Warhammer Throne

When Lion arrived at the dwarven blacksmith's workshop on the banks of Chinon, Anglang and the others were already there.

A large group of long-bearded dwarves are gathering in the blacksmith's workshop. They are visiting the equipment built by Deron Feinsen, nagging and talking endlessly. The most important thing is to complain that the materials that should be available are not very complete. Then he complained about the poor effect of the hydraulic stamping device, then complained about the poor quality of the anvil and hammer, and finally complained that the lunch provided by Ryan was not good.

Some dwarves say that the meat is too old and not well done.

Some dwarves said that the meat was too tender, bloodshot, and not chewy.

Some dwarves say that the meat is not old and tender, and has no special features.

Let Katzenberg, the butler in charge of the reception, sweat profusely, and was overwhelmed by these long-bearded dwarfs.

What no one knows is that these long-bearded dwarves are actually quite satisfied with this blacksmith's workshop, but it is the habit of these long-bearded elderly people to pick bones in eggs, because for dwarves, they are absolutely unacceptable in technology and engineering. Being overwhelmed by humans, even dwarves hired by humans can't do it!

The president of the Dwarf Runecraftsman Association Clark-Harshman is not much to say. Many of his white beards have fallen to the ground. Clark carefully looked at the drawings and said nothing.

As the oldest rune artisan master and association president among the dwarves, Clark-Harshman, has always been a talkative person, or a master-level rune artisan.

"The full barrel of beer doesn't say a word, and the half barrel of beer sloshes straight."

——Dwarf proverb, describing those who are not good at learning but also like to show off their skills and knowledge

"How about? Mr. Dwarf, can I do with my weapon?" Anglang asked expectantly at Clark-Sterner.

The World Devourer was wearing a dwarf enchanted mithril plate armor. Anglang, who was more than two meters tall, looked very tall in front of Clark, who was only 1.5 meters tall. Clark was forced to raise his head and talk to Anglang: " This kind of weapon, this level of weapon...you really think too easily, this level of weapon is for dwarves..."

"For the dwarf?" Anglang heard his heart cold. He complained in his heart that the emperor didn't give him weapons, which made him go to the dwarf in a low voice.

"For the dwarf...Of course it's not a problem!!!" Clark flushed, and he stretched out his hand and slapped it firmly on the big table. A huge handprint was directly photographed by him on a wooden table: "Very well, this is a brand new technology and rune engraving method that I have never seen before! After more than five hundred years, I finally have a new challenge!"

"Great!" Anglang finally smiled. He saw Ryan come in and said happily: "Brother, we finally have our weapons."

"Very good!" Ryan couldn't help himself. He respectfully gave the Clark-Severe knightly courtesy: "Thank you very much, Master Clark!"

"You don't need to thank me, I will go down because of the drawings and pledges you promised." Clark did not respond to the gratitude of Anglang and Ryan. The master is more than a thousand years old and has appeared in his life. Too many things: "I have accepted the drawing, what about the pledge?"

"Here" Angelang took out a big bag, which was full of pledge money.

"Yeah." Clark turned his head and motioned for the dwarf to go up and check.

A long-bearded man came up and took the big bag from Anglang's hand. He cut it directly with a sharp blade, and a large amount of dwarf oath gold spilled out and all fell on the ground.

"What do you mean? Mr. Dwarf?" Anglang was a little dissatisfied, which was obviously a distrust of him.

"We have paid a lot for mankind, Mr. Anglang, but not all mankind treats us sincerely. In order to avoid some unpleasant things, we need to settle in advance, and pay for the goods." Clark-The Severe I carried my doomsday anvil in the middle of the workshop and started to ignite, lighting up the huge forge. The magical wind ignited in the gold-top and ash-based forge, and the dwarven rune craftsmen stirred the bellows and brought several large basins of water. , Pushing coal with a trolley.

This doomsday anvil is the most precious treasure of the dwarf clan. It has been passed down from ten thousand years ago to the present supreme treasure. It is said to have been used by the dwarf lord **** Grunni and has been passed down to this day. This whole anvil is engraved with sacred amulet. The engraving and printing are entirely made by Zhenjin.

Deron Feinsen, a rune craftsman employed by Lane, explained to Angland: "My earl, Mr. Angland, the dwarves have been deceived more than once during the settlement, including humans, so Master Clark will not Trust anyone, he is accustomed to settle accounts before working, otherwise he won't listen to the orders of the Supreme King."

Anglang's face is not very good: "Well, as long as the weapon is okay."

The dwarf longbeard warrior clicked away one hundred and fifty-five oath golds, and put the remaining about 20 or 30 oath golds in the bag again: "Not one point is much, one point is a lot, and the rest will be returned to you. We are going to make weapons for you. The way dwarves make rune weapons is an unspoken secret, please avoid them."

"What about me?" Deron asked ingratiatingly.

"Come here and help me, Deron, I want to see if you have grown over the years!" Clark-the harsher's voice came from one side: "I have seen your work, although it is still a shit. But after all, there is nothing wrong. I want to see if you can learn more advanced rune engraving."

"Ah?! Yes! Yes!" Deron trot all the way to Clark's happily.

Being able to be pointed by Clark-Severe, this is the supreme glory of the Rune Craftsman!

As we all know, the number of dwarven rune craftsmen is no longer large. These living priceless treasures communicate the knowledge of the last runes of the golden age of dwarves and those that have passed away. Many powerful war runes and enchanting runes have been lost, and the reason is only Those rune craftsmen think there is no one worth teaching.

These rune knowledge and skills gradually withered until they were completely forgotten. People can only find a few words of some powerful runes from those archives. Rune craftsmen have never and cannot be forced. In the long years, The power of rune magic makes them more stubborn, and only those who he thinks are qualified can learn the deepest knowledge of rune magic.

Now the president of the Dwarf Runecraftsman Association Clark-Severe is willing to give him some advice. How can this not make Deron Feynson ecstatic?

"Go out, man, give me three days, and I will naturally create the weapons you want." Seeing that Ryan and Anglang were still standing in the doorway, Clark-Scourge said impatiently: "Now Get out for me, immediately, or this deal will be voided!"

"Okay, okay, let's go out." Ryan shrugged helplessly, and he simply pulled Anglang out: "Let's go, brother."

"All right." Anglang murmured, "I'm also going to see if the dwarves will praise Omnisia and other ceremonies together before building the weapon."

"That's a machine, not a blacksmith, isn't it? The dwarf should praise the Lord Granny."

"Almost, almost."

After all, Anglang was pulled out of the blacksmith's workshop by Ryan. The bright sun shining on the earl of Glamorgan, the breath of midsummer waved higher than the waves, the clear river was rushing, and the two people walked by the Chinon River. Hanging around and chatting easily.

"Brother, take a bite?" Angelang took down the jug at his waist, which contained the Bagman beer he bought from the dwarf. This dark beer and Kislev vodka were Angelang's favorites. As for alcohol, he also prefers mead and Breton brandy.

"It's so fragrant." Ryan took the kettle and took a big sip. The thick and long flavor and refreshing stimulation of Bagman beer made him squint with comfort.

"Brother, dwarves are all kind of people who hold grudges. You have to read them now. When you look back, they will write down your things in a small notebook, and they will look at them when there is nothing to do, and then they will itch with anger." A sip of dark beer. Believe, Ryan returned the hip flask to Anglang. He smiled and said, "Do you know the story of two and a half gold coins?"

"The story of two and a half gold coins?" Anglang took a sip from the kettle and burped contentedly: "I haven't heard, what story is that, does it have something to do with the dwarves?"

"About ninety-five years ago, the Elector of Ostermark and the Kingdom of Dwarves reached an agreement." Ryan told a story: "The Grand Duke of Ostermark and Elector of Bekafen intends to To build a strong enough castle in the Ostermark province to guard against the possible invasion of the Chaos Tribe in the north, the elector chose to give this big project to the dwarves, the two sides agreed on a price, and then the dwarves started construction. "

"It took about two years for the dwarves to build a very defensive castle called Kriegerhof. This castle was guarded on the road between the kingdoms of Bekafen and Kislov. The elector inspected After he was very satisfied, he began to pay for the project."

"The project money was installed by the elector in 144 small trolleys and sent to the dwarf. This should have ended like this, but when the dwarf checked the money, he found and agreed that the wages were low. Two gold coins and fifty silver coins." Ryan said that he couldn't laugh or cry: "The dwarves were furious because of this, and they personally sent people to Bekafen, the capital of Ostermark province, to ask the elector to give an explanation."

"God." Anglang already knew what was going on, and he covered his face with his hand, unable to bear to look directly.

"The Elector didn't take the dwarf's question seriously. He casually stated that there may be wastage in the transportation. The money I went out here was correct, and I was not responsible." Ryan then finished the story: "See the election. The emperor refused to give an explanation, which annoyed the dwarves, so the dwarves assembled an army from Karak-Kadrin. This army broke through the Kriegerhof Castle that the dwarves had just built and razed the castle directly. Ping the ground, and then angrily said that this is the price you paid for deceiving the dwarves!"

"Finally, when the Elector faced the siege of the dwarf army, he had to hand over two gold coins and fifty silver coins for the'final money'. Only then did the dwarf retreat. In the end, the castle was gone, the defenders were gone, and the money was gone. , It can be said that there is a shortage of people and wealth."

"Hahahahaha! I'm really convinced, are these dwarves so vengeful?" Anglang laughed loudly, and he shook his head again and again: "Okay, what the dwarves say is what it is."

"Hahahaha~" The two people walked on the road and laughed repeatedly.

Not long after he went out, Ryan's kingdom knight Hex came riding on a war horse: "Earl!"

"What's the matter?" Ryan raised his head and looked at the sweaty knight.

"The town of Jean has arrived in a large group of high elves, and they want to see you by name!" Hex had sweat on his forehead.

"Okay, I'll come here." Ryan thought that Targris was here, and he turned around: "Brother, do you want to take a look together?"

"Row."

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The town of Jean today is very lively, because an army of high elves arrived, causing a large number of human onlookers. The serfs gathered together, one feared, and the other curiously carried out a brutal and inhumane onlooker of this army of high elves. .

"It's an elf! It's an elf!"

"Don't we see elves often?"

"Blind! What do you know, this is a high elf, not the wood elf we often see!"

"Wow! It's the legendary high elf! This is the first time I have seen you!"

"So gorgeous, so awesome! So neat!"

Hundreds of serfs rushed out of the town and watched the high elven army. They probed their heads and pointed at the high elven army. The serfs were curious, but there was not much hostility, because the town was fixed with the wood elves. Residents often see wood elves in the trading point of Shanghai, so they are not surprised by the pointed ears.

The high elves were very impatient with this kind of rude behavior of humans, and Zoltan, the Swordsman of Hors, came to Targris's side: "Your Excellency Targris, these monkeys really don't know good or bad."

"Quiet, we are here to find people, not to give long memory to human beings." Targris leaned on Lilith's moon staff, his eyes were first placed on the walls of the town of Jean and the artillery on the tower, and then It was put on a group of wood elves who were driving a truck into the city again, and there was some interest in the words: "Interestingly, Ryan Macado actually established a trade relationship with Esley. I remember that Esley would only Choose those who are most trustworthy among mankind to trade."

"This human hero can kill'Red Eye' Egil Steelbjorn, which shows that his strength should be no problem. It can be recognized by the wood elves, which shows that his strength and credit are affirmed by the wood elves. , And look." Targris' eyes moved: "There are still many dwarves there."

"If you can kill that'red eye', this guy named Ryan is still a bit capable...Dwarf, monkey, and our distant relatives. Apart from chaos, all three things I don't like the most in this city are gathered. Now." Zoltan, the Swordsman of Hors, shook his head again and again.

"Shut up, Zoltan." Targris raised his head. "Our compatriots are here."

A group of wood elves came to him: "Your Excellency Taigris, hello, I didn't expect you to come here. I am the Woodland Lord Dailina. May I ask the relatives of Asul from Osu'an what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to meet Count Ryan Macado." Targris was always expressionless, and his attitude was very calm: "I didn't expect to see Esley. I was very happy. I brought it. Greetings from His Majesty the Phoenix King Finnuba and His Majesty Eternal Queen Elarielli."

"Thank you, I will convey it." Dai Lina nodded and smiled: "It is indeed a lucky day to meet with my compatriots. May Kunos and Aisha bless you, but I think our dialogue will end here, Lord Ryan. NS."

"..." Targris followed Dai Linna's gaze.

On the banks of Chinon, Ryan and Anglang appeared in front of the high elves. He spoke fluent Elf language: "Welcome, guest from Osuan, I am Ryan, Ryan Macado, the champion of the lady's choice. "

"Tegris, the highest division of the High Elf Safrijos White Tower Magisters Council."

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