Warhammer Divine Throne

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"Brother, what's the matter with you? I don't care about my own weapons?" Clark-Sterner's tone is unpleasant: "A soldier who doesn't respect his own weapons will pay the price in the end."

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"Didn't I hear the news?" Ryan hurriedly lost his smile. These dwarf rune craftsmen masters are notoriously stubborn and stubborn, because the power of rune has penetrated into their souls, dwarf rune craftsmen Will not accept any threats, they will only do what they like.

"Well, I added three runes to this pair of tomahawks. They are "return" torn" and "bloodthirsty". As for your Warhammer... just take it according to your request. It's called Thor's Hammer." Clark is also habitually complaining, this is the problem of dwarves with long beards, and the most old dwarves like complaining and chattering.

The silver Warhammer was handed over to Ryan’s hands. This Warhammer is about 1.8 meters in length and is covered with various golden patterns, as well as many dwarves’ marks, Warhammer’s hammers. The head is blunt on one side and pointed on the other. Both ends of the hammer head have lightning wing patterns, and the hammer handle is inlaid with three rune stones.

Starting with Ryan, you can feel the huge weight of this Warhammer and the explosive energy surging in the hammer. He grips the hammer tightly and injects psychic energy into Warhammer's hammer handle. The golden patterns are all It lights up until it fills the entire hammer body.

"Your needs are obviously different from your big brother. Your big brother's weapons focus on lethality, and you obviously want your weapons to focus on armor piercing capabilities and defensive, so I give you The rune is completely different from the one for the meat-cutters and the tearers." Clark motioned to Ryan to put Warhammer down: "I added three runes to your Warhammer."

"First of all,'Granny Endurance', Warhammer is different from the battle axe. The important thing is durability. The endurance rune can ensure that your Warhammer can survive a long battle without requiring maintenance. A typical example is the symbol of the imperial emperor Gael Malaz Warhammer, that Warhammer also has this kind of rune, users never have to worry about maintenance."

"Very good." Ryan nodded with satisfaction.

"Second is'Grimnir's Bravery'. Obviously you have a special power in your body. Dwarves are not a race that is good at magic, but we have used the wind of magic for thousands of years. The power is bound and then imprinted on the weapon. It is also for you. As long as you move towards this Warhammer and input your energy into it, you can also achieve the effect of energy absorption and energy cutting."

"Finally, This kind of rune is "forbidden magic". In the battle, we will inevitably encounter enemies with strong demon ability. Therefore, I have attached a forbidden magic rune to the hammer of Warhammer. This can be used for those who use magic defense. Enemies cause miraculous effects and additional huge amounts of damage."

Ryan was shocked by it. Only the dwarves who can fuse rune enchants and forbidden fuse together are the only races that have been studying forging for tens of thousands of years. Up.

"The weapon your brother asked our dwarves to help make has been completed. The dwarves don’t owe you anything anymore, but I want to say that this cooperation is pretty happy, if you have something similar next time. Blueprint and pledge money, I am willing to run again.” Looking at his own work, Clark finally smiled. The president of the Rune Craftsman Association hasn't smiled for a long time.

For more than five hundred years, Clark finally mastered two brand-new weapon manufacturing methods, and he also found a lost rune. Clark has no reason to be unhappy. He and the more than one hundred he brought The dwarves with long beards have benefited a lot from Ryan. Of course the proud dwarves don’t directly thank them. It’s always okay to say that they are happy to cooperate.

"Master Clark, please do not leave in a hurry. Please be sure to attend my wedding. I will be your VIP guests. Please taste our human food and wine." Putting Warhammer away, Ryan politely Bend and said, moved towards the group of dwarves issued a grand invitation.

Ryan has a great status in this country, and his reputation has spread far and wide. His invitation seems to have given the dwarves a lot of face, and the bearded people talked about it.

"This human being is still somewhat sincere."

"The bearded people like this kind of polite human."

" Jill killed him. He is somewhat capable and a hammer star."

"My beard tells me that this little brother has things."

rune craftsman Clark- The Harshman originally planned to stay here for a while, because during the inspection, he found that Deron Feynsen, a young rune craftsman (over 300 years old), had a good foundation, and was planning to spend some time teaching Deron to have a deeper grasp. Rune engraving technology, since Ryan took the initiative to invite, Clark just got down the steps, and the white-bearded rune craftsman said: "Since the Earl is kindly invited, the dwarf will give you a face!"

This long-bearded dwarf lived here, because Ryan has already accepted two dwarf clans (the Angland clan of Dugan-Tiehan, the Novigreen clan of Sven-Novigreen), dwarves A fairly large-scale settlement has been established here, and these long-bearded dwarves have no worries about finding a place to live.

The following days were quite leisurely for Ryan. There was no war in the entire kingdom. The nobles were busy recuperating and licking their wounds, and there was no time to initiate court conspiracies. This war made Brittany all fine. Exhausted.

The production and development of the northern part of the kingdom have been severely affected. The new Duke of Lyonasse, Aldelaide, soon discovered after taking office that he could control only half of the ducky. This new duke had to ask the royal court and the nobles in the south for help. The nobles in the south did not refuse and sent a lot of food and supplies.

After another two weeks, autumn is here.

The weather is getting cooler, and Ryan’s wedding is getting closer and closer. The Lake Fairy Girl’s Day is arranged in the late autumn season. During this time, Ryan lives in a simple way, and he lives peacefully according to his own rhythm of life. , Arranged his steward Katzenberg and tax officer Gasparton to prepare for the marriage.

Occasionally, he would visit the Tower of Dawn Wizard. Targris was teaching Veronica and Teresa, but most of Ryan did not understand the magic that Targris taught. It was so esoteric, Ryan gave up after hearing it a few times.

The warm wind of early autumn blew through the Earl of Glamorgan, unconsciously another year of harvest. This year, the Earl of Glamorgan has grown to 28 villages, with a population of nearly 80,000 and a standing army of more than 1,000. With more than one hundred Knights, a Dwarf Musketeer and a Novi Green Iron Shard Warrior team.

The territory was filled with a festive atmosphere. The serfs knew that their beloved earl was about to get married. The lowly serfs were destined not to attend the earl’s wedding ceremony, but they could still bless the earl in their hearts. Marriage.

What no one knows is that another distinguished guest who plans to attend Ryan's wedding ceremony has arrived.

Several carriages loaded with dwarf goods drove into the Earl of Glamorgan. Engineer Dugan-Tiehan and Bafeng Mountain King Bellegar sat on the front of the carriage, looking at the golden-yellow cars along the way. Mai Lang, enjoying the refreshing wind and drinking refreshing ale, is quite pleasant. Behind the carriage are dozens of iron and hammer warriors. They are Angrande's vows of guards and Bellegar's most loyal. Subordinate.

"Cheers~" Dugan took out a mug, filled Baylor with ale, and filled himself with it, and then drank it with one mouthful: "Happy hour, a glass of respect to the ancestor Granny ! A glass to our Angland Clan’s first king Roen-Hammer!"

"Come on! Dugan! Ale!" Dugan-Tiehan’s support greatly eased Bellegar’s dilemma. , He relaxed a lot. After the remaining clansman was settled, the King of Bafeng Mountain took this opportunity to walk out. Bellegar took the initiative to explain to Rorek that he wanted to contact humans, relying on Dugan-Tiehan Under the leadership of, Bellegar followed him to Ryan's territory.

"Tons, tons~" It was another glass of malt, and Bellegar burped, thinking that he hadn't drank malt so happily in a long time.

It's so cool!

"The earl is a very capable person. From the time he took in our dwarves, I knew his talents, especially his ability to fight. Needless to say, the heavy cavalry team led by the earl himself The battle strength is amazing.” Dugan-Tiehan went on to introduce: “Whenever we fight with the earl’s army on the battlefield, we no longer have to worry about enemies circling our flanks and back. We just need to use the muskets to our heart’s content. Just shoot."

"Heavy Cavalry..." Bellegar's eyes lit up and he touched his white beard: "I heard that the Knight of Brittany is known as the old world First Layer cavalry. Since the Empire’s Knight group is even stronger, I don’t know if I have a chance to see it this time."

"There must be a chance." Dugan took out the toasted whole-wheat bread with vegetables and The ham is delicious: "But I have a bad thing to say first, Bellegar, you are our king, you are noble, the earl will definitely see you, but I hope you don’t..."

"I know I know." Bellegar sighed in a low voice, "Dugan, I still have to thank you this time. If it weren't for the big car you sent, we still don't know how to spend this winter. I'm really sorry. I'll speak to Rorek again."

"Bellega...I told you when you first set out. With the accumulation of several decades, an army of 8,000 people is not enough to regain Bafeng Mountain. "Dugan also sighed: "There are too few troops. Regardless of the Skasnik of the Evil Moon clan, even the black orc army under Skasnik has more than one thousand, and even if we really follow The Eight Peaks Mountain has been recovered by the Xie Yue clan, and we can’t hold it. There are Quik and its Ratman army under the Earth Vein Network."

"Komanik also has the same opinion, we want it now. First find a way to seize a fortress, restore production, and then summon the lost clansman." Bellegar looked at the prosperous plain and was a little surprised: "Our chances are running out. If this continues, the Angrande clan will be overwhelmed by hatred. "

After listening to Bellegar’s words, Dugan knew that the king of Bafeng Mountain would be impossible anyway to give up the business of recovering Bafeng Mountain. He couldn’t persuade him anymore. Several carriages moved along the road. The axles turned back and forth, and the dwarves clicked one's tongue in wonder at the tall windmills, mills, fertile ground and workshops in the earl.

"It's pointed ears!" The stubborn dwarf with long beard saw the silhouette of the elf: "There are pointed ears here! And there are many!"

"That seems to be a high elf "!"

"Oh! What a bad luck, how come there are so many elves here?"

"I'm annoyed to see them!"

Angel Lande vowed that the guards complained loudly that it was normal for dwarves to dislike elves.

The road gradually became congested. With too much carriage, pedestrians filled the originally wide road. The caravan of dwarves was forced to slow down. As a result, they collided with a group of elves.

Dwarves don’t like elves, and elves have seen the silhouette of dwarves.

Both parties were indifferent and didn't even say hello. They went their own way. The large group of convoys moved in an orderly manner, but they were all in peace.

…………

Brittania, Bodreux, the capital of Poldero Duchy, Mannan dry dock.

A fleet from the Empire is entering the port, the sails of the galleon are painted with blue coat of arms and white wolf heads, and a Whitehead Wolf holding a Warhammer battle flag flying.

"Boris Toddbringer, Elector of Wallrich and Grand Duke of Midland, is here." Duke Boderek of Polderro said to Sir Holf next to him. "It looks like there is also Axel Gris, the head of the White Wolf Knight regiment. You will meet me on the dock."

There is no friendship between Boder and Boris, and there is no relationship. In general, Boris does not have the face of Targris, so Boderick just feels it interesting.

"Yes! My Duke." Sir Holf was about to come forward to meet Duke Boderek, but he soon went and returned: "Duke, Ryan's adoptive parents are here too!"

"What?!" Bo Derek took a closer look. Sure enough, the fully armed Elector of Boris and the head of the White Wolf Knight regiment, Axel Gris, each supported a figure. The thin old nobleman and a gray-haired old lady took them step by step into the boat: "Your Excellency Norman, Mrs. Norman, slow down."

Almost all hair is bald, only Little Old Man with a red nose with a little hair on both sides obviously hadn’t been on a boat. His face was pale and his feet were unstable. With the help of Elector Boris, he walked off the boat in fear and fear: "No, Lord Boris. , You really make me wonder what should I do, you are the candidate, I am just a hillbilly in the Nord country!"

"What's the matter then? Ryan and I are as close as brothers , You are my elder! Your Excellency Norman." Boris has a smile on his face. That's right. Normally, the status of the elector is five levels higher than that of the hillbilly lord of the Nord country, but Norman has a good one. Son, this Little Old Man deserves to be treated with courtesy by Boris.

In the Nordic Kingdom now, who doesn’t know that Norman’s son is Ryan-Makado? That Sacred Domain powerhouse that even the "Red Eye" Egil can cut down? Even Nordic King Harald Frank respected Norman for a three-pointer, and it is understandable that Boris did so in order to establish a relationship.

White Wolf Urik even awarded the Oracle to ask Boris to take the Normans to White Wolf City for retirement.

"Really Ryan's adoptive parents!" Boderik couldn't calm down this time: "Go! Divine Knight, come with me to welcome Ryan's parents!"

"Yes! "

The Duke of Boderek led a large group of Divine Knight to personally greet Elector Boris, the head of the White Wolf Knight regiment Axel and Ryan’s adoptive parents, and arrange them in the castle. After staying, the duke stood on the pier and muttered to himself complicatedly: "Even the elector of the empire is here..."

A very unpleasant sound of footsteps came from behind him. This footstep sound is simply not like a human voice, but like the sound of some wooden spikes directly piercing the ground.

"Why did you show up at this time." Duke Bodrick did not turn around. He just stood in place. Behind him appeared a man wearing a red headscarf, wearing a tattered shirt and shorts, holding Woman holding a Trident.

This woman is very special. There are no human legs and feet below the calves, but made up of wooden prostheses.

"Father ordered me to come to you, I need your help, the champion of father and Prince of Poseidon, Boderic-de-Poldero."