Chapter 326: Dreaming around the Eight Peaks Mountain
Ryan frowned. His war hammer was also broken. He also needed a new weapon. The Nemesis was half a hand sword and was often not suitable for use against heavily armored enemies. He also needed a new war hammer.
"That is the master rune lord of Karaz-a-Karak, Clark the Harsh One." Deron pushed the drawing back to Ryan and Angron: "If it is him, he can definitely make it."
"Then can we ask him to build weapons for us?" Angron's hope rekindled, he was in great need of weapons.
"It's difficult. Clark Harsh is the dwarf rune lord and the president of the dwarf rune craftsman association. He is more than a thousand years old and has not been down the mountain for more than five hundred years." Dwarf engineer Dugan-
Tiehan was drinking mushroom soup and said with some slurred speech: "He is so stubborn that it is unbearable. Can you give him something to get him down the mountain?"
"Isn't this blueprint good?" Ryan pointed to the blueprint on the table: "We are willing to share the technology of making this kind of weapon with our dwarf friends for free."
"Oh! Then I'm probably 30% sure." Rune craftsman Delon Feinson smiled. After seeing this kind of drawing, the dwarf craftsman made up his mind that Ryan must share it. He was still worried about how to ask for it.
, but Ryan took the initiative and said: "But that's not enough. Sir Ryan, friend of the dwarves, you have to understand that dwarves don't only need raw materials for craftsmanship."
The implication is that dwarves still need to be paid for their work.
Ryan and Angron looked at each other. Fortunately, they were prepared.
"Ding~" Angron grabbed a big cloth bag and placed it on the table.
It was full of golden pledge gold, and it looked like there were one or two hundred of them!
"Is it enough?" Angron tried to ask.
"...Mr. Angron, where did you get so much pledge money?" Deron and Dugan both opened their mouths.
"I picked them up. Lion went on an expedition and I cleaned up the Gray Mountains." Angron took out the heads of several more green-skinned warlords.
"...Mr. Angron, I think if you had been here, Bafeng Mountain would not have fallen." Dugan seemed to have remembered something sad. He drank Bagman beer and slurred: "You brothers
It's a drop of beef~ Lord Llane killed the chosen champion of Khorne, Egil, which shocked the old world. Mr. Angron, you killed the greenskin warlord with ease. I've been wondering who your father is.
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"Haha~ If there is so much pledge gold, it should be enough, right?" Angron did not answer the dwarf's question. He only focused on his axe.
"Enough. With so many words, Master Clark will definitely go down the mountain. Guys with long beards all know that Master Clark is famous for his stubbornness. He is stubborn and will never go down the mountain without sufficient conditions, but his stubbornness is enough to make him
Come down the mountain immediately after seeing these things." Deron saw that Angron didn't want to say anything, and the dwarf rune craftsman took over: "I really have you, Mr. Angron, don't worry, if Master Clark takes action, you will get it.
The weapons will definitely be ready."
"Very good!" Angron finally nodded with satisfaction: "Then I'll trouble you to inform you."
After the discussion, several people continued to drink in a relaxed manner. Angron obviously preferred Kislev's spirits and dwarf dark beer in the choice of alcohol, so Bagman beer suited his taste very well. Angron even
After spending money to buy several barrels and drinking them slowly, the World Eater Primarch sacked several greenskin fortresses in succession and accumulated astonishing wealth. Ryan sometimes wondered whether Angron was richer than himself.
"You can't make money as quickly as you can rob it." These are Angron's exact words: "If you need money, come to me, brother."
Ryan has no special hobby for wine. He can taste it well whether it is beer, wine or wood elf fruit wine.
Emilia couldn't stand it anymore. The little maid in her early twenties took a small sip, and her pretty face wrinkled up. Although the Bagman beer was refreshing, it had a high concentration. Emilia was obviously
Not used to drinking.
"Amelia, can't you drink?" Ryan held Amelia's little hand with a smile: "If you can't drink, you don't have to drink."
"Uh~ I'm sorry, I can't eat." Today, Emilia was wearing a silky transparent princess skirt and a goose-yellow chiffon shirt. The girl tied her long golden hair into a beautiful princess hairstyle.
She was originally very happy to follow Ryan out alone, but now she really can't get used to drinking this kind of beer, and she can't get used to eating dwarf food.
"It's okay, Miss Amelia." Ryan wanted to say something else, but Deron laughed loudly: "You can't get used to it. I'll ask the bartender to pour some butterbeer and tell him to put less salt in the food."
"No, it doesn't matter." Ryan shook his head. He took Emilia's hand and took out a bottle of wood elf fruit wine and wood elf jam bread: "Emilia, you can eat this."
"Well! Ryan, thank you!" Emilia was very happy. The girl stuttered very elegantly, maintaining aristocratic etiquette, which was a bit out of place in a dwarf bar. Dugan laughed repeatedly when he saw this: "They have pointed ears.
Something? This reminds me of the story in the history book, that is, in the Battle of Nagasu... you humans are like this
According to records, we prefer to call it the War of Revenge. In short, before this war, when the elves and dwarves were still allies, the elf ambassador at that time brought a barrel of the highest-grade elf wine to the Eternal Peak to present to the High King, representing each other.
friendship, and His Majesty the High King gave the ambassador the finest dwarf black beer."
"What's the result?" Ryan asked with interest.
"It turned out to be a very painful experience for both parties." Dugan sneered: "The so-called fine wine brewed by the elves is simply tasteless sour water when drunk by us dwarves. The High King used an ax to split the barrel.
This action made the elf ambassador feel unhappy, and then the High King held back his nausea and pinched his nose and swallowed the sour water forcibly."
"Similarly, the dark beer we brewed was intolerable to the elf. The elf gushed out just halfway through the drink. In the end, he reluctantly drank the dark beer. Later, someone saw the elf on the patio behind the guest room.
I vomited for a long time, oh, yes, I remembered, that ambassador was Malekith, the son of the first Phoenix King and the Witch King who later caused the elves to split."
"Hahahaha~" Everyone in the dwarf bar laughed loudly: "So, human friends can still understand us!"
Ryan and others also laughed endlessly. Indeed, whether it is the food of dwarves or the wine of elves, humans can accept it and enjoy the delicious food. The difference is between dwarves and elves.
"By the way, Mr. Dugan, you have always mentioned Bafeng Mountain before. I remember that your clan name is very similar to your brother's name? Can you tell us your story?" Ryan tried to ask about the previous incident. He was actually interested in it.
Dugan was intrigued by the story of the dwarves he brought with him.
"Yes, the name of our clan is the Angland clan, and it is indeed very similar to Mr. Angland's name." Dugan thought for a moment and felt that there was nothing to hide: "Since Mr. Ryan wants to know, then I will
Let me tell you our story."
"Thank you very much! Mr. Dugan!" Amelia held Ryan's big hand, her face flushed, and she wanted to hear the story.
"When the Old Saints created the world, the race created immediately after the elves were the dwarves. At that time, under the leadership of the three ancestors Gruni, Grimnir, and Varaya, the dwarves had already
He took root in the Roof Mountains of the World and established his own civilization. Karak-eight peaks was the first city of the dwarves. The establishment of this city was even more impressive than the ancestral dwarf capital, Karaz-a-Karak.
Even the Eternal Peak that you say was built earlier."
"Bafeng Mountain was once the second largest city of the dwarves after the Eternal Peak. The ancestors created an extremely glorious civilization there. At that time, everyone believed that it was protected by the eight peaks and had as many as a dozen defensive bunkers.
The Bafeng Mountain and the city wall will never fall... until more than two thousand years ago, that time that our clan cannot forget."
After Dugan finished speaking, he paused for a moment. He seemed to be holding back something, and a strong emotion was about to burst out. He tried to speak, but his mouth opened, and he finally continued the story: "But Bafeng Mountain
We are facing a problem, that is our underground mines and
There are too many leyline networks and they are too complicated. After thousands of years of development, even the master rune craftsman with the longest beard cannot remember where hundreds of messy leyline networks lead. Just like this, by chance,
Miners have dug a leyline network leading to the Skaven Empire."
"We fought hard, eliminated the hordes of demonic rats, and successfully controlled the siege of the city by the demonic rats. However, not long after, Bafeng Mountain encountered a large group of greenskin attacks, and the dwarves had to face both rat and greenskin attacks.
Attack, fighting on both sides, the ancestors gradually couldn't hold on. Even so, we still persisted for more than a hundred years. Finally, we sealed the sacred temple and treasure deep in the mountains..."
Dugan didn't say anything else, but Ryan knew that Bafeng Mountain still fell: "So your clan was scattered?"
"No, about one hundred thousand dwarves from the Eight Peaks Mountains at that time withdrew and formed our Anglande clan. For the next two thousand years, our Anglande clan wandered in the mountains like this, losing all the honor of the clan.
He took his family members into exile and begged for a living, and tried his best to regain Bafeng Mountain." Du Gen.
Sighing and shaking his head: "Each generation of kings of the Anglande clan vowed to regain the Eight Peaks Mountain and restore the glory of their ancestors, but they all failed without a doubt. The population of the clan continued to decrease. By the time Bellega died three hundred years ago,
When I became the king of the Angland clan, we still had about 30,000 clan members."
"Belga Hammer, I have heard his name." Angron said.
"Well, our king, Belegar Iron Hammer." Dugan Iron Man nodded: "From eighty years ago to now, Belegar has organized two expeditions, and the second expedition even got the help of the High King.
, but all we are left with is bad news. Not long ago, Belegar launched the third expedition. He summoned a large number of refugees from the kingdom and other kings.
The warriors of the country formed an expeditionary force of about 8,000 people, but I am tired of the expedition to Bafeng Mountain. The tribesmen and I who came to your territory do not want to make that kind of useless effort. I mean... if
If I can recapture Bafeng Mountain, I will definitely do it, but the current army cannot succeed... Sir Ryan, do you understand what I mean?"
"I understand." Ryan's eyes lit up, and he vaguely caught something.
Is there anything he can do?
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What no one knew was that while the Angland clan was chatting in the Longbeard Tavern, it was located in the south of the empire, across the border princedom, and the famous dwarf city Sebarak-Haimen Pass.
It was a bad land.
The Badlands is the general name for a vast, desolate area of arid plains and scorching deserts between the towering World's Edge Mountains and the Black Bay coast at the southernmost tip of the Old World. This is the largest greenskin area besides the Black Earth.
It is an active area and there are also many relics of lost civilizations.
If you venture into the Badlands, you must defend your life with the weapons in your hands. Safe travel here is impossible. Even those brigades escorted by heavily armored soldiers cannot guarantee safety, and there are no residents in this cruel and desolate area.
There is no source of food for settlement, and even the water source is seriously polluted. Any army trying to enter this terrible land will suffer astonishing losses.
However, there is still an endless stream of human and dwarf expeditions eager to enter the Badland, because there once was a glorious civilization here. The Kingdom of Strige, one of the five major vampire families, once established a splendid civilization here (it was finally destroyed by Greenland).
In the golden age of the dwarves, there were countless dwarf forts here (finally destroyed by the green skins). Countless treasures and wealth in the past are waiting for those who come after them.
Five or six thousand years ago, the golden age of the dwarves once multiplied and built forts in large numbers at the southern end of the Roof of the World Mountains in the Badlands. Nowadays, these forts have fallen into the hands of the greenskins. Many dwarf expeditionary forces have tried to recapture the dwarf forts, but
There are many failures and few successes. Even if the greenskins can be driven away for the time being, these creatures will soon come back and launch ferocious sieges on the dwarves again and again.
But now, a new army of dwarves has arrived, marching in the wasteland.
This army consists of a group of hammer warriors, a group of bearded warriors, several groups of dwarf rangers, large groups of dwarf miners, dwarf warriors, and of course groups of dwarf crossbowmen and dwarf musketeers, as well as the dwarves' favorite cannons.
More than eight thousand dwarf troops spread across the wilderness, advancing slowly but surely. Not far away, surrounded by clouds and mountains, the road to Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain was already open.
Wearing a blue dwarf's enchanted vibranium plate armor, holding the Hammer of Angrond, and holding the Shield of Resistance, the leader of the Angrond clan, the self-proclaimed King of the Eight Peaks, Belegar-Ironhammer, is standing in front of his ancestors.
On the rune stone, he delivered his speech to the dwarf army, and he hit his shield hard with the hammer.
"Dangdang~"
"Dwarf brothers, refugees from the Angland clan, and warriors from other dwarf kingdoms!"
"Damn greenskins and ratmen, these evil creatures destroyed our homeland and turned our people into refugees! However, they cannot destroy our will!"
"All the suffering we have endured will make us more united, stronger, and more determined. In the name of Gruni and Valaya, we return to the foothills of Karak-Eight Peaks again!"
"In two thousand years of conquest, we have lost many relatives and friends! In two expeditions, we have lost countless brothers and sisters!"
"But all this suffering did not knock us down. Now we are back with hatred and anger!"
"Now! Let us take back everything we have lost and the territory of our ancestors!"
"The third expedition to Bafeng Mountain has begun!" (To be continued)