The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the forest was dead and gloomy. Grundy and his companion Uriel were running for their lives. Dead branches slapped their dry and rough faces, leaving slender scarlet blood strips between their cheeks. Sweat mixed with blood flowed from their foreheads.
came out, and they had no feeling at all.
Recalling the fierce battle three months ago, Grondi still remembered it. The green-skinned army was like a tide, constantly pouring into the bunker from the outside. The tenacious and unyielding dwarf warriors formed a shield wall, disintegrating the orcs and goblins again and again.
attack, but there were too many of them, blood flowed like a river under their feet, and the corpses of the orcs piled up into hills. However, they stepped on those green and tattered corpses again and again, and attacked the gate of the fortress.
Grondy remembered the moment when the door was knocked open, and a black orc holding a giant ax and with countless scars on his face stood in front of them. He was like a demon, like Doomsday... The originally indestructible shield wall was in front of him.
It instantly fell apart under the attack. Grondy remembered that his companion was cut in half by an ax under the wild attack of the black orc.
The shield wall was almost broken by him alone. The sharp, blood-stained ax was dancing wildly in the crowd. No one could stop him from moving forward. No one... any armor and weapons were in front of the black orc.
It was like paper, fragile and vulnerable. It was not only the copper and iron walls that the dwarves were proud of that were shattered by an axe, but also their self-esteem and pride.
Grondy woke up after the war. He still remembered the scene at that time. Behind him were dense corpses, including greenskins and dwarves. All the companions he had known died in front of the fortress gate.
On the steps leading to the fortress hall, there was a mountain of corpses piled up by countless stumps and broken arms. He climbed up from the pile of dead people and stumbled to the inside of the fortress, which had become a scorched earth. All the dwarves, almost all the people in the fortress
All the dwarves were slaughtered. There was only the smell of blood in the air, strong and pungent. At that time, he knew that he had become the only survivor. Uriel, like himself, came from the next fortress, and his homeland was the same.
He was slaughtered, but Uriel was luckier, and many of his people escaped from the secret passage.
They walked together on the way. Like most of the dwarves, they originally planned to go to the capital of Kislev for help, but after thinking about it carefully, Grundi realized that such a huge greenskin army was probably not something Kislev could resist.
.At least, it's not safe there yet. He must go as far north as possible, away from those green-skinned beasts.
The spring in the north is not warm, on the contrary, it is very cold. The forest is full of strange sounds, some are like crows, some are like the neighing of horses and deer, and some are like the howling of wolves
cry...
He and Uriel kept walking like this. The dry food they had brought with them when they fled had long been eaten. They could only chew tree bark and drink snow water. When they were tired, they would rest in tree holes. When they woke up, they would continue on their way, continuing along the forest path.
Moving forward. Because they knew that it was heading north. On the fifth day after leaving Kislev, they met a convoy heading north for trade. The people in the convoy warmly received them. After explaining the reason, these northerners
The people from the border gave him and Uriel food and water, and told them that if they were willing, they could follow him north to Blackhammer Castle, which is where they came from.
Blackhammer Castle is a strange and distant place for Grondi. From the merchant's description, Grondi can probably know that it is a castle located at the northernmost tip of Kislev, with a permanent population of more than 10,000, and
Developed trade and busy water and land transportation, as well as clean streets and abundant entertainment. Grundy didn't care about the northern towns mentioned by human traders. He followed these humans north just to hitch a ride and warn the people there.
People, the greenskin army is heading north. If possible, it is also a good choice to go to the empire from there. If it is true as they said, Blackhammer Castle is a town with a large outer port.
"Hey, friend, what do you know? I mean, what skills do you know?"
Sitting on the bumpy carriage, the merchant chatted with the two fleeing dwarf brothers.
"Skills? I can fight, I can fight."
Grondy turned his head and answered in a low voice.
"Besides fighting? Do you always do anything else?"
The vendor held his cigarette holder in his mouth and asked casually.
"Anything else?"
"Well, for example, production skills? Do you know how to forge or process jewelry?"
"Oh... well... I can blacksmith, every dwarf can."
Grondy replied.
"That's good. When you get to Blackhammer Castle, you can go to the blacksmiths' union and they will help you find a suitable job. Did you know? In Blackhammer Castle, as long as you have a skill, you are not afraid of not being able to find it.
It’s the busiest place I’ve ever seen. But it’s also the place with the highest pay. If you have talents in this area, you can show off your skills there. By the way, you dwarves are also the president of the blacksmith union.”
The businessman introduced it proudly, with a sense of belonging that was beyond words.
"I didn't go there to find a job..." Grundy said gloomily, "Wait a minute, you just said there are dwarves living in your town?"
"Yes, there are many, maybe one or two thousand people, and they have their own neighborhood. Lord Rhodes named it Ironforge."
The businessman said with a smile and handed a bottle of vodka originating from Heidelberg to Grondy and Uriel.
"Are the dwarves numbering one or two thousand the same as me?"
Grondi asked curiously, as if he had discovered a new world. He uncorked the wine and took a sip of the wine handed to him by the merchant. The overflowing aroma of the wine immediately filled his mouth and nose.
"I don't know about that, but it looks like there's no difference."
The businessman replied with a smile.
"Then where do most of them come from?"
Uriel rushed to ask. They all had a strong interest in these dwarf compatriots resident in Kislev.
"Dulong City is a place far outside the northern border. I have never been to the specific place, but I heard that tens of thousands of dwarves live there. It is a huge fortress."
The businessman replied.
"Dulong City?"
Grondi frowned. He had heard the story of Dulong City. Back then, the powerful dwarf adventurer Thor Green became the Supreme King by getting in touch with the dwarves of Dulong City. A hundred years ago, Dulong City
The dwarf army in Dulong City once fought side by side with the dwarf warriors in the south to resist the invasion of Chaos. The dwarves in Dulong City do not trust foreigners. If what this vendor said is true, then this Blackhammer Castle is by no means a simple
This place, and the lord who manages it is by no means an ordinary person. Thinking of this, Grondi suddenly had an urge to stay in Blackhammer Castle and learn about the past history.