Yang Muyun held the long sword in his arms and walked toward the inner city of Iron Furnace City alone.
When he reached the city gate, Yang Muyun handed the invitation to the dwarf guarding the gate, but he didn't even look at it.
"No need to test, come with me!"
The one who spoke was Dagu. In a previous battle with the trolls, Dagu and others suffered a slight loss although they were completely victorious. The redness and swelling on his face have not subsided to this day.
Because of this, when facing Yang Muyun, Dagu turned his head unnaturally to prevent Yang Muyun from seeing the injury on his face.
Yang Muyun said with a smile: "Master Dagu is so free and waiting for me here?"
Dagu snorted, "Ironforge City is densely covered with agencies and there are dangers everywhere. The Lord of the City is afraid that something might happen to you, so he specially asked me to come and pick you up. Don't be ignorant of what is good and what is bad."
Yang Muyun folded the invitation and put it in his arms, then looked up.
Not everyone has the opportunity to observe the inner city of Ironforge City up close.
The city gate is carved out of a whole piece of rock, and the inner wall is a piece of relief carving, recording the major and minor events that have happened from the beginning of the establishment of Ironforge City to the present. There are also dwarven words next to the relief carvings to explain the content on the reliefs.
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It's a pity that Yang Muyun doesn't know the characters of the dwarves, so he can't guess the reason just by blind guessing.
When Dagu saw Yang Muyun's actions, he immediately raised his head proudly, "Did you see it? This is the glorious history of our dwarves. Every relief is a condensation of glory. Unlike some races..."
Yang Muyun ignored Dagu's provocation, after all, what the other party said was the truth.
The dwarves attach great importance to cultural inheritance, and the dense reliefs on the city gates remind the dwarves who come in and out of the city not to forget their ancestors and remember their history.
In comparison, barbarians are inferior.
There is only language without writing, and all inheritance relies on oral transmission and memory, which is vulnerable to accidents and disasters.
Seeing that Yang Muyun was silent, Dagu continued to ridicule: "Don't talk about history, you barbarians have probably forgotten your own surnames. Unlike us dwarves, we attach great importance to the glory of the family and can skillfully recite the names of all our ancestors.
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Yang Muyun looked at Dagu with a smile and said, "Okay, you can memorize it and listen to it."
Da Guzhang came at once and rattled off a long list of names. He spoke for a full minute before stopping.
Looking at Yang Muyun proudly, Dagu mocked: "What about you, you probably can't name five, right?"
When Da Gu finished speaking, Yang Muyun immediately read: "I - Xuanyuan Xia Zi Ji Ying Liu Cao Sun Li Zhao Zhu Yang Muyun!"
Dagu was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
Barbarians can actually remember their ancestors?
Impossible, it must be made up.
Dagu sneered and said: "Just so many ancestors? It seems that your history is not long and your foundation is not deep."
Yang Muyun said: "Wait a minute, it was just a beginning, now it officially starts, listen carefully - Zhao Qian and Sun Li, Zhou Wu and Zheng Wang, Feng Chen and Chu Wei, Jiang Chen and Han Yang..."
Dagu was stunned.
Looking at Yang Muyun's solemn and solemn expression, it doesn't look like he's pretending at all, and those unfamiliar surnames sound very dignified at first sight, and it's impossible to make them up casually even if they are nonsense.
The most unbelievable thing for Dagu was that the barbarian in front of him couldn't stop talking. The way he shook his head and the ups and downs of his voice were more rhythmic and rhythmic than when he recited it.
Although Yang Muyun was not pleasing to the eye, Dagu had to admit that listening to him recite the names of his ancestors was a very pleasant experience.
"Lord Dagu, what do you think? Is that enough?"
Dagu kept a dark face and said nothing. He didn't know what he was thinking. After walking for a while, Dagu pointed to the building in front and said, "Go in, you gentlemen have been waiting for you for a long time."
Yang Muyun took two steps forward, then turned around and asked abruptly, "Your childhood must have been very painful. You must have been beaten a lot just to remember these names, right?"
After saying that, Yang Muyun laughed and turned around to enter the city lord's mansion.
Dagu and the guards of the City Lord's Mansion looked at each other, with pain gleaming in their eyes without exception.
Family glory, this is the lingering nightmare of all dwarfs in their childhood.
What parents like to do most is to give their children two drinks and then ask them to recite the names of their ancestors when they are half drunk and half awake. Only if they can be accurate when they are sober and drunk can they really pass the test.
Some dwarves with bad memories, even if they have a big beard, will still be beaten by their father if they fail to pass the test, and will be laughed at by all the tribesmen.
Therefore, the dwarves have all developed the special ability to remember things while drinking. Even if they are unable to walk steadily when they are drunk, once they pick up a hammer, they can still bang it. Moreover, the dwarves' forging ability does not decrease when they are drunk.
On the contrary, many famous weapons handed down from ancient times were knocked out while drunk.
Yang Muyun pushed open the door of the City Lord's Mansion and immediately felt the dwarves' love for wine.
There were no splendid decorations or gorgeous and exquisite tables and chairs. If it weren't for a group of extraordinary dwarves sitting in the hall, Yang Muyun would have doubted what kind of mine this place was.
Even if there is no carpet under the feet, there is still a layer of dust. It is not ordinary dust, but a mixture of coal ash, slag, and pebbles, making a creaking sound when walking on it.
And in this dirty environment, dozens of exquisite and gorgeous oak wine barrels are stacked in a pyramid shape. The barrels are as clean as new and are waxed, reflecting a bright luster under the candlelight.
Seeing Yang Muyun come in, the dwarves in the hall immediately raised their wine glasses and said hello, "Come on, come on, have a drink with us."
Looking at the empty barrels scattered on the ground, Yang Muyun thought to himself: These guys must have been drinking from noon to night.
The most important thing is that there aren't even any peanuts on the table. I would have eaten something to cushion my meal.
Losing his temper, Yang Muyun took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Fortunately, it is similar to beer and the alcohol content is not high.
Seeing Yang Muyun so cheerful, the dwarves immediately laughed excitedly, and then refilled Yang Muyun's food.
After drinking three large glasses in a row, Yang Muyun let out a long wine burp.
The dwarves then put down their wine glasses and looked at Yang Muyun while rubbing their drunken eyes.
"Young man, you are very good. You made a name for yourself on the first day you came to Ironforge City. I haven't seen a young man like you in more than a hundred years."
Yang Muyun wanted to say: Hey, you saw it today.
But I was afraid of being beaten, so I could only smile innocently.
After laughing, Yang Muyun asked in a low voice: "Seniors, did you ask the juniors to come over?"
While talking, Yang Muyun put the sword on the table.
A nearby dwarf reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, glanced at it, and then passed it to the next person. After a while, the sword was passed around by more than a dozen dwarves and returned to Yang Muyun.
"Ahem, I called you here today. It is indeed because of this sword, but not entirely."
Yang Muyun immediately looked at the dwarf who was speaking. It turned out that this man was the city lord of Ironforge City, the supreme controller of the city.
As if guessing Yang Muyun's thoughts, the city lord waved his hand and said, "Don't look at me like this. Ironforge City is jointly managed by dozens of families. The position of the city lord takes turns. We old guys have different responsibilities, but we all have the same status."
It's the same. By the way, some old guys are not in the city, and what you saw is only part of them. As for the purpose of calling you here..."
The city lord put several things on the table.
"Young man, we have studied the armor you sold today. It is very good, but we feel that the potential of this armor has not been fully developed. So, we have an immature idea..."