Lord of the North

"this……"

Atlin hesitated. Although the dwarves were grumpy, they were a very hospitable race, and they were also very upright.

Asking Beowulf and the others to wait in this ice and snow really made him feel a little sorry, but the Bronzebeard Fort could not bring outsiders in without the king's permission.

"If you don't come back and forth for a long time, we can wait here for a while. After all, the success of this transaction is of great importance to me." Beowulf continued.

"It's not a long time, but you may have to wait here for another night." Yatrin nodded and said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, we are here waiting for your good news. These spirits are just my gifts to you."

Beowulf quickly replied, in any case, whether the dwarves can help or not is really important to the Ironfang collar.

This is not the time when hundreds of races were rampant in ancient times.

After just finished speaking, the guards behind him immediately understood and took off the wine pouches from their waists. As long as they had not been drunk, they were handed to the more than forty dwarves.

They won't be short of spirits under Jason's special treatment, whether it's for heating or treating wounds.

But these dwarves were different. When they saw this scene, their eyes were straight, but except for Sai, the other dwarves were a little hesitant. Trin.

As for Pur, he laughed, patted the guard on the shoulder, and said that you will be my friend of Pur, then pulled out the cork and took a sip of wine.

It's just that this distilled spirit has a high degree, and he choked on the first bite.

"Cough cough cough! Good... good wine!"

Pur flushed, yelling a little embarrassingly, and then in exchange for the kindly laughter of many dwarves.

It's just that he took the lead, and the remaining dwarves let go of their reservations, took over the wine pouches from the guards, thanked them, and took a sip of the cork.

Expressing that he is very satisfied with this gift, I have to say that the customs of dwarves are really rough, which makes those nobles laugh at it and laugh at it.

Because the etiquette of the human nobles actually evolved from the elves.

"By the way, my friend, did you just say that there is one of our compatriots in your fortress?"

Yatrin looked at his younger generations helplessly, then took a sip from the wine pouch, and then couldn't help his eyes brighten up. He has lived for more than a hundred years, and it was the first time he drank so vigorously. Wine.

The life span of dwarves is generally around two hundred years, and those who are strong are not counted in it.

The normal life expectancy of human beings is around ninety years old, but due to wars and sanitary conditions, their average life expectancy is generally around forty to fifty years old.

Fortunately, the speed of human reproduction is a bit terrifying compared to other races, so they are still the most numerous race on the continent.

"Yes, his name is Rodney Steelhammer, but strangely he is a little taller than me."

Beowulf quickly explained that he was afraid that these dwarves would think Rodney was a fake, and therefore resisted them.

But what he didn't expect was that Atlin actually had a group of pupils, but he didn't continue to say anything on this topic, and he instructed Sail and the others to entertain Beowulf and the others, and then hurriedly left with a few dwarf warriors. here.

It's just that his expression and eyes were all captured by Beowulf, and then he silently remembered this in his heart.

Intuition told him that Rodney seemed to have a different meaning to these dwarves, so he regretted telling it.

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On the other side, the dwarf elder Atlin led a few dwarf warriors hurriedly running in the snow, and they came to a small hill near that evening.

They watched around vigilantly, then came to a boulder and tapped it a few times according to a pattern.

Soon the boulder rumblingly moved away, revealing a one-man-high hole in which two dwarf warriors watched the cave vigilantly. It was only after seeing that it was Atlin and the others that they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Elder Atlin, why are you back?" One of the strong dwarves who looked like the captain asked in confusion, shouldn't they be guarding the forbidden area at this time? It's not time to change shifts yet.

Could it be that there was an accident in the forbidden area? Thinking of this, his face changed. He didn't know what exactly was in the forbidden area, but he grew up listening to the importance of the forbidden area.

There is the reason for the existence of the Bronzebeard tribe.

"I have an urgent matter to see the king."

Atlin didn't want to wrestle with him, but directly took two wine pouches from his waist and threw them to him~www.readwn.com~ and hurriedly walked down the cave.

Only one dwarf warrior was left to explain to them why he came back suddenly. The gatekeeper can't fool around. They are young and their status in the clan is not high, but the two gatekeepers of each generation are both The top ten masters in the Bronzebeard tribe.

As the dwarf elder, Atlin, the master in charge of garrisoning the forbidden area, did not dare to say that he could beat one of them.

In fact, the lowest strength among the ten elders in the Bronzebeard tribe is at the level of the Great Knight, and Atlin's strength is the pinnacle of the Great Knight.

The strength of the Great Elder and Wang is very close to Beowulf.

Seeing Atlin's hurried back, the gatekeeper didn't question him either. Instead, he picked up the wine pouch in his hand in doubt, and a strong aroma of wine floated into his nose.

Their eyes widened in an instant.

"You mean, those humans want to use this spirit to make a deal with our Bronzebeard tribe?"

In the palace of the Bronzebeard Fort, the king of the Bronzebeard Fort and ten elders gathered here, and each of them had a wine bag in front of them.

"Yes, Wang." Yatrin nodded quickly.

"Did he say what the specific deal is?" The dwarf king in golden armor stroked his beard, and asked with some interest.

"this……"

Atlin's expression was a bit awkward, he was really anxious at the time, so he forgot.

The great elder sitting on the other side shook his head speechlessly. He was used to the thick lines of his brother, so he looked at the king sitting on the throne and said, "King, since they can bring out the strong drink. Does it mean that they can also take out food to trade with us?"

His voice fell, and the dwarf king sitting on the throne couldn't help but clenched his cherished beard.