Before arriving at Blackhammer Castle, Grundy had imagined what this small northern city would look like. It should be like other human castles, dirty and messy, with brothels and warehouses next to each other, and the market full of rotten meat and vegetables. People
The quality of the people is extremely low, and the sounds of fighting and shouting are lingering.
But when he arrived at the castle with his motorcade, he found that the situation was completely different from what he had imagined. Although this was just a small northern city, the streets were neat and the markets were clean and orderly. Compared with the capital city of Kislev, there were
Nothing less than that.
Moreover, the scale is much larger than he imagined. There is no outer city wall here, which means that most of the buildings are actually outside the city wall. The densely packed houses are scattered in an orderly manner, like a carpet spread on the periphery of the main castle.
A temporary checkpoint is set up on the only way into the city. A dozen guards are responsible for the order here. They wear ordinary leather armor, but carry shotguns unique to dwarves on their backs. Moreover, judging from their friendly words,
It can be seen from the eyes that the relationship between the military and the civilians here is not hostile. On the contrary, these soldiers have friendship with many civilians. It is foreseeable that they were also selected from the civilians.
"Friend, you go there to register first. I'll unload the goods. Then I'll take you to Ironforge and the Blacksmith Guild. The group of dwarves you're looking for is inside."
The merchant who brought Grundy to Blackhammer Castle said loudly.
"What? Do you still need to register?"
Grondi jumped off the carriage, patted the dust on his body, and looked at the team merchant with a confused expression.
"Well, yes, all outsiders in Blackhammer Castle must register. This is the rule here. In order to facilitate better management, Lord Rhodes means that only after registration will you know your original occupation and identity, so as to facilitate better management."
I’ll arrange a job for you.”
The businessman smiled and replied, "Okay, I'll go into the city first. When you're ready, wait for me at the crossroads."
"Hey, wait a minute, you haven't told me where the crossroads is yet?"
"Go straight along this road, cross the bridge, and you're there. There are theaters and stadiums there, which are easy to find. If it doesn't work, just ask any passerby. Everyone here will know."
The businessman said, driving his carriage along another passage into the city. Not far in front of him was the busy town.
"Don't he need to register for inspection?"
Grondi reluctantly walked up to several guards and threw his equipment on the ground.
"Are you talking about him? He is an old merchant here and has the privilege of exemption from inspection."
The guard replied and began to inspect Grondi's equipment.
"Exemption privilege?"
"Well. Brandt has been doing business here for many years and has never been found to have any problems. Later, our lord gave him the privilege to pass through customs without inspection, which saved time."
"There is also this kind of lord..."
Grondy murmured in his heart. He really couldn't imagine what kind of person Lord Rhodes was among the people. Many dwarves came to live here, and all kinds of problems that were originally common in human society seemed not to be a problem here.
"Where does the name come from?"
After checking the luggage, the guard asked him a routine question.
"Grondi, Grondi Bronze Ax. From Deep Iron Fortress." Grondi frowned, "But you don't have to register that place, because it is gone now."
"Gone?"
The guard asked in confusion.
"Well, the greenskins invaded us, and my fortress fell. So I damn came here." Grondy said, and took back his shield and ax unhappily, "Okay, the town square is along the
This road keeps going, right?”
"Well, if you still have money, you can find a tavern to stay for one night. The clerk will arrange a job for you soon."
The guard returns.
"Forget it, I'll go find it myself."
After speaking, Grondi went straight to the center of the town.
"Keep an eye on him, and remember to ask Brandt if this guy has ever gone to the blacksmiths' union."
After Grondy left, the two guards whispered.
…
Rhodes has been very worried recently and has trouble sleeping and eating. Egg's divination skills come one after another, but since that time when he saw the greenskin army invading, he has never seen a fragment about the greenskin army. Instead, he has seen
Moving on to other scenes that seem to be older - the guards on the Great Wall, the cavalry on the grassland, the devils in the Land of Shadows, etc. Divination is not such a reliable thing in the first place. Rhodes knows this, but
, since some are proven to be facts, then other fragments are also likely to be facts. It’s just the green skin...
The fear soon became reality. A few days later, Alves knocked on the door of Rhodes' office and said that he had discovered dwarf refugees from the south...
When Rhodes invited him in, the injuries on his face and body had not yet healed. You could see that the dwarf's face was covered with scars, and his thick arms were also scarred. A deep gash even ran from his forehead to his chin.
It forms a terrifying half-moon shape. At first glance, it looks more like a butcher than a butcher. However, judging from its shape, it is not a butcher.
"Grondi Bronze Ax, this is his name. Also, he comes from the south and came here via Kislev. You can learn about the rest from him."
Alves said that and was about to turn around and leave.
"You can stay and let's hear what's going on."
Just as Alves was about to leave, he was stopped by Rhodes. This kind of thing was not a secret, so Rhodes asked Alves to listen in so that they could discuss countermeasures together. After years of cooperation, the little dwarf was already his.
Think tank. Rhodes even thought that if there were more people like Alves, a think tank could be established. When things happen, everyone would discuss it together, and they would always come up with some surprising strategies during brainstorming.
"Dear Lord of Blackhammer Castle, King of White Bears..."
"Okay, stop talking politely and tell me quickly, what happened to your homeland?"
Just as the dwarf was about to speak, he was interrupted by Rhodes. This really surprised Grondy. It seemed that Lord Rhodes was a practical person and didn't like to beat around the bush.
"Ha, I just like a lord like you." Grondy said, stepped forward, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and poured himself a glass of vodka without ceremony. He drank this on the way here.
It tastes pretty good. It's comparable to the spirits brewed by dwarves.
"My home was destroyed three months ago. A group of...no, a large group of greenskins rushed into my fortress and destroyed my home."
"How many are they?"
Rhodes became serious and asked.
"Infinite. I can't describe it with specific numbers, because I can't see how many there are at all. You have to know, I was buried alive."
Grondy said resentfully. He drank another bottle of wine and the wine spilled along his beard. Alves wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Rhodes.
"Have you seen the leader of this greenskin army?"
Rhodes continued to ask. Combining the predictions made by the fortune teller Egg and the arrival of dwarf refugees, Rhodes guessed that Ironhide was most likely really coming. This guy is not a simple orc, he is the most powerful one in history.
The orcs are killing the heavens and the earth, and the Eternal Chosen will not look down upon them...
"I'm not sure if what I saw was the leader of the greenskin army, but that guy is definitely the most terrifying opponent I have ever seen. You can't imagine how he killed people..."
Grondy finished the vodka in the bottle and recalled the terrible past with melancholy eyes——
"That guy with black and green skin chopped down all of us by himself. Wherever his battle ax touched, flesh and blood flew everywhere. Our armor and shields were originally extremely strong, but in front of him, they were like glass, shattered.
He turned into scum. No one could withstand his axe. My companion was even split in half by his axe. You must know that everyone was wearing armor and shields at that time."
After hearing this, Rhodes felt his heart sink. He was living in troubled times, and he couldn't escape...