Chapter 326, Dreaming Around Eight Peaks Mountain

Ryan frowned, his warhammer was also broken, and he also needed a new weapon. Nemesis is a half-handed sword, which is often not suitable for use against heavily armored enemies. He also needs a new warhammer.

"That is the master rune lord of Karaz-a-Kalak, Clark-The Harsh." Deron pushed the blueprint back to Ryan and Angron: "If it is him, he can definitely make it."

"Then can we ask him to make weapons for us?" Angron rekindled his hope, he desperately needed a weapon at hand.

"It's hard, Clark-Severe is the dwarf rune lord and the president of the dwarf rune craftsman association. He is over a thousand years old this year, and he hasn't been down the mountain for more than five hundred years." Dwarf engineer Dugan- Tie Han was drinking mushroom soup, and he said inarticulately: "He is too stubborn to bear, can you come up with something to make him go down the mountain?"

"Isn't this drawing okay?" Ryan pointed to the drawing on the table: "We are willing to share the technology of making this weapon with our dwarf friends for free."

"Oh! That's probably 30% sure." The rune craftsman Deron Feinson smiled. After seeing this kind of blueprint, the dwarf craftsman made up his mind to share it with Ryan, and he was still struggling with how to ask for it. , As a result, Ryan took the initiative to say: "But it's not enough, Lord Ryan, friend of the dwarves, you have to understand that the dwarves can't just work with raw materials."

The implication is that dwarves still need wages to work.

Ryan and Angron glanced at each other, fortunately they were prepared.

"Ding~" Angron grabbed a big cloth bag and put it on the table.

It is full of golden pledge gold, which looks like one or two hundred pieces!

"Is it enough?" Angron asked tentatively.

"...Mr. Angron, where did you get so much pledge money?" Deron and Dugan both opened their mouths.

"I picked it up. Ryan went out to fight. I cleaned the gray mountains." Angron took out the heads of several green-skinned warlords.

"...Mr. Angron, I think that if you were here back then, Eight Peaks Mountain would not have fallen." Dugan seemed to remember something sad, and he drank Bagman beer, slurring his words: "You brothers It’s a pinch of beer~ His Excellency Ryan killed Khorne’s chosen champion, Egil, and shocked the old world. Mr. Angron, you killed the green-skinned warlord with ease. I’ve been wondering who your father is. ?”

"Hehe~ If you have so much pledge gold, it should be enough, right?" Angron didn't answer the dwarf's question, he only focused on his axe.

"That's enough. If there are so many words, Master Clark will definitely go down the mountain. Guys with long beards know that Master Clark is famously stubborn. He is so stubborn that he will never go down the mountain without sufficient conditions, but his stubbornness is also enough to make him Go down the mountain immediately after seeing these things." Delong saw that Angron didn't want to say it, and the dwarf rune craftsman took over the conversation: "I really have you, Mr. Angron, don't worry, if Master Clark makes a move, you want it The weapon must be ready."

"Very good!" Angron finally nodded with satisfaction: "Then I will trouble you to inform me."

After the discussion, several people relaxed and continued to drink. Angron obviously preferred Kislev's spirits and dwarf stout in the choice of alcohol, so the Bagman beer was very suitable for him. Angron even He spent money to buy several barrels and went back to drink slowly. The Primarch of the World Eaters ransacked several green-skinned fortresses in a row and accumulated amazing wealth. Ryan sometimes wondered whether Angron was richer than himself.

"It's not as fast as earning money." This is Angron's original words: "If you want money, you can find me, brother."

Ryan has no special preference for wine, whether it is beer, wine or wood elf fruit wine, he can taste it very well.

Emilia couldn't take it anymore. The little maid in her early twenties this year took a sip, and her pretty face wrinkled. Although the Bagman beer was refreshing, it had a high concentration. Emilia obviously Not used to drinking.

"Emilia, can't you drink it?" Ryan smiled and took Emilia's little hand: "If you can't drink it, you don't need to drink it."

"Uh~ Sorry, I can't eat it." Emilia is wearing a silky and bright transparent princess skirt today, and a goose yellow chiffon shirt. The girl tied her long golden hair into a beautiful princess hairstyle. She was very happy to come out with Ryan alone, but now she really can't get used to this kind of beer, and she can't get used to eating dwarves' food.

"It's okay, Miss Emilia." Ryan wanted to say something else, but Deron laughed loudly: "You are not used to it, I will ask the bartender to pour some butter beer, and tell him to put less salt in the food."

"No, it's okay." Ryan shook his head. He took Emilia's hand and took out a bottle of wood elf fruit wine and wood elf jam bread: "Emilia, eat this."

"Well! Ryan, thank you!" Emilia was very happy, and the girl took a very elegant bite, maintaining aristocratic etiquette, which was a bit out of place in the dwarf bar, and Dugan laughed again and again: "It's the one with pointed ears Something? This reminds me of the story in the history books, that is, the Battle of Longbeard...You humans record it like this, we prefer to call it the Battle of Vengeance, in short, before this war, when the elves and dwarves were still allied, At that time, the elf ambassador brought a barrel of the highest elf wine to the Eternal Peak to present to the High King, representing the friendship between each other, and His Majesty the High King gave the ambassador the top dwarf stout."

"The result?" Ryan asked with interest.

"It turned out to be a very painful experience for both parties." Dugan continued to sneer: "The so-called fine wine brewed by the elves is simply tasteless sour water for us dwarves to drink. The high king used an ax to split the wine barrel. The action made the elf ambassador feel uncomfortable, and then the High King suppressed the nausea and squeezed his nose to forcefully swallow the acid water."

"Similarly, the dark beer we brewed was unbearable to the elf. The elf spit it out after drinking half of it, and finally managed to drink the dark beer. Someone saw the elf in the patio behind the guest room I vomited for a long time, oh, yes, I remembered, that ambassador is the son of the first Phoenix King, and later the Witch King Malekith who caused the split of the elves."

"Hahahaha~" Everyone in the dwarf bar laughed loudly: "So, human friends can understand us!"

Ryan and the others couldn't stop laughing. Indeed, whether it's the food of the dwarves or the fine wine of the elves, it is acceptable to human beings, and they can all enjoy the delicacy. The difference between dwarves and elves is different.

"By the way, Mr. Dugan, you have been mentioning Bafeng Mountain before. I remember that your clan name is very similar to your brother's name? Can you tell us your story?" Ryan tried to ask about the previous things, but he was actually right Duggan and the story of the dwarves he brought with him were intriguing.

"Yes, the name of our clan is the Angrond clan, which is indeed very similar to Mr. Angron's name." Dugan thought for a while, and felt that there was nothing to hide: "Since Your Excellency Ryan wants to know, then I will Let me tell you our story."

"Thank you very much! Mr. Dugan!" Emilia held Ryan's big hand, her face was flushed, and she wanted to hear the story.

"When the Old Sages created the world, the dwarves were the race created immediately after the elves. At that time, under the leadership of the three ancestors of Grone, Grimnir, and Valaya, the dwarves had already It took root in the Roof of the World Mountains and established its own civilization, and Karak-Eight Peaks was the first city of the dwarves. That is, the establishment of the eternal peak in your mouth is earlier."

"Eight Peaks Mountain used to be the second largest city for the dwarves after the Eternal Peak. The ancestors created an incomparably brilliant civilization there. At that time, everyone believed that it was protected by eight peaks, and there were as many as a dozen defensive bunkers. Bafeng Mountain and the city wall will never fall...until the time that our clan will never forget more than two thousand years ago."

After Dugan finished speaking, he paused, he seemed to be enduring something, a strong emotion was about to burst out, he tried to speak, but his mouth opened, and finally continued the story: "But Bafengshan We are facing a problem, that is, our underground mines and leylines are too complex. After thousands of years of development, even the master rune craftsman with the longest beard cannot memorize hundreds of messy leylines. Where will it lead, just like that, by accident, the miners dug through the leyline network road leading to the Skaven Demon Rat Empire."

"We fought hard, wiped out the swarms of demon rats, and successfully controlled the siege of the city by the demon rats, but soon after, Eight Peaks Mountain was attacked by a large group of green skins, and the dwarves had to face both the ratmen and the green skins. Attacking, the ancestors were gradually unable to hold on under the two-sided battle, even so, we still persisted for more than a hundred years, and finally, we sealed the sacred temple and treasures deep in the mountains..."

Dugan didn't say anything later, but Ryan knew that Bafeng Mountain had fallen: "So your clan is scattered?"

"No, about 100,000 dwarves withdrew from Eight Peaks Mountain at that time, forming our Angrund clan. For the next two thousand years, our Angrund clan wandered in the mountains like this, losing all the clan's honor He brought his relatives into exile and begged for work, and tried his best to regain Mount Bafeng." Dugan sighed and shook his head: "Each generation of kings of the Angrund clan vowed to regain Mount Bafeng and restore the glory of their ancestors, but they did not All doubts have failed, and the population of the clan continued to decrease, and when Belegar became the king of the Angrund clan three hundred years ago, we still had about 30,000 clan members."

"Belgar-Iron Hammer, I've heard his name before." Angron said.

"Well, our king, Belegar-Iron Hammer." Dugan-Ironman nodded: "From eighty years ago to now, Belegar has organized two expeditions, and the second expedition even got the help of the High King." , but only bad news is left for us. Not long ago, Bellega launched the third expedition. He gathered a large number of refugees from the kingdom and warriors from other kingdoms to form an expeditionary army of about 8,000 people. I'm tired of Mount Bafeng, and the clansmen who came to your territory don't want to do that kind of useless effort, I mean... If I can regain Mount Bafeng, then I will definitely do it, but the existing troops can't succeed Your Excellency Ryan, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand." Ryan's eyes lit up, and he caught something faintly.

Can he do something about it?

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What no one knows is that when the Angrund clan was chatting in the Long Beard Tavern, it was located in the south of the empire, across the border princely territory, and the famous dwarf city of Sebarak-Haimen Pass.

It was a bad place.

The Badlands is the generic term for a vast, desolate region of arid plains and scorching deserts between the towering World's Edge Mountains and the shores of Black Bay, the southernmost tip of the Old World. This is the largest active greenskin area other than the black land, and there are also many relics of lost civilizations.

To venture into the Badlands is to defend one's life with a weapon in one's hand. Safe travel here is impossible, not even for brigades guarded by heavily armored soldiers. This brutal, barren land has no inhabitants. Settling down, there is no food source, and even the water source is seriously polluted. Any army trying to enter this terrible land will suffer an astonishing loss.

However, there is an endless stream of human and dwarf expeditions eager to explore the badlands, because there used to be a brilliant civilization here, and the Kingdom of Stryg, one of the five vampire families, once established a splendid civilization here (finally it was green In the golden age of the dwarves, there were countless dwarf castles (finally destroyed by the green skins), countless treasures and wealth in the past are waiting for the newcomers.

Five or six thousand years ago, during the golden age of the dwarves, a large number of fortresses were built and multiplied at the southern end of the Roof of the World in the badlands. Now, these fortresses have fallen in the hands of green skins. Many dwarf expeditionary forces have tried to recover the dwarf fortresses, but There are many failures and few successes. Even if the greenskins can be expelled temporarily, these creatures will come back soon and launch a ferocious siege against the dwarves.

And now, a new army of dwarves has arrived, marching in the wasteland.

This army consists of a team of hammer warriors, a bearded warrior, several teams of dwarf rangers and a large group of dwarf miners, dwarf warriors, and of course groups of dwarf crossbowmen and dwarf musketeers, as well as the dwarf's favorite cannon.

More than 8,000 dwarf troops spread across the wilderness, advancing slowly but firmly. Not far away, surrounded by clouds and mountains, the road to Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain has been opened.

Wearing a blue dwarf enchanted vibrating plate armor, holding the hammer of Angrund and the shield of resistance, the leader of the Angrund clan, the self-appointed king of the Eight Peaks, Belegar-Iron Hammer, is standing in front of his ancestors. On the rune stone, he delivered his speech to the dwarf army, and he struck his shield vigorously with a hammer.

"Clang clang~"

"Dwarf brothers, refugees from the Angrund clan, and warriors from other dwarf kingdoms!"

"Damn greenskins and skaven, these evil creatures destroyed our home and turned our people into refugees! But they can't destroy our will!"

"All the sufferings we have endured will make us more united, stronger, and more determined. In the name of Grani and Valaya, we have returned to the foot of Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain!"

"During the two thousand years of war, we lost many relatives and friends! Two expeditions successively, we lost countless brothers and sisters!"

"But all this suffering did not knock us down, and now we are back with hatred and anger!"

"Now! Let us take back what we have lost, and take back the land of our ancestors!"

"The third expedition to Bafeng Mountain has begun!"