Warhammer Divine Throne

When Ryan arrived at the dwarf blacksmith's workshop on the banks of Chinon, Anglang and the others were already there.

A large group of long-bearded dwarves are gathering in the blacksmith's workshop. They are visiting the equipment built by Deron Feinsen, nagging and talking endlessly. The most important content is first complaining about the Some materials were not complete, and then complained that the hydraulic stamping device here was not effective, then complained that the quality of the anvil and hammer was not good, and finally complained that the lunch provided by Ryan was not good.

Some dwarves say that the meat is too old and it is not well done.

Some dwarves say that the meat is too tender, bloodshot, and not chewy.

Some dwarves say that the meat is not old or tender, and has no special features.

Let steward Katzenberg, who is in charge of the reception, brow beaded with sweat by these dwarves with long beards.

No one knows that these long-bearded dwarves are actually quite satisfied with this blacksmith’s workshop, but picking bones in eggs is the habit of these long-bearded elderly people, because for dwarves, they It is absolutely unacceptable to be overwhelmed by humans in technology and engineering, even dwarves hired by humans!

The president of the Dwarf Rune Craftsman's Association, Clark-The Harshman, did not say much. Many of his white beards had fallen to the ground. Clark looked at the blueprint carefully and said nothing.

Clark-the Harshman, as the oldest rune craftsman master and association president among the dwarves, has always been an unloved person, or the rune craftsman of the Grandmaster Rank.

"A full barrel of beer does not make a sound, half a barrel of beer sloshing straight."

——A dwarf proverb, describing those who are not good at learning skills and like to show off their skills and knowledge

"How is it? Mr. Dwarf, can I do with my weapon?" Anglang asked expectantly moving towards Clark-Sterner.

The world swallower is wearing a dwarf enchanted mithril plate armor. Angelang, who is more than two meters tall, looks very tall in front of Clark, who is only 1.5 meters tall. Clark is forced to raise his head. Talk to Anglang: "This kind of weapon, this level of weapon...You really think too easily, this level of weapon is for dwarves..."

"For dwarves?" An After hearing this, Gran felt cold, and he complained in his heart that the emperor didn't give him weapons, which made him go to the dwarf in a low voice.

"For the dwarf...Of course nothing difficult!!!" Clark flushed, he stretched out his hand and patted it hard on the big table, a wooden table was directly photographed by him A huge handprint: "Very good, this is a brand new technology and rune engraving method that I have never seen before! Over five hundred years, I finally have a new challenge!"

"very good Anglang finally smiled. He saw Ryan coming in and said happily: "Brother, we finally have our weapons."

"Very good!" Ryan couldn't help himself. He respectfully moved towards Clark-the Harshman with Knight etiquette: "Thank you very much, Master Clark!"

"You don't have to thank me, I will go down because of your promised blueprint and pledge money." Clark didn't respond to Anglang and Ryan's thanks. The master is more than a thousand years old, and there have been too many things in his life: "I accept the blueprint. Where is the pledge?"

"Here" Angelang took out a big bag, which was filled with pledge money.

"en." Clark turned his head and motioned for the dwarf to go up and check.

A man with a long beard came up and took the big bag from Anglang's hand. He directly pierced it with a sharp blade, and a large amount of dwarf oath gold spilled out and all fell on the ground.

"What do you mean? Mr. Dwarf?" Anglang was a little dissatisfied, which was obviously a distrust of him.

"We have paid a lot for mankind, Mr. Angelang, but not all mankind treats us sincerely. In order to avoid some unpleasant things, we need to settle in advance. "Clark-the Harshman carried his doomsday anvil into the middle of the workshop, and started to ignite, igniting the huge forge, the wind of magic ignited in the golden-top and ash-based forge, and the dwarven rune craftsmen instigated the bellows, Bring a few large basins of clean water and push coals with a trolley.

This doomsday anvil is the Supreme Treasure of the dwarf clan. From its inheritance ten thousand years ago to the present Supreme treasure, it is said to have been used by the dwarf lord god Granny until now. This whole anvil The engraved on it is full of sacred rune engravings, completely made by Zhenjin.

The rune craftsman Deron Feinsen employed by Ryan explained to Angland: "My earl, Mr. Angland, the dwarves have been deceived more than once during the settlement, including Human beings, Master Clark doesn’t trust anyone. He is accustomed to having to settle accounts before working, otherwise he won’t even listen to the Supreme King’s orders."

Angelang’s face is not very good: "Okay. Well, as long as the weapon is okay."

The dwarf longbeard warrior ordered away 155 oath gold, and put the remaining twenty-thirty oath gold in the bag again: " Not many points, a lot of points, and the rest is back to you. We are going to make weapons for you. The method for dwarves to make rune weapons is unspread secret. Please avoid them."

"What about me? ?" Deron asked to please the ground.

"Come and help me, Deron, I want to see if you have grown over the years!" Clark-the harsh voice came from one side: "I have seen your work Although it still doesn’t make sense, but it’s still the same, I want to see if you can learn more profound rune engraving."

"Ah?! Yes! Yes!" Delong trot happily. In front of Clark.

Being pointed by Clark-Severe, this is the glory of rune craftsman Supreme!

As everyone knows, the number of dwarven rune craftsmen is no longer many. These living priceless treasures communicate the knowledge of the last rune of the golden age of dwarves and now. Many powerful war runes and enchanted runes have been lost. , And the reason is only those rune craftsmen think there is no one worth teaching.

These rune knowledge and skills gradually wither, until they are completely forgotten. People can only find some powerful rune words from those archives. The rune craftsmen will never and cannot be forced to do so. In the past years, the power of rune magic made them more stubborn, and only those who he considered qualified could learn the most profound knowledge of rune magic.

Now the president of the Dwarf Rune Craftsman's Association Clark-Severe is willing to give him some advice. How can this not make Deron Feynson ecstatic?

"Go out, humans, give me three days, and I will naturally build the weapons you want." Clark-The Harshman saw that Ryan and Anglang were still standing at the door, so he didn't He said patiently: "Give me out now, immediately, or this deal will be void!"

"Okay, okay, let's go out." Ryan shrugged helplessly, and he simply pulled Anglang. Going out: "Let’s go, brother."

"Let’s go." Anglang muttered, "I'm also going to see if the dwarves will praise Omnisia and the like together before building weapons. Ceremony."

"That's a machine, not a blacksmith, right? The dwarf should be praising the Lord Granny."

"Almost, almost."

After all, Anglang was pulled out of the blacksmith workshop by Ryan, the bright sunshine illuminates the earl of Glamorgan, the breath of midsummer rises above the waves, the clear river hua hua flows, and two people walk on the Chinon River Hanging around and chatting easily.

"Brother, take a sip?" Anglang took the kettle on his waist, which contained the Bagman beer he bought from the dwarf, this dark beer and Kislov vodka It is Anglang’s favorite wine. He also prefers mead and Brittany brandy.

"It's really fragrant." Ryan took the kettle and took a big swig. The thick and long flavor and refreshing stimulation of Bagman beer made him squinted with comfort.

"Brother, dwarves are all kind of people who hold grudges. You must look at it. When you look back, they will write down your things in a small notebook. If you have nothing to do, they will look at them, and then they will itch with anger. After taking a sip of dark beer, Ryan returned the jug to Anglang. He said with a smile: "Do you know the story of two and a half Gold Coins?"

"Two and a half Gold The story of Coin?" Anglang took a big sip from the kettle and burped contentedly: "I haven't heard, what story is that, is it related to the dwarf?"

"About nine years ago Fifteen years ago, the Ostermark Elector of the Empire and the Dwarven Kingdom reached an agreement." Ryan told a story: "The Grand Duke of Ostermark and the Elector of Bekafen intends to stay in Ostermark. A strong enough castle was built in the province to guard against the possible invasion of the Chaos Tribe in the north. The elector chose to give this major project to the dwarf. The two sides agreed on a price, and the dwarf started construction."

"It took about two years for the dwarves to build an excellent defensive castle called Kriegerhof. This castle was guarded on the road between the kingdoms of Bekafen and Kislov. After the inspection, Hou was very satisfied, and he began to deliver the project money."

"The project money was installed by the elector in 144 small trolleys and sent to the dwarf. This should have happened. That's it, but when the dwarf counted the money, he found that the agreed wage was two Gold Coins and fifty Silver Coins." Ryan said here didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "Dwarf So furious, they personally sent someone to Bekafen, the capital of Ostermark, and asked the elector to give an explanation."

"God." Anglang already knew what happened. Now, he covered his face with his hands and couldn't bear to look directly.

"The elector did not take the dwarf's question seriously. He casually stated that there may be wastage in the transportation. The money I went out here was right, and I was not responsible." Ryan went on to tell the story. Finished: "Seeing the elector's refusal to give an explanation, this annoyed the dwarves, so the dwarves assembled an army from Karak-Kadrin, and this army defeated the Kriegerhof that the dwarves had just built. The castle, raze the castle directly to the ground, and then angrily said that this was the price you paid for deceiving the dwarves!"

"Finally, the elector faced the siege of the dwarves, and he had to hand over two Gold Coin 50 Silver Coin's'final money'. The dwarves retired. The ending is that the castle is gone, the defenders are gone, and the money is gone. It can be said that both people and money are empty."

"hahahahaha I'm really convinced, do these dwarves hold such grudges?" Anglang laughed loudly, and he shook his head again and again: "Okay, what the dwarves say is what they say."

"hahahaha ~" Two people Laughing on the road.

Not long after going out, Ryan’s kingdom, Knight Hex, arrived on a horse: "Earl!"

"What's wrong?" Ryan lifts the head and looked at Knight is sweaty all over.

"The town of Jean has arrived in a large group of high elves, and they have named to see you!" Hex had sweat on his forehead.

"Okay, I'll come here." Ryan thought that Targris was here, and he turned around: "Brother, do you want to take a look together?"

"Yes. "

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Today’s Jean town is very lively, because an army of high elves arrived, causing a large number of humans to watch, and the serfs gathered, one While fearful, the other curiously carried out an inhuman onlooker of this army of high elves.

"It's an elf! It's an elf!"

"Don't we see elves often?"

"Blind! What do you know, this is a high elf, Not the wood elves we often see!"

"Wow! It is the legendary high elves! This is the first time I have seen you!"

"So gorgeous, so awesome! So neat !"

Hundreds of serfs rushed out of the town, watching the high elves army, they stick one's head around to look for, moved towards this high elven army pointing fingers, the serfs were curious, but There is not much hostility, because this town serves as a fixed trading point with wood elves. Residents often see wood elves, so they are no strangers to pointed ears.

The high elves are very impatient with this rude behavior of humans. Demon Sword Szoltan of Hoss came to Targris's side: "Your Excellency Targris, these monkeys really can't tell good from bad."

"Quiet, we are here to find people, not to give long memory to humans." Targris leaned on Lilith’s Moon Staff, and his eyes were first on Ji. The city wall and the artillery on the castle tower in Encheng Town were then placed on a group of wood elves who were driving the truck into the city. The words showed some interest in rare words: "Interesting, Ryan-Makado actually and Esley There is a trade relationship. I remember that Esley will only choose the most trustworthy among humans to trade."

"This human hero can kill the'red eye' Egil Stillby Jon, it means that his strength should be no problem. It can be recognized by the wood elves, which means that his strength and credit are affirmed by the wood elves, and you see." Targris's eyes moved: "There are still many dwarves there. ."

"If you can kill that'red eye', this guy named Ryan is still a bit capable...Dwarf, monkey, and our distant relatives. Apart from chaos, this city I am the best The three things I don't like are all gathered." Hoss Demon Sword Szoltan shook his head again and again.

"Shut up, Zoltan." Targris lifts the head: "Our compatriots are here."

A group of wood elves came to him: "Tiger Your Excellency Reese, hello, didn’t expect you to come here. I’m the Woodland Lord Dailina. May I ask the relatives of Asul from Osu’an what are you doing here?"

"I'm here I’m here to meet Count Ryan-Makado.” Tegris was always expressionless, and he was very calm: “I didn’t expect to see Eisley. I’m very happy. I brought it. Greetings from Phoenix Wang Finnuba Your Majesty and Eternal Queen Ela Ruili Your Majesty."

"Thank you, I will convey it." Dai Linna nodded and smiled: "The meeting with my compatriots is indeed a lucky day. May Kunos and Aisha bless you, but I think our conversation ends here. Your Excellency Ryan is here."

"..." Targris followed Dalena's gaze.

On the banks of Chinon, Ryan and Anglang appeared in front of the high elves. He spoke fluent Elf language: "Welcome, guest from Osuan, I’m Ryan, Ryan-Makado , The lady’s champion of choice."

"Tegris, the High Elf Safrijos, the Supreme Magister Council of the White Tower Magister Council."

"Good meeting."