Warhammer Throne

When Ryan arrived at the dwarf blacksmith's workshop on the banks of the Chinon River, Angelang was already there.

A large group of long beard dwarves are gathering in the blacksmith's workshop. They are visiting the equipment built by Deron-Finson. They are nagging and saying that there is no end. The main content is first of all complaining that the materials are not very complete. Then I complained about the poor effect of the hydraulic punching device, then complained about the quality of the anvil and hammer, and finally complained that the lunch provided by Ryan was not good.

A dwarf said that the meat was too old to do well.

A dwarf said the meat was too tender, with bloodshot eyes, but not chewy.

A dwarf said that the meat is not old and tender, and has no special features.

The housekeeper Kasenberg, who was in charge of the reception, was sweating and was confused by these bearded dwarves.

No one knows that these long-bearded dwarves are actually quite satisfied with this blacksmith workshop, but picking bones in eggs is the habit of these long-bearded elders, because for dwarves, they are absolutely unacceptable in technology and engineering. Even if it is a dwarf who accepts human employment, it wo n’t work!

Clarke, the president of the Dwarf Rune Craftsmen's Association, was not too talkative. Many of his white beards had fallen to the ground. Clark looked at the drawings carefully without saying a word.

Clark-Severe is the most prosperous rune craftsman and the president of the association among the dwarves. He has always been a nonsense person, or even a master rune craftsman.

"A full barrel of beer is silent, half a barrel of beer is swaying."

——Dwarf proverb, describing those who are not good at learning and also like to show off their skills and knowledge

"How is it? Mr. Dwarf, can my weapon be made?" Angler asked Clark-Harsh with anticipation.

The swallower is wearing a dwarf enchanted silver plate armor. Angel, who is more than two meters tall, looks very high in front of Clark, who is only 1.5 meters tall. Clark is forced to raise his head and speak to Angel: This weapon, this level of weapon ... you really think too easily, this level of weapon is for dwarves ... "

"For the dwarf?" Angelon listened to the coolness in his heart, complaining to himself that the emperor just didn't give him a weapon, making him ask for the dwarf in a low voice.

"For the dwarves ... of course it doesn't matter !!!" Clark flushed, and he stretched out his hand and patted **** the big table. A huge handprint was directly shot on a wooden table by him: "Very good, this is a brand new technology and rune marking method that I have never seen! After more than 500 years, I finally have a new challenge!"

"Great!" Angelo finally smiled. He saw Ryan coming in and said happily: "Brother, our weapons are finally down."

"Very good!" Ryan couldn't help himself. He respectfully greeted Clarke-Severer with knightly courtesy: "Thank you very much, Master Clark!"

"You don't have to thank me, I will go down the mountain just because of the drawings and pledge money you promised." Clarke did not respond to the thanks to Angel and Lane. The master is more than a thousand years old and has appeared in his life. Too many things: "I have accepted the drawings. What about the oath?"

"Here" Angelo took out a large bag filled with oaths.

"Well." Clark turned his head and motioned the dwarf to check.

An elder beard came up and took the big bag from Angel's hand. He cut it directly with a sharp blade. A large amount of dwarf oath was spilled out and all fell to the ground.

"What do you mean? Mr. Dwarf?" Angler was somewhat dissatisfied, which was obviously a distrust of him.

"We have paid a lot for mankind, Mr. Angle, but not all human beings treat us with sincerity. In order to avoid some unpleasant things, we need to settle in advance, a penny, a penny." Clark-Severe will His doomsday anvil was carried into the middle of the workshop and started to ignite, igniting the huge forging furnace, the magic wind in the golden-top and gray-based forging furnace ignited, and the dwarf rune craftsmen agitated the windbox and brought several large basins of clean water , Pushing coal with a trolley.

This apocalyptic anvil is a treasure of the dwarf family. It is a supreme treasure inherited from 10,000 years ago to the present. It is said that it has been used by the dwarf Lord Gurney and has been inherited to this day. This whole anvil is full of sacred symbols. The text is engraved and made entirely by Zhenjin.

Rune craftsman Deron Feinson, who was hired by Lane, explained to Angle: "My earl, Mr Angle, the dwarf was deceived more than once during the settlement, including human beings, so Master Clark Trusting anyone, he is used to settlement before working, otherwise he will not listen even to the orders of the Supreme King. "

Angler's face is not very good-looking: "Well, as long as the weapon is ok."

The dwarf bearded warrior ordered to take 155 pledges, and put the remaining about 20 or 30 pledges into bags again: "Not much, not much, and the rest will be returned to you, We ’re going to make weapons for you. The dwarf ’s method of making rune weapons is an undisclosed secret. Please avoid it. "

"What about me?" Deron asked flatteringly.

"Come and help me fight, Deron, I want to see if you have grown in these years!" Clark-Severe's hard-to-rock sound came from one side: "I have seen your work, although it is still shitless, But finally, there is no distortion. I ’m going to see if you can learn the deeper rune marking. "

"Ah ?! Yes! Yes!" Deron trot all the way to Clark in joy.

It can be pointed by Clark-Harsh, this is the supreme glory of the Rune Craftsman!

As we all know, the number of dwarf rune craftsmen is not much. These living priceless treasures communicate the knowledge of the last runes of the golden age of the dwarves and many of them. Many powerful war runes and enchanted runes have been lost. The reason is only Those rune craftsmen think there is no one worth teaching.

These rune knowledge and techniques gradually faded until they were completely forgotten. People can only find some powerful rune words from the archives. The rune craftsmen have never and cannot be forced. In the long years, The power of rune magic makes them more stubborn, and only those who think he is qualified can learn the highest knowledge of rune magic.

Now that the president of the Dwarf Rune Craftsman Association Clark-Severe is willing to point out one or two of himself, how can this not make Deron Feinson ecstatic?

"Go out, human beings. Give me three days, and you will naturally build the weapons you want." Clark-Severe said that Ryan and Angler were still standing at the door, so they said impatiently: "Now Leave me out immediately, or this transaction will be null and void! "

"Okay, okay, let's go out." Ryan shrugged helplessly, and he simply pulled Angelon out: "Come on, brother."

"Come on," Angrand muttered. "I'm also going to see if the dwarves will praise ceremonies like Omnisailah before building weapons."

"That's a machine, not a blacksmith? The dwarf should praise Lord Granny."

"Almost, almost."

Ange Lang was finally pulled out of the blacksmith's workshop by Lane, the bright sunlight shining on the Earl of Glamorgan, the breath of midsummer rose higher than the wave, the clear river was flowing, and the two walked beside the Chinon River Hang out and chat with the sky easily.

"Brother, take a sip?" Angler took the jug in his waist and filled it with the Bagman beer he bought from the dwarf. This dark beer and Kislovd vodka are Angler's favorite. Alcohol, he also prefers mead and Brittany.

"It's really fragrant." Ryan took the kettle and took a sip. The thick and long flavor of the Bagman beer and the refreshing stimulation made him narrow his eyes comfortably.

"Brother, the dwarves are a kind of vengeful people. You must look at it this time. When you look back, they will write down your things in a small book. If you have nothing to do, you will turn it over and look at it. Belly, Ryan returned the hip flask to Angler. He smiled and said, "Do you know the story of two and a half gold coins?"

"The story of two and a half gold coins?" Angelang took a sip from the kettle and whimpered contentedly: "I haven't heard, what story is that related to the dwarf?"

"About ninety-five years ago, the empire's Ostermark electorate and the dwarf kingdom reached an agreement." Ryan told a story: "The Grand Duke of Ostermark and the electorate of Bekafen A strong enough castle was built in the province of Ostermark to guard against the possible invasion of the northern chaotic tribe. The Elector chose to hand over the big project to the dwarves. The two sides agreed on a price, and the dwarves began to work. "

"It took about two years for the dwarves to build an extremely defensive castle called Krieghof, which was guarded on the avenue of the kingdoms of Bekafen and Kislov, and was investigated by the electorate. After he was satisfied, he began to pay for the project. "

"The project was used by the Emperor Hou in 144 small trolleys and sent to the dwarf. The matter should have ended in this way, but when the dwarf counted the money, he found and said that there was less good work. There were two gold coins and fifty silver coins. "Ryan couldn't help crying at this point:" The dwarves were so furious that they personally sent someone to Bekafen, capital of the province of Ostermark, to ask the Elector for an explanation. "

"Gosh." Angler already knew what was going on, and he covered his face with his hands, and couldn't bear to look straight.

"Elector Hou did not take the dwarf's question seriously at all. He casually stated that there might be a loss in transportation. The money I went out is right. I am not responsible." Ryan then finished the story: "Seeing the election The emperor refused to give an explanation, which annoyed the dwarf, and the dwarf assembled a large army from Karak-Kadrin, which broke through the Kriggerhof castle that the dwarf had just built and directly drove the castle to Flat, and then angrily said that this is the price you deceive the dwarves! "

"Finally, the Elector Hou faced the siege of the dwarven army. He had to hand over two gold coins and fifty silver coins. , It can be said that people and money are empty. "

"Ha ha ha ha ha! I'm really convinced, are these dwarves so vengeful?" Angelo laughed loudly, and he shook his head again and again: "Come on, what the dwarves said is what it is."

"Hahahaha ~" The two laughed as they walked along the road.

It did n’t take long before he went out, and the Kingdom Knight Hux of Ryan came on a horse: "Count!"

"What's wrong?" Ryan looked up and looked at the knight who was covered in sweat.

"The town of Jean has reached a large group of high elves, and they are named to see you!" Hux sweated on his forehead.

"Okay, here I come." Ryan thought that Tagris had arrived, and he turned around: "Brother, are you going to see it together?"

"Row."

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Today ’s Jean town is very lively, because the arrival of an army of high elves caused a large number of human beings to watch. The serfs gathered together, one was afraid, and the other was curiously carried out inhumane observation of this army of high elves. .

"It's an elf! It's an elf!"

"Don't we often see elves?"

"Blind! What do you know, this is a high elf, not a wood elf we often see!"

"Wow! It's the legendary high elf! This is the first time I have seen it!"

"So gorgeous, so amazing! So neat!"

Hundreds of thousands of serfs rushed out of the town and watched the high elf army. They probed their heads and pointed at the high elf army. The serfs were curious, but there was not much hostility because the town was fixed as a wooden elf. At the trading point, the residents often see the wood elves, so it ’s no surprise that they have pointed ears.

The high elves were very impatient with this rude behavior of mankind, and Zortan, the magician of the horse, came to Tigris' side: "My Excellency, Tigris, these monkeys are really unkind."

"Quiet, we're here to find someone, not to remember for humanity." Tigris leaned on Lilith's Moon Staff, his eyes first placed on the walls and the artillery of the town of Jean town, and then I put it on a group of wooden elves who were driving the truck into the city, and I rarely had some interest in the words: "It is interesting that Ryan Macado actually established a trading relationship with Esley. I remember Esley only Choose the most trustworthy trade among humans. "

"This human hero can kill 'Red Eye' Egil-Steel Bjorn, which shows that his strength should be no problem, can be recognized by the wood elves, indicating that his strength and credit are affirmed by the wood elves , And you see. "Tigris' gaze shifted:" There are many dwarves there. "

"I can kill that 'red eye', this guy named Ryan is still a bit capable ... dwarves, monkeys, and our distant relatives, apart from chaos and clutter, all three of my favorite things in this city are gathered Already. "Zortan, the magic swordsman of Hoss, shook his head again and again.

"Shut up, Zoltan." Tigris looked up. "Our countrymen are here."

A group of wood elves came to him: "His Lord Tigris ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Hello, I didn't expect you to come here, I am the woodland lord Dai Linna, may I ask the relatives of Azul from Osuan to come here Why do you come here? "

"I'm here to meet Count Ryan-Macado." Tigris was always expressionless, and his attitude was very calm: "I didn't expect to meet Esley, I was very happy, I brought Greetings from His Majesty Phoenix King Nouuba and His Majesty Queen Eila Ruili. "

"Thank you, I will pass on." Dai Lina nodded and smiled: "It was indeed a lucky day to meet with my fellow countrymen. May Kunos and Aisha bless you, but I think our conversation will stop here, His Excellency Lion. Now. "

"..." Tigris followed Darina's gaze.

On the banks of the Chinon River, Ryan and Angelo appeared in front of the high elves. He spoke fluently in elves: "Welcome, guests from Osuan, I am Lion, Lion-Mcado, the lady's **** champion. "

"Tigeris, the High Elf Savrijos Baita Magister Council Supreme Master."

"Good luck."