Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 632 The Madman's Advice
Lifting the double leather curtain blocking the store door, Lyle's eyes suddenly lit up.McKenbert didn't have many street lights, and the fire from the big melting furnace dyed the whole city a dull red. Coupled with the special metal roof, the time in the Dwarf Kingdom seemed to stay at dusk.

And the magic hanging lamps are hung on the support pillars of the furnace fire slag, and the clear lights seem to have wiped away the dust in everyone's hearts.

The slag from the fire was not clean and tidy, and the marks of scrubbing were still left on the floor. There was no ventilation, and a warm and pungent smell of spices rushed into Lyle's nostrils. It might not be a big deal to the hairy dwarf. But Lyall's nose was itchy.

Lyle quickly saw what made this restaurant special, and that was their staff and customers.

Those were dwarves with disabilities. Judging from the length of their beards, most of them had passed their prime of life and were in the transitional stage of old age.Dwarfs of a similar age rarely appear on McCannport Street, just as aging heroes always step off the stage to leave the venue for fresh newcomers.But these dwarves looked even worse. Broken hands and feet were almost the norm. Some of them couldn't even control the auxiliary metal legs, so they could only climb up the long table with the help of their companions.

The tribulations of life seem to drive them into the quagmire of despair, even so, they will turn over and smile to the sky.

They wore their best clothes and helped each other fasten their locks.The wine glasses were held in hands, hooks, and tongs, and then poured into their laughing mouths.They huddled together, filling the long table like hamsters, passing food from the kitchen behind them.

Every dwarf has a loud voice, and the closed leather seems to be designed to block their voices.

There were noisy voices one after another, and then they were drowned out by a loud shout.

"Look! Brothers! A human being! In McKenbert!!!" Those glowing eyes were hidden in the beard and hair, like glowing gems in a bird's nest.

Soon the surprise turned to cheers, as if celebrating some great celebration.

"Come to me, boys!"

Two more seats were squeezed out of the crowded long table, and Wieserg smiled and invited Lyle to join the banquet.

Sitting next to Lyle was a guy with a sunken head on the left side. He wore a blindfold on his left eye. He used his hideous face to squeeze out an ugly and simple smile. He hugged Lyle, touched it lightly, and then turned his head The companions around him are advocating.

"Human spellcasters are fragile, so you have to be gentler with them than you are with a dwarf baby. Experience! I broke that poor kid's bones before."

The one-eyed dwarf looked back at Lyle again, with tears in his eyes.

"Human beings are fragile, but their magic is much greater. I will never forget the way Lord Morroki held up the earth."

"Non-minded Philip, you talk nonsense when you see people, and you talk nonsense when you see people, that's not what you said the day before yesterday!"

Lyle looked at Wieserg, who had been laughing. He had just heard a joke about goblets and rams.

"They're not like the other dwarves, I mean psychologically, they're closer to the dwarves I know."

"The members of Furnace Slag are veterans. They are survivors who participated in the war against the gods. They are pioneers who have really touched the world and have a broad vision. As you can see, they are covered with scars. They are McKenbert. The tinder, participants in our glory days. Although their bodies are no longer capable of doing any normal dwarf job, I still love them. Here, I will never be a leader. I am just a dick young people."

"Firehammers, the slag of the furnace fire."

Lyle took the wine glass handed over, and calmed down with the spicy and sweet taste.

"The Red Dragon Priest, Freiheimer, was their leader..."

"This is why my uncle has no face to face them. No one expected the cost of that war, even though they were mentally prepared. When I was young, I wanted to join them in the battlefield, but my father detained me. "

【We are kings, we want to protect their home. 】

"But I didn't do it, they have no home. They are incompatible with Macon Burt, who are scarred, and the attack on the red dragon has also deprived them of their glory. I am super unwilling, Lyall, why would my people If it becomes like this, the glorious past is left behind, and the spine broken by the evil god cannot be repaired. We obviously still have hope."

The spirit of wine gradually increased, and it was only then that Lyle noticed that there were more than a dozen empty wine glasses beside the dwarf king.

"It's okay, the dwarves talk about everything at the wine table, but let's have a big meal first."

There was a noise in the kitchen, and a dwarf cook who lost his legs moved his simple wheelchair and came over. He came to the side of the long table and took off his apron.He opened his eyes to Lyle and Wieserg a few times, and then picked up the wine glass.

"Let's go! Brothers!"

"The Fire Hammer never burns!"

"To our new guest!"

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Satisfied with wine and food, alcohol and oil had a wonderful chemical reaction in the stomach, and Lyall was a little dazzled in the warm wave, but he resisted the omen to deprive him of these enjoyments.Lyle's face returned to calm, and among a group of drunken dwarves, he looked at the king beside him.

"Weapons are for killing, and the best criterion for testing weapons is destruction. I appreciate the ability of the Red Dragon Immelt, but the works of the Artisan Council will eventually be put into the army. I cannot allow soldiers to go into battle with ineffective weapons Enemies. The Council of Artisans will not change their own rules. We are realistic, Lyle."

"Who is your enemy?"

"Those servants of evil gods, those bugs dormant in the depths of the crypt, they will always come back. In order to prevent the past tragedies from happening again, we must always be prepared, and the training of soldiers is also going on all the time."

"That's why weapons are updated frequently. All the assessment weapons are new, in order to test new works in the best condition?"

"Mr. Lyle was joking. Although we are good at forging, we are not so extravagant that we use new weapons to set off the artisan council. Those swords that were assessed have been used a few times, and they are defective for the soldiers. product, but as a touchstone is definitely the real thing."

Lyle smiled.

The dwarf king looked at the young man who had suddenly changed his momentum, his dark eyes seemed to have magical powers, and he focused all his attention on this boy who had become a little dangerous, and the snoring of the dwarves was becoming blurred.

Lyle's lips moved.

"Destruction, is really the best standard for testing weapons? I don't think so."

"Weapons are used to kill people. Then why not change the content of the assessment to kill people? Let the dwarves wear armor and test the lethality of weapons. Only blood-drinking weapons are the best weapons."

"Wesselg, use the weapon made by the red dragon Immelt to kill people."

The dwarf king's eyes were shining with ecstasy, and the flush of drunkenness was still on his face.

Looking at that smiling human being is like peering into an indescribable abyss.

"Ridiculous." Wieserg's only feedback.

"Ridiculous, disordered..." Lyle smiled and nodded, agreeing with his statement.

"I have another word to explain these. This is beyond the reach of theoretical reality, beyond the control of truth..."

"Miracle."

(End of this chapter)