Chapter 331, Do Me a Favor

"Dugan? That bastard, he refused my order on the spot!" Mentioning Dugan-Tiehan, Baylor gasped and said, "That's right, it was him. At that time, he clearly opposed my expedition to Bafeng Mountain. See I didn't listen and took a group of people away, I didn't expect him to come here? I have a account to settle with him!"

"Bellegar!" Queen Komanik said to her husband angrily, "I think Dugan was right! You have nothing to do with the size of the army and the confidence of victory in this expedition. At that time, Dugan and You spoke very plainly! You just didn’t listen, and in the end you lost the war, and you exhausted your decades of accumulation! You have to start all over again, and I won’t talk about you, are you proud?”

Seeing his queen getting angry, Bellegar's tone immediately changed, and he said with a guilty conscience: "Komanic, that's not what I meant, what I meant... I want to go to Dugan and ask him what he thinks and what he thinks. Suggestion, recovering Bafeng Mountain is the mission of everyone in our clan, Dugan will definitely be willing to help us and give us some advice."

The king of Bafeng Mountain has always been a little afraid of his wife. It's not because he has done anything wrong to his wife, but because his queen has suffered with him for decades, and her family's wealth is gone. She is very guilty.

"It's more or less the same." Komanik stopped being angry, she paused, and then said: "Bellegar, you should send someone down the mountain to find Dugan in the territory of the famous human hero Ryan-Macado , for the sake of our ancestors, he should help us, at least give us some advice, and...maybe he can introduce us to that Earl Malcador, maybe the dwarves are not strong enough to recover Eight Peaks gone."

"No! Dwarves won't turn to weak humans for help!" Bellegar began to lose face again, and said with a blushing face, "This is the dwarf's family business!"

Queen Anglund immediately asked: "Belgar, let me ask you, can you deal with Nurgle?"

"I... I should be able to cut off its tongue!" Bellegar said with a guilty conscience.

"Then can you kill 'Red-Eyed' Egil?" Komanik continued to ask.

"I...at least I won't be defeated so easily!" Bellegar was still stubborn.

"Then you still think you can beat Earl Ryan Machado?"

"Of course I am!...Uh...Okay." Bellegar subconsciously wanted to say that he was definitely better than Ryan, but after the words came out, he realized that he had fallen into his wife's trap: "I...I know, I sent Somebody get Duggan over here."

No matter how poor Belegar is, he is the king of the Angrund clan recognized by all dwarves. His status is noble, and he still has to put on airs.

In any case it was impossible for him to see Duggan, and he would definitely have to order Dugan to come and see him.

One of the sworn guards left Karak-Breeze Castle with a letter from Belegar, came to the Earl of Glamorgan, and delivered the letter to the dwarf engineer Duggan-Tiehan. There was no word in the letter about " "Defeated" and "Eight Peaks Mountain", Bellegar just wrote in the letter that your king has arrived at Breeze Castle, and you should come to see your king.

The dwarf engineer Dugan didn't say a word after receiving the letter. He immediately put down the work at hand, took his friend Ironbreaker Warrior Sven Novigrin, led twenty or thirty dwarves, and borrowed seven or eight from the human brothers. A carriage loaded with a lot of food, goods, and many good things with "pointy ears" came to see Bellegar in Windbreeze Castle.

After showing Ryan's customs clearance documents, Dugan and his party successfully passed the checkpoints of Bastogne and the Duchy of Montfort, looking for a way into the mountain.

Although the relationship between Britannia and the dwarves can be described as okay, the relationship between the Principality of Montfort and the Principality of Palaon and the dwarves of Castle Breeze is really not good, especially the Principality of Montfort, which is originally a Relying on the customs duties of the ax-bite pass to maintain the balance of payments, so for the Duke of Furkad in the Principality of Montfort, the existence of dwarves in Castle Breeze is actually very strange.

Fulkard's understanding is this, this is the gray mountain range, the dividing line between Britannia and the Empire, Britannia is on this side of the mountain, and the Empire is on the other side of the mountain, it is clear and clear.

What's the matter with the dwarves' territory in the mountain?

Forkad has tried several times to negotiate with the dwarves of Breeze Castle, asking them to surrender, or at least to become his servants, because since the founding of the first knight king Arthur, the Bretons have undoubtedly The owner of the land, the Gray Mountains have been a sacred and inseparable part of Brittania since ancient times. The Duke of Montfort launched a strong diplomatic protest against the dwarf king Rorek of Castle Breeze.

The dwarves told Fulkad that we settled here five thousand years ago. Windbreeze Castle has been a sacred and inseparable part of the dwarf kingdom since ancient times. We have an inscription erected here by a dwarf expedition seven thousand years ago. Are you interested? see?

Or if you are really dissatisfied, you can solve it by force, if you have the ability to speak with your fists!

The Britannian looked at the steep mountain road and the dozens of cannons on the dwarven fortress, then looked at his trebuchet, and decided to continue to make a strong protest.

Therefore, the relationship between the Principality of Montfort and the dwarves of Castle Breeze has not been good, and the same is true for the Principality of Palaon. When Kasvann and the empire were at war, these dwarves of Castle Breeze also chose to help the empire.

Things became complicated like this. The two sides were obviously in a hostile relationship, but neither dared to use weapons rashly.

Sitting on the carriage, the dwarf engineer Dugan Tiehan stroked his long beard: "I can bet that Belgar must have failed, and then came to Breeze Castle to seek help and avoid the limelight. I can guess that he came to me. First, let me lead the people to gather with him, and then ask me to help him recover Bafeng Mountain."

It was summer, and the sun was very strong. Sven Novigrin put aside his helmet with wings. He was wearing an enchanted mithril plate armor with sweat on his forehead. Since he came to Ryan's territory, he and his tribe Finally having a home, a team of Novigreen Ironbreakers and a team of Novigreen Thunder Gunners joined Ryan's team. He was obviously not interested in recovering Bafeng Mountain: "So, Dugan, do you want to promise him? "

"Who?" Dugan was wearing chain mail and a blue turban on his head. He was carrying a long-barreled gun, a shotgun, a hammer, a toolbox, a saw, and many other things on his back. He was sorting out his ammunition box. .

"Belgar-Iron Hammer!" Sven Novigrin is a patriarch. He doesn't understand technology, and it's interesting to think about it. The three dwarf leaders hired by Ryan happened to be the patriarch, the rune craftsman and the master engineer. .

"Oh! Of course not!" Dugan shook his head: "No, I finally found a new home. My idea is that if Belgar can find enough troops and gather enough tribesmen, then maybe I will consider it. The situation is that he came with his own bodyguard and a team of rangers, can this recover Bafeng Mountain? Ge Lang Ni doesn't even believe it."

"Well..." Patriarch Swain also nodded: "The earl is very kind to us, and he has built our own community for us. The clansmen don't have to go hungry anymore, and we can ensure that we have enough food and clothing. I have five hundred people here now. You How many people are there?"

"There are more than three hundred people on my side, and I think there are very few who are willing to go on an expedition to Mount Eight Peaks with Bellegar."

Along the mountain road, the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down. Dugan and Swain were very patient. They chatted along the way, and they stopped and stopped on the mountain road for nearly a day before arriving at Castle Breeze.

At this time, Bellegar was inspecting his tribe's camp.

Currently following Belegar are hundreds of sworn guards of the Angrund clan composed of Ironbreaker Warriors and Hammer Warriors, a ranger troop of more than a hundred people, a miner team of more than a hundred people, and a small number of people who did not participate in the battle. Female dwarves and minor dwarves.

The King of Eight Peaks came to the arranged building with his chief engineer, Hal Haver, and the captain of the sworn guard, Torek.

The dwarves of the Angrund clan were dressed in ragged clothes, with sloppy beards, and all of them were disheveled. They sat together in groups, boiling water, and eating bread. Many dwarves had wounds on their bodies, and they simply bandaged them. Suddenly, many wounds were still oozing blood and pus.

Rorek sent people to bring food and water, but such things as medicines were in short supply for the dwarves, obviously unable to meet the needs of the Angrund clan.

The atmosphere in the hall was very dull. Most of the dwarves were eating in silence without saying a word. Some of the dwarves were discussing something in a low voice. When they saw Bellegar appeared, they stopped talking and bowed their heads in silence.

Seeing this scene, Bellegar's heart was pierced, he opened his mouth, and a thousand words could only be condensed into a few comforting words.

"Good job, lads, for not embarrassing the dwarves."

"I've seen your courage along the way."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Are you all right? My fellow citizens, are you all right?"

Most of the dwarves around responded: "It's all right, my king, this is what we should do."

Even so, their desperation still fell into Bellegar's eyes. The King of Eight Peaks pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and said nothing.

Queen Komanik comforted the dwarves, then came back and said to Bellegar: "Bellegar, we need more food, only bread is not nutritious, we need fresh vegetables and meat, malt wine, and Medicines are needed, otherwise there will be many injured soldiers who will be seriously injured even if they recover, and the children will not grow up."

Bellegar's face turned blue after hearing this, and he took his wife to the corner: "But how can I open my mouth? Rorek has helped us, and he has provided us with a place to live and food. How dare I open my mouth again?" Want more ale, vegetables and meat? Rorek and his kingdom have done us the best, we can no longer be shameless, the dwarves of Castle Breeze want to eat!"

"Then you can't make our people suffer just because of your face!" Komanik said angrily.

"Give me some more time, Komanik, I'll think about what to do." Bellega felt a splitting headache: "I still have a little money on hand, can we go to find human trade nearby?"

At this moment, a loud voice came in from the door of the hall, with unstoppable pride in the voice: "My king, I heard that you need help?"

The sound of horseshoes and the sound of the wheels of the truck appeared at the entrance of the hall. The door was wide open, and the swaying firelight indicated that there were guests coming.

Dugan was sitting on the carriage with a smile on his face. Six or seven carriages came in from the entrance of the hall. The carriages were filled with food and all kinds of supplies that Bellegar urgently needed. The dwarves standing on the carriages smiled and looked at He greeted his compatriots, and generously distributed these supplies to the Anglund clan.

Wow! The scene immediately became lively, and the dwarves of the Angrund clan swarmed up to collect supplies from the convoy. These soldiers who had survived many battles finally felt a little warmth.

"It's Dugan! It's him! It's our people!"

"He brought us something!"

"There's ale in the barrel!"

"It's fresh vegetables! It's bacon! Lots! Lots!"

"It's barley bread!"

"The bag is full of wheat flour and barley flour!"

The dwarves of the Angrund clan were all smiles. They saw their compatriots. The compatriots sent food and many necessary supplies. Time has passed. The old clansmen were dressed in bright and gorgeous clothes. So kindly sent to the hands of their compatriots, many dwarves could not help but weep bitterly.

Dugan jumped out of the carriage, walked up to Belegar, and bent down: "My king, engineer Dugan-Tiehan, pays my respects to you and brings assistance within my ability!"

"Oh! Dugan! Thank you so much, you have relieved our urgent need!" Bellega let out a long breath, and he walked up to Dugan-Tiehan, with tears in his eyes, and patted Dugan's shoulder vigorously: " It seems that you are doing well here?"

"It's a good life, my king. We have a new home here, and everyone is living a good life." Dugan looked at the miserable situation and grateful eyes of his people, and sighed. The expedition to Bafengshan failed again: "My king, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Bellegar's face turned red after hearing this, he hesitated and opened his mouth, and pulled Dugan aside: "Dugan, I really need you to do me a favor."

"Say it, my king."

…………

At the same time, Ryan's Earl's Castle, in the courtyard of the outer castle.

"Wow, lala~" The little griffin Imperius is rolling in the grass in the courtyard. The weather is fine today, and Imperius is also very excited. It is pure-blooded with Ryan's mount like a big dog The elf war horse Grape and the unicorn Sylphine are playing together.

In the courtyard, the lake god witch Morgiana, the sorceress Teresa, and Ryan were all sitting in the gazebo drinking juice, watching the little griffins flying around, Ryan smiled: "Yingpu Reese seems to be developing well."

Teresa, the sorceress, lowered her head. Morgiana just checked her Gothic homework. Obviously, the witch of the lake is not very satisfied. The sorceress was a little frustrated by Morgiana in front of Ryan. As the religious leader of this country, the witch is naturally not very polite.

After Morgiana rested for a long time, her movement was no longer a problem, and her spellcasting ability recovered slightly. After checking Teresa's Gothic language, the Lake God Witch looked at the little griffin in flight with a calm expression, her cherry lips Spit lightly: "Your new mount?"

"I can't go to the battlefield yet." Ryan shook his head, and he picked up the iced juice on the table: "It may take a few years to grow."

"A few years... Ryan, have you considered giving this little griffin magical powers?"

"What?!"