Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 789 Curtain (Part 1)
This is no joke. Dwarves are a race that is stubborn and conservative to the point of being perverted. In the dwarf dictionary, nepotism, nepotism, and class solidification are not only derogatory terms, but also complimentary terms.
For example, if Iros explains to little Thorgreen why he is a member of the Zhao family and why he is a surging back wave, little Thorgreen will not only not find it sarcastic, but he will probably feel proud of himself because of his high tolerance for Zhao.
However, this world is so helpless, because the division of dwarves is actually reasonable. To give the simplest example, all dwarf rune craftsmen must have the blood of Granny, otherwise they will not be able to master the power of runes. Therefore, the runes
The Literary Craftsmen Association is not so much an organization as it is a clan alliance.
Therefore, class conflicts among dwarves also exist, otherwise there would not be so many dwarf immigrants immigrating to the empire and around the world.
It’s just that the dwarves are in a difficult situation now, with enemies everywhere, so this is just a secondary contradiction. Furthermore, the stubbornness and stubbornness of the dwarves are similar to those of the knights.
Whenever encountering difficulties or enemies, the dwarf royal family and knight lords always charge forward personally, and the civilians have nothing to say about this.
If you were to enjoy a high status and various rights in normal times, but in the event of a war, civilians and temporary conscripts would go up to support you, and you would hide in the fortress, it would be unreasonable.
Iros chatted with Little Thorgreen and Jade for a while, and found that they were indeed deeply influenced by the outside world, especially that Little Thorgreen had many new ideas in his mind.
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Young Thorgreen also believes that the Norscan mountains are no longer what they used to be. They are dangerous and full of uncertainties, and the dwarves should unite.
"But speaking of which, Sir Iros, there is indeed a message from Haimen Pass."
Little Thorgreen took out a letter from his arms, and his mustache was a little embarrassed: "Just arrived, it's from the Haimenguan Dwarf Engineers Association, saying that the second ironclad ship ordered by Charles has been completed."
"Oh! Is the second ironclad ship completed?"
Iros's eyes lit up, and he looked at the sea, lost in thought.
The second ironclad ship will greatly enhance the maritime power of the charr, and this steel monster will become a strong guarantee for the security of the trade route from Gunkurburg to Erengrad.
"Oh, by the way, Sir Iros, there is something else that was delivered. I forgot to tell you."
Sure enough, little Sol Green was still a little bearded and not reliable enough. He suddenly slapped his head:
"It came from the Eternal Peak. The Supreme King specially sent a team of Eternal Guards to escort it. It just arrived yesterday. I thought it was unreliable to leave it in Erengrad, so I brought it to the ship. Sorry, Sir Iros,
I drank too much last night and forgot about it."
"Then you will be punished by doing thirty squats." Iros squinted his eyes and said, "Walaya will not forgive such a low-level mistake."
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"clear!"
Little Thorgreen immediately raised his chest to show that he understood. Mustache just held his head with his hands and did squats. For dwarves, doing squats is really troublesome, and it is not a joke punishment.
"Where's the stuff?"
Iros turned to ask Jade, who was watching the show and helping with counting. This son of a master rune craftsman especially liked to use various construction machinery, which was interesting. It seemed that he wanted to be an engineering master more than a master craftsman.
After talking to the two mustaches, Iros met for Fiona with Otto, the great merchant from the Shire who had come with him.
This merchant was originally one of the first wealthy people in the Shire, but was gradually overtaken by the Hadrian Chamber of Commerce and the Oliver Chamber of Commerce, but he was still the representative of the local merchants in the Shire.
Iros thought that after Oliver controlled the trade with the high elves and Hadrian controlled the overseas trade, he would also let the local merchants have some soup, so he asked him to follow him. Some details and specific distribution matters still had to be dealt with.
Professional businessmen come to talk.
Unfortunately, this poor guy had a cold, so he could only hide in the room, wrapped in a quilt, with a runny nose and warming himself by the fire. Seeing him like this, Iros couldn't say much to him, but just asked him to take good care of himself. It will take another week for us to arrive.
Junku Fort.
After wandering outside for two full hours, Iros finally returned to his room. The King of Knights held a huge box in his hands, with Granny's mark on it and the president and chief talisman of the Eternal Peak Dwarf Rune Craftsmen Association.
The personal imprint of master craftsman Clark Harsh means that this is his work.
This box is more expensive than a farm estate.
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Seeing Iros coming in, Themis, Fiona, and Ekaterina, who were in great spirits, gathered around him.
"What is this, dear?"
Fiona asked with interest as she watched Ryan put the big box on the ground.
"Ilos, what did you do outside? Why... why did you come back?"
"This is what I ordered from the Supreme King last time, and it's finally done."
Iros put down the big box, took out the key and opened the box.
"This is?" A dazzling light came out from the gap in the box.
Fiona and Ekaterina's attention was instantly attracted by the contents of the big box.
On top of the thick satin and velvet, there were eleven short walking sticks, about 50 centimeters long and 3.5 centimeters in diameter.
These eleven canes are all made of mithril, gold, diamonds and various gemstones, with exquisite workmanship. The dwarf runes on the canes are sparkling. The power of the powerful runes is a gift from the Eternal Peak and a symbol of friendship. It also contains
It has the effect of protecting and greatly enhancing the user's abilities.
Both ends of the cane are decorated with pattern reliefs, and the middle is engraved with dozens of fleur-de-lis reliefs. One end is a sculpture of two lions made of mithril, and the other end is decorated with a relief decoration with the crown of the Grand Duke of Charles.
"This is the scepter of Marshal Charles that I customized for you from the Eternal Peak."
Iros picked up a scepter and couldn't help but play with it.
"Thank you dear."
Fiona was so happy to see this that she forgot all about it.
"After this incident is over and I return to China, I will officially confer the title of Ten Marshals of the Shire!"
"This is the marshal candidate list I envisioned. Now, Iros, let us take a look at the details?"
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In the Arctic Wasteland, a land full of ice and snow, an army finally returned to the Arctic, this cursed land, after a disastrous southward invasion.
The original rumbling evil wind, twisting and corrupting the creation in all directions, was slightly weaker than before. That was because the death of Dranosh caused the furious evil gods to temporarily lose their anchor point in the mortal world, which made the world from the extreme.
The evil wind blowing from the destroyed portal in the North has almost disappeared.
The defeated orcs who retreated from the Kansas prairie retreated through the mountain passes and the Mourn Mountains in groups in great frustration.
Another Eternal Chosen invasion failed.
Nearly half a million orcs were defeated, Dranosh the Eternal Chosen was killed, and most of the elites of the entire orc empire were wiped out. The title of the orc empire was gone in name only.
This was a very painful blow to the orc forces. They once again fell apart from a unified empire into a state of melee between various clans.
However, it would take a long time for a ghostly place like the Arctic Wasteland to replenish the orc population. It could take anywhere from half a century to hundreds of years before the lost population and troops could be recovered.
What really makes these orc armies extremely afraid is the wrath of the evil god.
During this invasion, the orc army hardly obtained enough valuable sacrifices and sufficient trophies. Most of the trophies were lost, abandoned, and recaptured in the hasty retreat.
They are about to face the wrath of the evil god, which makes even the most powerful evil god champion feel uneasy.
The evil god can grant them great power, but it can also be withdrawn at any time. They can become the masters of people and the strong ones who suppress a territory, or they may become abandoned at any time.
But there is also a group of people who don't take it seriously. They regard defeat as an interesting experience and retreat as another kind of enjoyment. As for the spoils, they don't care. Anyway, they are happy. Let's talk about it next time!
Under the colorful sky and distorted light of the arctic wasteland, a group of orcs were dancing.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
The first orc is called Sig, he wears a slutty loincloth, and his superior is the Everchosen, but Sigvald just wants to dance.
Sigvald was shaking his shoulders. The Death God's Chosen Champion had already recovered from the defeat. It was so excited that it could hardly breathe. All the orc warriors in the entire legion were shaking their shoulders together.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
The second orc is called Kasolon, a clan chief. He likes to conquer the world, but he also likes to dance.
A huge orc chief was leading a group of people to dance together. It happily held instruments made of filthy and blasphemous skulls in its hands and played them. The terrible noise was harsh and contained powerful impact.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
They travel around the world, just to find the most exciting and happiest things. They invade the human world again and again, but they never stop pursuing and enjoying art. No matter what difficulties they face, they never stop dancing.
Until one day, in the wasteland of the Arctic wasteland, two men met, and they initiated a destined dance with each other.
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Sigvald: "Wow! Youreallydance!"
Casoron: "Wow! Youreallydance!"
So they started dancing together. What a coincidence!
A sweet song came from the Arctic wasteland. It was the chorus of Sigvald and Kasolon. The bodies of the Death God's chosen champion and the clan chief were twisting and making the same movements at the same frequency and rhythm at the same time, extremely silky.
Smooth.
The atmosphere of the grand dance was lively, and the orcs sang and danced together.
Many of the orcs gradually turned into pieces of meat and even blended into the nearby land in crazy and filthy scenes, but many of them gained unparalleled happiness and promotion.
Not far away, a troop of orc wolf cavalry was coldly watching this group of shameless people perform a disgusting song and dance performance even though they had defeated the battle.
If Sigvald could pay a little more attention, he would realize how powerful this group of orc wolf cavalry is.
They are powerful orc god-chosen warriors who are even more powerful than Dranosh's bodyguards, the Kor'kron Chapter. They are ruthless butchers, and a single charge can turn the tide of a war.