Menethil's Power

Chapter 77 The Dwarves and the Sea
Isaacs and his party of more than [-] people walked out of the swamp area after an hour, but this does not mean that the next step is a smooth road.Connecting the swamp is a mountainous area. As the terrain continues to rise, the road becomes more and more difficult to walk.

Isaacs raised his head and squinted his eyes to see the snow peak shining holy light in the sun. It was so close to him, as if he could touch it.Within it lies Ironforge, the city of the dwarves that Isaacs knew.

Unlike the Wildhammer dwarves who love the sky, the copperbeard dwarves still retain the characteristics of underground creatures. They who love mining directly hollowed out the entire mountain to build a city, which has to be said to be a miracle.

And Isaacs is very close to this miracle at this time, his position on the mainland map has overlapped with Ironforge, but there is only a height difference of 2000 meters.

According to time calculations, the main force of the alliance should have seized the opportunity to open the passage from the wetlands to Loch Modan, because when Isaacs left the Baladin Bay Fortress, the headquarters had already moved from there to a place closer to the front line, and the other soldiers of the alliance Fighting heroically on the front lines against the orcs, these 300-odd rookie paladins have done a great job of scavengers.

Of course, Isaacs would not have no complaints about being entrusted with such a tasteless task. This kind of dirty work is tiring and not much credit.He has already decided that after returning, he must have the cheek to ask Lothar for a frontal battlefield mission. As long as he is not a miscellaneous soldier, he is willing to serve as a reserve team all the time.

After all, in the original timeline, although the counterattack was considered a victory on the whole, there were still many twists and turns and regrets in it, so what should he do if he knew all this in advance...

Turning around a huge rock along the road, the scene in front of me suddenly changed. This spacious valley is no longer monotonous rocks and vegetation, but fields that have been reclaimed, with crooked dry stems Among the stalks are a few broken scarecrows, and there are some scattered farm tools on the edge of the field.

"This farm doesn't seem to have been abandoned for too long." Matt gave full play to his role as a staff officer, completed the analysis first and reported: "The plants are mainly wheat and fruits, and the original owners should not be humans."

Isaacs nodded, which can be seen from the broken patterns of farm tools.After all, those handles are too thick and too short for human farmers.

They continued to walk deep into the valley, and saw a small village behind the fields. The buildings in this village were very strange, square and square, as if carved from a whole piece of rock. Isaacs asked a few soldiers to look around After a while, there was no trace of any living people.

"It's basically confirmed." Squall said, and the mage's erudition played an effective role in this situation, "This was originally supposed to be a dwarf village, but they seemed to have been attacked and had to leave. "

"That means we still can't get supplies?" Isaacs asked with a frown.

"On the contrary, dwarves generally have the habit of digging cellars to store items, and these dwarf farmers obviously won't bring their stored grain with them when they run away."

"That would be great." Isaacs breathed a sigh of relief, he really didn't want to think about what he ate in the last few days in the swamp. "Baldrich, let the brothers search separately in small teams." He gave the order, thought for a while and added: "If you find the entrance to the basement, report to me first."

The paladins began to disperse the search, but it didn't seem like an easy job for them who were not proficient in architecture.When Reinhardt tried again in vain to remove a stone table and examine the ground beneath it, his mouth became parched, and he began to miss the spirits, ale, and all other throat-smoothing drinks of the Backward Tavern.

Then he really smelled a faint sweet aroma of ale.

Reinhardt sniffed it carefully, and he was sure that this was definitely not a hallucination, only the highest quality dwarven ale would have such a pure malt aroma.Following the scent, he soon found a trapdoor in a haystack.

Reinhardt thought for a moment, then effortlessly snapped the chains on the trapdoor, and pulled back the rotten planks.

It was too late and then too fast, only to hear a roar like a thunderstorm "For Khaz Modan!" Three short figures suddenly jumped out from under the trap door, and a hollow iron rod was directly stuck on the ground. Reinhardt's stomach, and then two pitchforks were crossed on his neck.

Reinhardt was obviously taken aback, but he had seen this kind of dwarven weapon called a musket before, and he didn't want to taste the taste of lead bullets, so he raised his hands rationally, "Listen , dwarves." He tried his best to say in a kind tone: "I am not your enemy."

"Shut up! You dirty monster!" The dwarf with the musket yelled excitedly, his brown-red beard trembled, and he was very nervous, "Hand over your weapon now! Then turn around and embrace Heads down! I'm only saying it once!"

Reinhardt was helpless, and realized that he had to adopt some tactics.He took two steps back deliberately, ignoring the toy-like pitchforks of the two dwarf farmers, and with a dodge, he clamped the dwarf's musket under his armpit, and at the same time, taking advantage of his size, he pressed the other hand on the ground. Caught on the handle of the musket, Reinhardt exerted all his strength, trying to snap off this threatening weapon.

It's a pity that he obviously underestimated the sturdiness of the dwarf product. With the physical strength of a lord-level fighter, the iron pipe can only be slightly bent. In comparison, the shock to its holder is even more serious. , The dwarf musketeer directly pulled the trigger, and the loud gunshots echoed in the silent village.

"There is a situation!" The newly promoted paladins who were still searching around immediately gathered around, and Isaacs also arrived at the first time.Facing so many "enemies", the red beard musketeer became even more emotional, "Come on!" he roared, "I, Gunter Dragon Hunter, swear in the name of my ancestors, you can only step on me dead body through here!"

Isaacs had a headache. Not all dwarves are well-informed. Some dwarves have never left Khaz Modan in their entire lives, and the one in front of him seems to have never seen a foreigner. "I am Isaacs, Prince Isaacs of Lordaeron, the human kingdom. Believe me, dwarves, we are not enemies."

The identity of the royal family often has a certain deterrent, Gunter blinked his small eyes, "Human?" He asked, "Aren't you with those green-skinned monsters?"

"Those orcs invaded our country, so we drove them out." Isaacs explained in as plain a way as possible. "Our army has crossed the channel and is fighting the Horde."

"So you came here to save us?" the red-bearded Gunter asked in disbelief, opening his mouth wide.

"Yes." Isaacs gave an affirmative answer. Aiding Ironforge was one of Lothar's strategic goals, so the dwarf's understanding was not wrong in a sense.

"In order to get here, we cleaned up all the surrounding bluegill tribes." Isaacs added.

This sentence of forcibly closing the relationship was very effective, Gunter Dragon Hunter completely let go of his guard, "Thank you very much, friends. I am sorry for my previous offensive behavior." He awkwardly performed a courtesy, and then looked at Ai Sachs, "You said heir to a kingdom?" He asked in a cautious tone.

Isaacs nodded without denying it.

The dwarf gasped, "My ancestors, a future king." His expression became attentive, "You must meet my boss, Mr. Nesingwary, you must have a lot in common. topic."

Isaacs thought, "Nesingwary? Hemet Nesingwary?"

The red-bearded dwarf was immediately happy, "It seems that you have heard of his reputation, Mr. Nesingwary is the best hunter and writer among the dwarves!" He said happily, and then grabbed Isaacs's clothes "Come with me, Mr. Nesingwary will be very happy to see you."

Isaacs was very interested in this legendary dwarf hunter, so he gestured to the other paladins to be calm, and followed Gunter Dragon Hunter down the steep stairs into the ground. The basement is different, the space here is huge.

The dwarf seemed very satisfied with Isaacs' surprise, "The residents of Rock Village have several good master builders, and they have spent several generations digging out such a large and safe shelter, which is also rare among dwarves. ’ he explained.

"Then why is Mr. Nesingwary here?" Isaacs expressed timely curiosity.

"You know, Mr. Nesingwary has been hunting all over the world and writing about his experiences. I followed him on the west coast to kill a few huge split fin sharks more than a year ago. On the way back, I was hit by a rock. The hospitality of the village." Gaunt said hello to the other dwarves, and they all looked at Isaacs with a strange look.The red-bearded dwarf was right, almost all the dwarves in the village were here.

"But at that time, the war suddenly broke out. First, there was a large group of green-skinned orcs, and then there were endless out-of-control gnolls and murlocs. Therefore, Mr. Nesingwary decided to guard Rock Village until everything is stable." Gunter continued.

Isaacs and the interesting dwarf chattered off and on, and the topic quickly shifted from Nesingwary to Gaunt himself.

"Your surname seems very unique. Would you mind sharing your family story?"

This hit just hit the dwarf's itchy spot, and he suddenly became a little brighter, "My ancestor once hunted and killed a black dragon, and his famous name is still sung in Ironforge." The dwarf's eyes glowed. , "My lifelong dream is to accomplish the feats of my ancestors."

"As long as you follow Mr. Nesingwary's words, this dream will definitely come true." Isaacs said with certainty, knowing that Hemet Nesingwary's most famous feat later was to shoot down a blue dragon , although that one has been known as the five scumbags for a long time, he is indeed a dragon.

The underground fortress of this rock village is very wide, and Isaacs estimates that it is almost half the size of the bay fortress.Gunter Dragon Hunter led him for a while in the corridor, and finally stopped in front of a door, "Mr. Nesingwary doesn't want to be disturbed when he is creating, so his room is very remote. said Gaunt in a low voice.

He tapped on the thick oak door, "Mr. Nesingwary?"

He was answered by a strong smell of alcohol and a loud grunt.

"Uh, Mr. Nesingwary is usually taking a nap at this time." Gaunt explained embarrassingly. He took Isaacs into the room, and then saw the dwarf "the greatest writer" blushing. He fell asleep on the table, holding an oak barrel tightly in his arms.

"It's irrational to wake up the current Mr. Nesingwary, so I think it's better for you to wait a while." Gaunt took a small wine barrel from the wine rack beside it, which has four layers of wine rack It is almost empty now.The dwarf uncorked the barrel and poured a cup for Isaacs and himself.

"Old Ford's special top-grade moonshine wine has an intoxicating aroma and endless aftertaste." He said happily, and handed the manuscript on the table to Isaacs. "You can read Mr. Nesingwary's new work first."

Isaacs took the papers and laughed to himself looking at the wine stains of various colors on the paper.Hemet Nesingwary does not seem to be very good at calligraphy, his handwriting is very messy and scribbled, and judging from the date, it seems that Mr. Nesingwary only wrote half a page today.

From the vague handwriting on the title page, Isaacs could barely make out the title of this masterpiece, "Dwarves and the Sea".

(End of this chapter)