Although Egil, to some extent, is a treacherous and cunning guy who can bend and stretch, but to some extent, he is also a very persistent and stubborn person. The dividing line between these two personalities is called a plan.

Before making a plan, Egil can do everything, and it doesn't matter if it is despicable, shameless, or tragic, angry and resentful. In the process of implementation of the plan, even if it really strikes the end of the world, Egil will persevere, and will not change the method, nor will it give up.

That's it.

"So, is the club going to leave so soon? I originally wanted you to attend my coronation." After receiving the news, Egil took his wife to York City to the north and met with the dwarf King Wald.

"The boys all want to go home. To be honest, I don't want to stay here anymore." Wald said very clearly: "Also. Are you already the King of Norway? What else do you want to be crowned? Do you want to be an emperor?" Wald looked at Egil incredibly, as if he was seeing a lunatic.

"—What's wrong? Don't I look like an emperor?" Egil asked a little unhappy.

"Indeed, it's not like." So, dwarves are a very real race. There are ones saying ones and two saying two.

"...Okay, indeed, it's not crowned emperor. Although I think it's pretty good, the others (system elves) said it's a little bit short of it." Egil said: "It's King Norman."

"What is that?" The Dwarf King was very surprised: "I have never heard of this title."

"So, the territory I rule now includes Norway, plus England, Ireland and Wales. In fact, the territory on the British Isles has exceeded my territory on the Scandinavia, right?"

"That's right, that's it." Wald nodded.

"So, I think the title of King Norway can no longer mean anything. So I need to be crowned."

"But after you talked for so long, you still haven't explained clearly that you are going to be crowned King of Norman? Also, why is it Norman, not Viking?"

"Norman and Viking are almost the same thing, don't be so serious, haha... Also, this is just abbreviation, the full name is blessed by God, the king of all Vikings, England, Ireland, Welsh, the Grand Duke of Norway, the Duke of Normandy, the Earl of Biard."

"...so you humans are really in trouble." Wald was a little speechless.

"So can you stay and participate in the ceremony?" Egil continued.

"Sorry, no." Wald's answer was still very simple.

"Why?!" Egil asked with a very hurt expression.

"On the surface I want me to stay and participate in the coronation ceremony, but in fact I want the Dwarf Legion to continue to stay and work hard for you, right?" After spending a long time with Egil, Wald's IQ also improved a lot, and then he told the truth without hesitation.

"Ahhaha...what are you talking about? Why don't I understand at all?" Egil smiled and covered up his embarrassment, while patting Wald's shoulder desperately. He said so.

"No matter what... in short, no," Wald insisted.

Egil had already experienced enough of the dwarf's stubbornness before this. He knew that no matter how much he said in this situation, he would never listen. It would be easier to convince a dwarf who had made up his mind than to train an elephant to dance pole dance.

"liquor."

Well, since the coercion cannot be done, I can only tempt it.

All dwarves, both men, women, and young, have a high love for wine. They can even sacrifice their lives for a good sip of wine. And under the support of the system, Egil can naturally produce countless beautiful wines that are jealous, so...

"You...what did you say?" Wald's attitude was obviously a little loose. He had been with Egil for so long, and naturally knew that Egil had a rich collection of wine. Many of them were wines that he could not name and had never seen before. The taste was amazing.

"A total of five hundred barrels of wine - all my stock, and a bottle of this." Egil then pulled out a small purple crystal-carved bottle from his underwear pocket.

"Smell the smell, friend." Egil smiled as if he was a profiteer selling stimulants to athletes. Then he carefully opened the cap of the amethyst bottle in his hand. Then, an extremely strong aroma of wine quickly drifted away.

“So—”

However, before Egil continued to talk. Wald rushed over on the opposite side, snatched the small bottle from Egil's hand, and poured it into it with a gurgle. After that, the dwarf king who had read countless wine felt dizzy and his belly was hot. Then he fell to the ground with a plop and was unconscious.

“…Fuck!!!”

Seeing this ill-behaved dwarf who was so shameless, Egil wanted to kick him to death. But looking at the composite armor on Wald's body, after calculating, he felt that his foot was more likely to be injured. If he kicked his face, he would leave traces. He was also the king of the clan after all. Egil couldn't do such a shameless thing.

However, this matter must not be forgotten.

He snapped his fingers and asked the two guard knights to carry the shameless dwarf away. Egil began to think about the fact that Wald had tried to blackmail him after he woke up. At least he spent 500 coupons to exchange for good wine. How can he be worthy of himself if he didn't blackmail millions.

However, Wald was not really stupid. After sobering up the next day, Egil, who was walking over fiercely, was convinced without saying a word: "Although I can promise you to let all the dwarf army stay. However, if some tribe members accept your employment and promise to help you with work, I have nothing to say."

Immediately afterwards, Egil heard the system prompt: You have obtained the promise of the Dwarf King and turned on the special welfare easter egg. Now you can hire the dwarf mercenaries.

"So that's it... it's quite good." Egil measured it a little after hearing such a system prompt. Although he lost the support of tens of thousands of dwarf troops in one go, he also gained the possibility of recruiting dwarf mercenaries. Those dwarf soldiers who were stronger than Viking warriors can be said to be the strongest heavy infantry unit Egil has ever seen. Egil has always been very envious of this.

"If this is the case... no matter what, thank you." Egil knew in his heart that although Wald said that he could not control it. However, as the dwarf king, he was the dwarf king who led the dwarf race to such a victory (although Egil thought it was his credit). If Wald did not speak, there would never be dwarfs joining Egil's army.

After that, Egil opened the mercenary recruitment interface of the system interface. Perhaps because there were tens of thousands of regular dwarf troops gathered here, there were quite a few dwarf troops that could be recruited. At the beginning, Egil was still afraid that dwarf mercenaries would spend too much money. Fortunately, these dwarfs were very real. It was really real. The money needed to recruit dwarfs was even less than the recruitment cost of regular Viking warriors under Egil. But there was a special condition - in addition to money, these dwarfs also needed to pay for mercenaries with wine. Every hundred dwarf warriors - no profession - needed ten barrels of beer or twenty barrels of wine to maintain a month.

"So, why do wines with more expensive and better taste require more than beer?!" Egil complained loudly. Because the areas controlled by Egil are relatively latitudes, grapes cannot be grown. They can only be redeemed through the system or purchased in other countries in the continent. Therefore, the price is relatively high.

"Because the beer level is relatively high." The system elves' answer made Egil a little weak. Well, if these bastard dwarfs have the ability, they will give me industrial alcohol, bastards.

However, no matter what, these dwarf warriors are still very cost-effective. They are much better than disposable items that ordinary mercenaries lose after using once. They can be used after hiring them.

However, what Egil cares more about is not these dwarf warriors—but another group of people.

Dwarf craftsmen, dwarf blacksmiths, dwarf technicians. Although these special characters are not very combat power, they have powerful technical ability to make Egil cry. They can make various weapons, siege equipment and even various living tools. Although an ordinary dwarf blacksmith needs 200 gold coins to hire, it is a little more expensive. However, Egil still gritted his teeth and exchanged hundreds of dwarf craftsmen and blacksmith technicians and the like. In this way, the siege machinery that attacks Newcastle will be settled.

Fifteen days later, in mid-January, after repeated begging by the dwarf King Wald, Egil helplessly transferred back the naval fleet that had messed up the coast of Scotland and returned. He took Wald and more than 8,000 dwarf soldiers and other than 8,000 dwarf soldiers. A total of 2,000 dwarf soldiers intervened in the system and continued to fight in the form of mercenaries. Seeing the white sails sailing towards the sea, Egil was also a little moved. What should be left, and what should be left is also left. So let's continue working hard.

"I hope it won't become an enemy when we meet next time." As the last bit of mast gradually disappeared, Egil murmured in a low voice, then raised his hand and the silver-gray cloak floated.

"Go! Newcastle! Let's teach those damn Scots a lesson!!"
Chapter completed!