lizard lord

Chapter 105 Ancestral Gods
[You can't stand more wars. Another large-scale longbeard war will wipe out the dwarf race from the continental map. You need moderate changes so that the race can survive. 】

The Battle of Longbeard is what the dwarves called the great war in ancient times, and many elves would contemptuously refer to this war as the "Beard War".

From the perspective of Tang Zhao, this statement is absolutely true. The poor population of the dwarves cannot withstand any large-scale war. Now their population has been reduced to a very dangerous critical point. They need a long-term peace It is time to restore the population, but the current situation does not allow it. Disputes arise anytime and anywhere, bloody conflicts are everywhere, and the dwarves have no time and opportunity to recover.

As soon as this remark came out, there were noisy discussions on the field. Dwarves with different views exchanged opinions, but it was obvious that most of them disagreed with Tang Zhao's views.

Like many long-lived species, dwarves are a very stubborn race. Due to their glorious past, they are also somewhat arrogant. This kind of bad-mouthing of their race is quite harsh to their ears, which is completely unacceptable.

"You ugly creepy reptile! Take back my words, or Grimnir's warhammer will hit your chin!"

As a matter of course, a few "young" dwarves immediately yelled at him, outputting vulgar language with high intensity.

Cynthia, who was in charge of the translation, was timid, so she immediately retreated behind Tang Zhao in fright, not daring to look up at those vulgar dwarves.

However, those who scolded him were basically foreign dwarf reinforcements, and most of them were young and vigorous dwarves. Those dwarves who broke out from the gray bearded kingdom, or the old and well-informed dwarves didn't say much.

Even if they didn't want to admit it, they couldn't deny that what he said made sense.

They all knew very well in their hearts that the race of dwarves was slowly declining, which was the reason for their unique gloomy expressions. They always looked bitter and hatred, wishing to draw a knife and cut people directly.

Before Bourne, who was the oldest person present, opened his mouth to maintain order, a brown-bearded dwarf sitting in the second seat slammed the table with his battle axe. As soon as the sound came out, all the violent dwarves present followed the sound and said in unison. Silently, he sat back in his seat silently.

According to dwarf standards, although he has a thick long beard, he is still brown and has not turned white, so he can be classified as a "youth".

Tang Zhao couldn't help but also took a look at the "young man". He saw that he was wearing a crown made of black metal on his head, wearing precious rune equipment all over his body, and wearing a ring engraved with the three gods of the dwarven supreme ancestor. It's a dwarf noble with extraordinary status, and it's not ordinary extraordinary.

You must know that these young dwarves come from different clans, and to make them all submissive, their identities must be extremely special.

After the silence, the young dwarf signaled Bourne with his eyes, and after getting permission from the chairman's elder, he stood up and looked at Tang Zhao with questioning eyes.

"Mr. Carlos, what you said is indeed correct, but it is easy to find mistakes, but it is difficult to correct them. I believe that you are not here just to warn us. Tell us your thoughts, the orthodox successor of the High King , Heikki Favonios is listening."

This dwarf actually didn't have a lot of luxury, and the roughness common to ordinary dwarves did not exist. On the contrary, there was an unbelievable elegance coming from him, which made people's jaws drop in shock.

Tang Zhao discovered that the dwarf gods in this world are somewhat related to Norse mythology. For example, their god of war, Grimnir, is another name for the Nordic god Odin. The dwarf architecture and art style also have a Nordic feeling. Now his name is more It gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.

"Haiji" is the name of one of the crows on Odin's shoulder, which represents thinking. This dwarf seems to be a character who is good at thinking, and I don't know if there is any causal relationship.

Temporarily suppressing the messy thoughts in his mind, Tang Zhao turned his attention to answering questions.

[As I said before, you need moderate changes.The dwarves' problem Dwarves know best, but the first thing to solve is the population problem.It takes you dwarves 300 years to raise a generation, hobgoblins and orcs only 15 years, and the weakest ordinary goblins only need four or five years.

With such a disparity, it would be fine if you could nip the crisis in its infancy, but now that the enemy has risen, it is already too late. 】

Haiji didn't say much, just nodded occasionally. He thought about this kind of problem day and night, and he often thought about it all night. It must be more thorough and comprehensive than what Tang Zhao, an outsider, thought about.

But he had to admit that there was nothing wrong with what the big lizard said.So after thinking about it, he gestured with his eyes to let Tang Zhao continue talking.

"We have been working hard to find allies. Some are humans, some are primitive races like giants, and even elves and independent mages. We have tried hard, but as you can see, the results have been minimal. The cornerstone of a strong dwarf army is unity. We Of course we know the importance of cooperation, but other races have not given the dwarves this opportunity to cooperate."

[They are not the most suitable race for dwarves, so it is difficult for you to work together.It may be hard for you to believe, but the most suitable race for you is actually those humble kobolds. 】

As soon as this remark came out, some dwarves didn't even hold back, and laughed out loud on the spot.

The laughter tended to be contagious, one after another, until at last more than half the people in the hall laughed.

Don't blame them, because the kobolds really don't look like an excellent race suitable for cooperation.

The few elders present did not laugh, they were really thinking about the rationality of Tang Zhao's suggestion.This matter is of great importance, and any slight possibility cannot be given up.

[Kobolds can have three or four babies in one litter, and they only take six or seven years to raise them. Unlike goblins, they can live for hundreds of years, and they don't have that kind of aggressive character. Their living habits are also at the same level as yours. coincide.

It is true that they are indeed weak, but this cannot conceal their advantages.Hard-working, well-organized, capable of doing a lot of delicate work, at least the mines they built, even the pickiest craftsmen among you can hardly find any major faults. 】

The old dwarves were also thinking about it, and many of them understood what Tang Zhao wanted to say.

[Contrary to you, kobolds are a very promising race, give them a chance to grow, I believe they will surprise you and me. 】

"According to your thinking, should I give you a chance?"

The dwarf looked at Tang Zhao with great interest. He obviously had something to say——Tang Zhao is now one with the kobolds. Giving the kobolds a chance means giving Tang Zhao a chance.

"It can be said, because I do need the help of the dwarves now, but I believe that you will reap sufficient rewards. The question now is whether you are willing to invest in me."

Haiji stared at this ferocious lizard with sharp edges and corners, and didn't say much. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded slowly.

"It's not up to me to make the decision. Ask the people of the Greybeard clan what they think. Even the first High King cannot interfere with the decisions of the dwarven lords. Now the life and death of the Greybeard royal family is uncertain. Naturally, the living ancestor Bourne will make the decision. Now I Just a little warrior leader."

He took two steps back, sat back in his seat, and waited for Bourne to make a decision.

From the perspective of a dwarf leader, this is considered a kind of support. After all, there is an inscription under the throne of the Dwarf High King. He is obliged to maintain the sacred tradition of the dwarves. There is no way to make a more radical expression in front of so many clans, otherwise it will inevitably make some old-fashioned dwarves unhappy.

After all, no one can guarantee whether the kobolds they fostered will backfire after they mature. This kind of thing has happened many times to humans and other creatures, which has brought considerable losses to the dwarves. One of the plain dwarf forces Severe recession, almost disappearing from the map of the continent.

Not to mention that they might share their precious technology with the kobolds. This is almost the last layer of fig leaf for the dwarves. Without the specificity of technology, they are no different from other races. From their point of view It is tantamount to saying goodbye to the glory of the past. This is their only remaining spiritual pillar, and it is impossible to give it to others casually.

But still the same sentence, the dwarf lords cannot interfere with each other. What the Greybeard clan is willing to do is their own choice. Now they only represent their own clan and not the dwarves as a whole. Two sentences.

Bourne lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something. Then, his eyes gradually became bloodshot, and he looked at the dwarves around him with excitement.

"Our people are being slaughtered! Who can end all this?! Valaya's rune magic? Grimnir's battle ax and Grungni's hammer? Or the legendary Avatar?! None of them will work, the era of the ancestor gods has passed, only the living people can save the dwarves!"

By dwarf standards, Bourne is also a very old dwarf. He has never seen the true golden age of the dwarves, but he has seen the dwarves decline a little bit.

When encountering a crisis, the dwarves tend to close the mountain gates, and each family sweeps the snow in front of the gates. However, after hundreds of years of sweeping, the situation has not improved. On the contrary, the power of the dwarf princes is declining day by day.

Judging from the current situation, no matter how well the dwarves do, relying on their own efforts, at best they can delay their own demise, let alone restore the golden age, or even maintain the status quo.

"I don't want to die in the mountain gate of another clan. Instead of being the stone that fell and broke into pieces, I would rather be the dwarf who cut the mountain to open the way. We need to open up other roads, even though there may be many sacrifices on the road. Necessary things."

(End of this chapter)