At the same time, they do not use high-tech tools to replace manual labor like other tribesmen. Instead, they use powerful mining equipment such as heavy plasma tomahawks and concussion hammers to perform high-intensity physical operations. But those things in their hands are not just tools, but also
Such as the powerful destructive weapons, coupled with the unique violent temper and rock-like stubbornness of the Deep Rock miners, they were called Deep Rock Berserkers.
Many times, they are also willing to use the tools in their hands to severely punish those who dare to disturb their mining. When necessary, they will also join the Ironsworn to fight.
Although the other party had just spoken rudely, Soshyan still responded with a gentle smile and nodded slightly.
"Hello, Chief Graham, I hope we have learned something about each other through the exchange just now."
Soshyan showed his kindness, but the other party just glared at him.
"This time when Patriarch Graham came, he actually had other things to do."
Eldergrim rubbed his hands and said to Soshyan with a smile:
"Now that the war situation seems to be at a stalemate, do you need some... security contracting business?"
Mercenaries are also a major business of the Great Thorian Alliance. In the past long time, many organizations and forces in the Empire have secretly hired Hearthborn, especially the Rogue Traders and the Inquisition. However, the scale is very small, and the largest record is only one iron.
Pledge of Allegiance.
This time the Empire fought so lively, and it was at the doorstep of the Wotan Alliance. After observing for a while, the Great Thorian Alliance judged that the war would be difficult to end in a short time, and the number of Astartes in the Empire was too small, and most of them were "
"Cannon Fodder" must be in great need of elite combat forces. The only problem is that they have not dealt with the real official military personnel of the Empire, let alone the Astartes.
But we still have to try. If it succeeds, it may be the largest military contracting business since the alliance was founded.
Soshyan looked at the other person, blinked, and then uttered three words.
"mercenary?"
"Almost, almost...it depends on how you understand it."
Soshyan spread his hands.
"But I know almost nothing about you. From military equipment to organizational beliefs, as well as who you have had bad relations with and who you have cooperated with, everything is blank."
"You pay, and we help you defeat those pirates. All you need to know is this!"
Graham shouted, his voice so loud that it could penetrate almost any soundproofing device.
"As for those useless things, just say whether you want them or not. We won't waste time if you don't want them!"
This upright temper amused Soshyan, and he suddenly remembered that he should actually ask Veronica first. Ada should know the Hearthborn better.
As if expecting Soshyan to say this, Eldgrim walked over with a smile, holding a transparent screen similar to a data pad in his hand.
"Take a look."
After Soshyan took it, the screen immediately projected a clear three-dimensional picture in mid-air, and he immediately placed it on the table.
The picture is actually a promotional advertisement, which introduces some basic information of the Great Sorian Alliance, and then some details and examples of their military contracting business, as well as an introduction to some equipment and personnel.
The basic structure of the Iron Oath is the Hearthborn wargroup. An Ironsworn regiment consists of about 15-20 Hearthborn wargroups. The commander is the wargroup leader. Under the Hearthborn wargroup, there are 10 Hearth squads, consisting of 10-20 Hearth warriors.
It is composed of an experienced furnace heart leader, and is equipped with many huge and sturdy vehicles. The vehicles appear to be very powerful according to the publicity, but there are no specific data and names. They also include some Farstriders and Engineers, so
There are about 2,000-4,000 people in an Iron Oath, but usually around 3,000.
In addition, there was no introduction to the fleet, so Soshyan guessed that they either paid extra or did not provide fleet employment services.
He guessed it was the former. Judging from the current communication situation, short-term people rarely have problems that cannot be solved with money - of course, the premise is that you have no enmity with them or are not disliked by them.
After reading it, Soshyan did not express an opinion, but looked at the furnace descendant who looked like an engineer.
"Let's introduce the other two first, otherwise it would be too rude."
As soon as these words came out, Eldgrim immediately felt that something was going on, so he turned his arm to the person in the second row on his right.
"This is Master Aliyev, a diamond-level machine forger, and the director of the Brok Castle Foundry. The armors and weapons he makes are the best and most trustworthy."
Soshyan nodded towards the other party.
"Master Aliyeu, if I have the chance, I would like to see your works."
Aliyeu nodded in response. Apparently Soshyan's attitude softened his attitude.
"anytime."
At this time, we came to the last one, and the one who Soshyan felt the most mysterious.
Because the other party has never looked at him, but it seems that he has been looking at him.
"This is one of the most respected lords of Grimnir, also known as Lord Walker of the Fire of Wotan. He is also one of the oldest Hearthborns currently. He has boundless wisdom and knowledge.
"
Although the introduction was not much, Soshyan guessed that this person should be similar to the sacrificial elders in the tribe, and there was a high probability that he was a psyker, otherwise he would not feel like he was being spied on.
The status of such a person should be very noble. Why would he appear in a negotiation meeting?
To show respect, Soshyan stood up and extended his hand.
"Hello, Lord Walker."
Walker took another sip, then turned his head, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then held Soshyan's finger.
"Sorry, your hands are too big."
Although he sounded gentle when he spoke, he was as calm as a rock.
"Ha, it doesn't matter. To express friendship, you only need to know each other. Actions and forms are secondary."
Walker nodded as Soshyan sat back.
"Yes, yes, it is indeed different."
"What's different?"
"You are different from most Astartes and even humans. The Destiny guessed correctly. You are an enlightened person and will not be swayed by narrow racial and religious prejudices."
Soshyan grinned.
"This is not considered a compliment in the empire."
"So this is the problem-"
The old Hearthborn took a puff of cigarette, and then slowly exhaled the outline of a planet, and he could even see a small satellite surrounding it.
"Human beings, when did they become like this? And when did mistakes become acceptable and correct? When our ancestors were so ambitious and entered the Milky Way from the small solar system, did they ever think that they would be like this?
Is there this moment?”
Soshyan looked at the other person and suddenly asked a question that even he found strange.
"Master Walker, I would like to ask...how long have you lived?"
The old furnace man coughed and laughed twice, then blew the planet away in one breath.
"For a sentient individual, is the length or breadth of life more important?"
Soshyan blinked, not knowing whether the answer was an evasion or something else, so he asked instead: