Warhammer Seal

Chapter 173
The dwarves are an ancient and industrious race that is gradually dying out.Their mighty empire was in ruins, and many of the mighty fortresses the Dwarves had built in the mountains were abandoned or taken by orcs and skaven in centuries of war.

Wende has only one comment on this, he is both disheveled and pretentious.

If you don’t have great fertility, just make more war machines to replace manpower. Some revenge will cause very large losses, so let’s put it aside temporarily. Some new tactics and new equipment are proven to be useful, so use more.

No, it's the food and pretense that turned the race with the most potential in the entire world into a dying candle.

The division of dwarf leadership is quite simple. Every city has its own king. Only when war breaks out do the kings obey the dwarf High King, the one who leads all the kings.

The current high king of the dwarves, Saul Green the Grudger, has set a pretty good example in his own job. He personally leads the army against all external threats, proving that he is not a coward who just hides behind.

Wende is going to complain about this again. As the High King, your task is to develop the economic strength and internal affairs capabilities of the dwarves. What a dwarf city looked like ten years ago will not develop at all ten years later.

Even the human emperor Karl Franz, who often went out to fight, was first a statesman and then a warrior.

Dwarves are a proud race, and if they think they have been offended, real or imagined, no matter how slight, they will strike back immediately and never forget it years later.

So facing such a meeting, Wende also made sufficient preparations, at least let Ruixi, the dark elf, avoid it for a while, and at the same time made the best venue arrangement.

The food was cooked by the halfling cooks from Moot. This is not the key point. The key point is that Wende piled up all kinds of wine on the table, from Bretonnia, Tyrell, Marienburg, and Eschen. Homegrown red wine.

The dwarf emissary was never late, and now he walked into Wende's living room with neat steps, sat down at the table familiarly, picked up a bottle of wine, and began to drink heavily. The three envoys were very thirsty and had a hard journey.

Wende waited patiently, even he and Vlad couldn't figure out the reason why the dwarves sent envoys to Sylvania at this time.

"Hello, Human Elector Wende, we are here on behalf of the Supreme King, and we will discuss with you whether we can start trading."

"Okay, fine, then let's discuss the details."

To deal with dwarves, you must have a vigorous and decisive attitude, you don't need ambiguous emotions and awkward sentences, just say what you want.

This kind of behavior aroused the great favor of the dwarf envoy. Compared with the humans in other provinces, the elector of Sylvania was much easier to talk to.

No, while drinking, he took out a very lengthy agreement. Wende also did business and trade, and he read all the above content at a glance.

In many cases, the overall appearance can be seen through some details. The dwarves only leaked a detail in the trade treaty, which made Wende understand what difficulties the dwarves in the mountains encountered.

They want to buy food and alcohol from Sylvania with tools and iron ore.

This directly proves that the dwarves are facing a relatively serious food problem, and the dwarves have encountered this kind of problem no less than a few times.

The mountainous land is not easy to grow food, and there is no animal husbandry at all except goats.

The dwarves are also good at forging iron and mining, and their food consumption has always been huge.

Due to the small population, it is still possible to feed everyone by growing some barley to make bread and beer.

And once the war and invasion start, I'm afraid they won't even be able to eat rock bread to satisfy their hunger.

If it's a war with orcs, then the group of green mushrooms can provide a lot of food sources for the dwarves, so the enemy facing the dwarves at this moment must be the ratmen lurking under the mine.

With a wave of his hand, he directly signed the trade treaty. At the same time, Sylvania has a bumper crop this year, so he can give these dwarven envoys a lot of food to bring back to the mountains.

At the same time, there is still a question, that is, what has become of the Dwarf Crowd Mountain?

It has been two years since I came to this world, and I haven't been to the land of the dwarves once. I can only guess that they are going to fight against the orcs and ratmen in the south, and I don't know any other information.

"Can I have a map to the Dwarves Mountains?"

Wende's request was not a big request, and the dwarf messenger also readily gave one.

"If you're going into the mountains, we'll treat you to the best ale!"

Of course Wende was planning to go to the mountains, but right now, the mountains are covered by heavy snow, which is not a good day for traveling.

Now that the trade treaty has been signed, the dwarves don't hold any balls like the high elves. They raised a glass to Wende and returned to the mountains with the gifts they received.

It was already snowing heavily outside. The dwarves were originally a strong and tenacious race, but they looked so small under the heavy snow, and would be completely swallowed up by the surrounding darkness at any time.

There was a thunderstorm, and the torch in the dwarf messenger's hand was extinguished by the heavy snow. Just as Wende was about to leave the castle to see if there was any accident with the dwarf messenger, the torch was lit again and fluttered with the wind.

Although superstition is a very bad habit, Wende is still nervous. If the dwarves in the mountains are consumed with too much power by the ratmen and orcs, it will inevitably lead to the empire losing the most in the fight against chaos. key friend.

"Ruixi, how long will the snow stop?"

"There is another month, just like Naggaroth, the first month of winter is cold, the second month is snowy, and the third month is dry and cold. This is the second month we have come to Sylvania. .”

Sitting next to the fireplace, Ruixi hugged Scorching Feather and roasted the comfortable flame. The giant dragon liked the scorching temperature very much, and at the same time acted like a baby in Ruixi's arms.

Elves and humans are reproductively isolated and will not give birth to children, not to mention Wende is not a native human, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot conceive Ruixi.

So this Burning Feather is equivalent to the child of Wende and Ruixi. No matter how violent and indifferent the dark elves are, of course there is something called maternal love flowing in their blood.

Now that Wende has a successful career, guarding one side, one person is under ten thousand people, but he has no future pursuits, he just needs to live a comfortable life without shame every day.

Yesterday it was in the coffin, so today it can be in the kitchen, on the balcony, at the top of the castle.

However, Wende's face reflected on the glass suddenly became resolute, and he turned around with the map in his hand and walked to his work table.

"Ruixi, we have to get ready to go into the mountains."

"Isn't life good now? Well, how long will it take to leave?"

"When the last snow is over."

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(End of this chapter)