Sven-Novigreen), the dwarf has already accepted two dwarf clans. A fairly large settlement was established here, and this group of bearded dwarves had no worries about finding a place to live.

The following days were quite leisurely for Ryan. There was no war in the entire kingdom. The nobles were busy recuperating and licking their wounds, and had no time to initiate palace intrigues. This war exhausted Britannia.

The production and development in the north of the kingdom have been seriously affected. The new Duke of Lyonnais, Aldreeld, soon discovered after taking office that there was only half of the principality left under his control. The new Duke had no choice but to ask for help. The royal court and the nobles in the south asked for help. The nobles in the south did not refuse and sent a lot of food and supplies.

Another two weeks passed and autumn arrived.

The weather began to cool down, and Ryan's wedding date was getting closer and closer. The birthday of the Lake Fairy was scheduled in the late autumn. During this time, Ryan lived in a simple way. He lived peacefully according to his own pace and arranged his butler Carson. Berg and tax collector Gasparton prepare to get married.

Occasionally, he would go to the Dawn Wizard Tower to see what Teclis was teaching Veronica and Theresa, but most of them couldn't be understood by Ryan. The magic Teclis taught was too profound. After hearing it a few times, I gave up.

The warm wind of early autumn blew through the Earl of Glamorgan, and unknowingly it was the harvest season again. This year, the Earl of Glamorgan has grown to 28 villages, with a population of nearly 80,000, and has more than 1,000 standing troops and more than 100 soldiers. Knights, a team of Dwarf Musketeers and a team of Novigreen Ironbreaker Warriors.

The territory was filled with a festive atmosphere. The serfs all knew that their beloved Earl was getting married. The lowly serfs were destined not to attend the Earl's wedding ceremony, but they could still wish the Earl's marriage in their hearts.

What no one knows is that another distinguished guest has arrived who plans to attend Ryan's wedding ceremony.

Several carriages loaded with dwarf goods entered the Earl of Glamorgan. Engineer Dugan Ironhan and King of the Eight Peaks Belegar sat in the front of the carriage, looking at the golden waves of wheat along the way and enjoying the refreshing breeze. , drinking refreshing ale, quite comfortable. Behind the carriage were dozens of iron-breaking warriors and hammer warriors. They were Angrond's sworn bodyguards and Belegar's most loyal subordinates.

"Cheers~" Dugan took out the mug, filled up the malt wine for Belle, filled it up for himself, and then drank a full gulp: "Happy hour, one glass to our ancestors Grannie! One glass to our Angron The first king of the De clan, Luen-Iron Hammer!”

"Come! Dugan! Ale!" Dugan-Tiehan's support greatly eased Belegar's dilemma. He felt much more relaxed. After the remaining clan members were settled, the King of Eight Peaks took this opportunity. After going out for a walk, Belega took the initiative to explain to Rorek that he wanted to contact humans. Relying on Dugan Tiehan's leadership, Belega followed him to Ryan's territory.

"Tons, tons, tons~" After another glass of malt wine, Belega burped, thinking that he hadn't drank malt wine so happily for a long time.

So cool!

"The Count is a very capable man. Ever since he took us dwarves in, I have known about his talents and strategies, especially his ability to fight. Needless to say, the heavy cavalry team led by the Count himself is even more powerful in combat." Du Gen-Tiehan continued: "Whenever we fight side by side with the Earl's army on the battlefield, we no longer have to worry about enemies bypassing our flanks and behind. We only need to use our muskets to shoot as much as we want."

"Heavy cavalry..." Belega's eyes lit up, and he touched his white beard: "I heard that the knights of Britannia are known as the first heavy cavalry in the old world. They are stronger than the knights of the empire. I don't know. Do you have a chance to see it this time?"

"There must be a chance." Dugan took out the toasted whole-wheat bread with vegetables and ham inside, and ate it deliciously: "But I have something unpleasant to say first, Belega, you are our king. With your noble status, the count will definitely see you, but I hope you don’t..."

"I know, I know." Belega sighed in a low voice: "Duggan, I still want to thank you this time. If it weren't for you sending several large carts of things, we still don't know how we would survive this winter. I really don't know. I’m so embarrassed to speak to Lorek again.”

"Belega...I told you when you went out for the expedition, after decades of accumulation, an army of 8,000 people is not enough to regain the Eight Peaks Mountain." Dugan also sighed: "The army is too small. Not to mention Skarsnik of the Evil Moon Clan, even the Black Orc army under Skarsnik has more than a thousand people, and even if we really regain the Eight Peaks Mountain from the Evil Moon Clan, we still have to defend it. Don’t stop it, there are still Quik and his army of ratmen below the Leyline Network.”

"Komanik also has the same opinion. Now we must first find a way to capture a city, restore production, and then gather the separated tribesmen." Belega looked at the prosperous plains, a little lost: "We don't have many chances. If we continue like this, Clan Angrond will be crushed by hatred."

After listening to Belegar's words, Dugan knew that the King of the Eight Peaks Mountain would never give up the cause of regaining the Eight Peaks Mountain no matter what. He could not persuade him any more. Several carriages moved along the road, the axles turning back and forth, and the dwarves asked the earl. The tall windmills, mills, fertile land and workshops in the territory are amazing.

"It's pointed ears!" A stubborn dwarf with a long beard saw the figure of the elf: "There are pointed ears here! And there are a lot of them!"

"That one seems to be a high elf?!"

"Oh! What a bad luck. Why are there so many elves here?"

"I get annoyed when I see them!"

The Oath of Angrond's bodyguards complained loudly that it was normal for dwarves not to like elves.

The road gradually became congested. Too many carriages and pedestrians filled the originally wide road. The dwarf convoy was forced to slow down, and ended up colliding with a group of elves.

Dwarves don't like elves, and elves also see the dwarves.

Both sides were indifferent and did not even say hello. They went their separate ways. The large group of motorcades moved in an orderly manner, but everything was peaceful.

…………

Mannann Dry Dock, Beaudelux, the capital of the Duchy of Bordeaux, Britannia.

A fleet from the empire is entering the port. The sails of the large sailboat are painted with blue coats of arms and white wolf heads, and there is also a battle flag of a white wolf flying with a warhammer.

"It's Boris Todbringer, Elector of Wallrich and Grand Duke of Middenland, who has arrived." Duke Bordero, Bodrick, said to Sir Hulf next to him: "It looks like there are still some white spots left. Axel Gris, the grand leader of the Wolf Knights, please go to the pier to greet me."

Bo Derek and Boris didn't have much friendship, and their relationship was average. Boris didn't have as much respect as Tigris, so Bo Derek thought it would be fine if he meant it.

"Yes! My Duke." Sir Wolf was about to step forward to greet Duke Bodrick, but he quickly left and returned: "Duke, Ryan's adoptive parents are here too!"

"What?!" Bo Derek took a closer look. Sure enough, the heavily armed Elector Boris and the Grand Master of the White Wolf Knights, Axel Gris, were supporting a thin old nobleman and a man respectively. The white-haired old lady led them off the boat step by step: "Sir Norman, Mrs. Norman, slow down."

The little old man with a red nose, who was almost completely bald in the middle and only had a few hairs on the sides, had obviously never been on a ship. His face was pale and his steps were unsteady. With the help of Elector Boris, he stepped off the ship with great fear: "No, Sir Boris, you really don't know what I should do. You are the candidate, and I am just a country bumpkin from Nord!"

"What's the point? Ryan and I are as close as brothers, and you are my elder! Your Excellency Norman." Boris had a smile on his face. Yes, normally the status of an elector is higher than that of a country bumpkin in the Nordic countryside. The lord is five levels higher, but Norman has a good son, and this little old man deserves Boris's courtesy.

Who in the current Nord Kingdom doesn’t know that Norman’s son is Lion Malcador? That strong man from the sanctuary who can even chop down 'Red-Eyed' Egil? Even King Harald Frank of Nord respects Norman, and it is understandable that Boris does this to build a relationship.

White Wolf Yurik even issued an oracle, asking Boris to take the Normans to White Wolf City for retirement.

"They are really Ryan's adoptive parents!" Bo Derek couldn't calm down now: "Let's go! Knight Poseidon, come with me to welcome Ryan's parents!"

"yes!"

Duke Bodrick led a large group of Poseidon knights to personally greet the adoptive parents of Axel, the elector Boris and the grand leader of the White Wolf Knights, and Ryan, and arranged for them to stay in the castle. The Duke stood on the dock with an expression on his face. He said to himself complicatedly: "Even the elector of the empire is here..."

There was a very unpleasant sound of footsteps coming from behind him. The sound of footsteps did not sound like a human voice at all, but like the sound of some wooden spikes piercing the ground directly.

"Why did you show up at this time?" Duke Bodrick did not turn around. He just stood there. Behind him appeared a woman wearing a red headscarf, a tattered shirt and shorts, and holding a trident. .

This woman is very special. Her legs do not have human legs and feet below the calves, but are made of wooden prostheses.

"Father ordered me to come to you. I need your help, Father's chosen champion and Poseidon's prince, Bodric de Bordero."

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