Chapter 225 Those Northern Humans Struggling to Survive
"We have no ill intentions, we just hope that you can allow us to rent the ship, and we are willing to pay the corresponding remuneration." Bahrain said sincerely, stroking his chest.
"Dwarves? I hate dwarves... This is the pure land of the north, and dwarves are not welcome here! You will only bring war and death!" Beorn said angrily.
"Hi! I think we can talk! I remember you. We fought side by side in the Battle of Lonely Mountain, didn't we? We are friends!" Bahrain said quickly.
"No! It's not because of you that the Bearskin Clan joins the war! It's because we love nature! We need to maintain the stability here! If the orcs are allowed to do whatever they want, those poor people will really have no way to survive!" Bion interrupted.
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"We are just for ourselves, we have never concluded any form of covenant with the dwarves!" Beorn said loudly.
"We need your help, just like you helped us in our expedition. Dwarves will never forget their friends." Balin played the emotional card.
"At that time, there were only a dozen of you. Look now! You are an army! We don't want to get involved in your grudges. Leave here. Although this new city is still very weak, the people in the city are willing to fight for her.
No one can force us to shed the last drop of blood! Even if you come to the city! The northern humans have nothing to fear!" Beorn beat his chest and howled. His body expanded rapidly, and the bulging muscles tore his clothes and fine brown hair.
It grew rapidly from under the skin, and soon a giant bear nearly five meters tall stood at the top of the city.
Seeing that the two of them were about to fight after their talk broke down, Roland, who was originally embarrassed, couldn't sit still. According to the dwarf's clueless mind, who should he help if a fight really broke out?
"Wait!" Roland raised his hand to stop this explosive conversation.
"Hello, Carlock...is it called that, right? Lord of Carlock, I am Roland, the king of the Kingdom of Raglan. I apologize to you for the recklessness of these dwarves. They may not know that Drew, who is close to nature,
Yin doesn't like them, but I think there's no need to be so tense. It's not good for anyone to ignite the flames of war. I have to admit that the bearskin family is powerful, even if it's as strong as the dwarf army, it needs to stay away from the edge..." Roland said sincerely.
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"Hu..." Balin grabbed Ouyin who wanted to go up and argue.
"We are all members of the north. You should understand the meaning of lips and teeth. They have no other ideas. Retaking Moria is their dream, so you don't have to worry about them causing trouble. We only need to cross the river.
Leave and I promise not to cause any trouble to you and the people here." Roland said sincerely.
"King of humans? Why are you with dwarves?" Beorn gradually calmed down after listening to Roland's reasonable analysis, but he still wondered why dwarves were with humans.
"Probably... because they gave me a bargaining chip that I couldn't refuse..." Roland shrugged. After all, soldiers need to eat, and trade requires money, and Roland happened to have a cleaner pocket than his face.
"I need to think about it..." Bion thought for a moment.
"Don't worry, although dwarves can sometimes be stubborn and even annoying, if you get along with them for a long time you will find that they are actually quite easy to get along with." Roland smiled.
"There are too many of you... For safety reasons, the space here cannot accommodate you soldiers." Bion thought for a while and finally said in deep thought.
"We won't stay too long. We can just let them camp outside tonight. There is no need to enter the city." Roland nodded and agreed. After all, Roland himself would not agree to letting so many unfamiliar troops move in.
"Bahrain, take a few people with you. Let's go in and talk to Beorn. After all, his troops can control the old pass. This is the only way to the Lonely Mountain from the west. You dwarves will have to deal with him in the future. Settle the relationship in advance.
It's good for everyone. What do you think, Bahrain?" Roland lowered his head and suggested to Bahrain.
"You are right. Your wisdom is as powerful as your army. Many friends are always better than many enemies." Bahrain happily agreed.
"Caslow, you take them to camp. We'll rest here for the night. We'll find a way to cross the river tomorrow. We'll go in and talk to Beorn. Being a neighbor requires at least a visit," Roland ordered.
"Isn't this right? I'm not here...your safety..." Kaslo hesitated.
"Don't worry, Ormsk will accompany me. You still don't believe him? He is the most powerful person among us. It will be no big deal if he protects me." Roland smiled heartily, not to mention that Bion would not harm him.
Even if someone really wants to take action, they have to consider the intimidating power of a sixth-level hero! It can be said that he is invincible below the sixth level, and one for one above the sixth level!
"Well, if the situation changes, just crush this scale and I will immediately lead the troops to rescue you!" Kaslo handed a piece of green dragon scale as big as a fingernail into Roland's hand.
"Hey! Isn't this the product of the special skill of the dragon knight who has advanced to the dragon knight general - the scale of perception?" Roland said in surprise. The function of this thing in the game is very simple - shake people! As long as the scale is broken, it doesn't matter how far away it is.
The owner of the scales can sense the distance, so this thing can be said to be a "nuclear weapon" for high-level players! After all, an item that can summon the Dragon Knight General anytime and anywhere is very precious!
"Your Highness, you are so knowledgeable!" Kaslo, who had originally planned to introduce the detailed functions, immediately smiled and gave a thumbs up, saying no more.
"Let's go, Balin, let's go meet him!" Roland smiled and said to the future dwarf king.
"Of course, I also want to meet him. It would be better if we can eliminate our misunderstanding." Bahrain readily agreed.
To be honest, Balin should be regarded as one of the few wise men among the dwarves. The veteran warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles has mastered wisdom that most dwarves do not have by virtue of his rich experience. Although it is not written in the original book, with the help of dozens of people on the expedition
The army can recapture Moria. I guess he is not a reckless and stubborn person.
"That's good. To be honest, your dwarves' tempers..." Roland shrugged and gave Balin an expression of understanding.
"But we are also very simple, aren't we? At least dwarves will not cheat on those they consider their friends." Balin sighed.
"Let's go..."
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"Welcome to your arrival, Your Highness Roland, at your service..." Bion greeted Roland and his party at the gate of the open town.
"This is the hero of light and shadow Ormsk!" Roland deliberately introduced Ormsk first. Sure enough, Bion and his tribe were instantly stunned. As a third-level natural druid, Bion understood the strength between himself and the man in front of him.
What a deep gulf there is!
"Hello, Lord Ormsk." Bion smiled quickly.
"This is Bahrain! The commander and leader of this expedition!" Roland pointed at Bahrain again.
"Hello, master of Carlock. I am Balin, the dwarf of the Longbeard clan!" Balin saluted.
"At your service, Your Excellency Balin."
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"Bion, would you mind telling me the origin of this town? My people didn't tell me there was a town here!" Roland asked while tasting the honey water.
"Oh, I have to thank your Majesty Lance for this." Bion smiled.
"Baron Lance? What does it have to do with him?" Roland was a little confused.
"If he hadn't paid a large sum of gold coins to buy our ship, we might not have the financial resources to support the construction of this town..." Bion explained.
"I see, but where did the residents here come from? You don't seem to have that many people!" Roland said strangely, considering that the family of bearskin wearers is not very prosperous.
"Alas...we are all poor people from the north." Bion rubbed his face and sighed.
"Humans from the north?" Roland asked in surprise.
"Yes, ever since the northern humans responded to the call of the southern human kingdom and established the Kingdom of Rohan, the human race who stayed in the north had a hard time. Natural disasters! Warcraft! Orcs! Dongyi tribe! They were all ruthlessly deprived.
Their living space, those who can escape here are lucky, but more of them fell in the wilderness in the north. There are more and more people... and we can't save them... They lack food and clothing... they have no shelter...
Settlement... We finally decided to build a city here, give them a home, and leave the last stronghold for the northern humans... But it seems that it is not needed now. Your Highness, your kingdom stands in the north. I believe that those who are struggling to survive
People will be better off in the future, and I hope you can provide shelter to those poor people!" Bion said sincerely.
Roland was silent after listening to Beorn's words. It turned out that there were still humans struggling to survive in the cracks in the north that he couldn't see...