Chapter 334, Forging New Weapons

When Lion arrived at the dwarven blacksmith's workshop on the banks of the Chinon, Angron and the others were already there.

A large group of long-bearded dwarves are gathering in the blacksmith workshop. They are visiting the equipment built by Deron Feinson and chattering endlessly. The main content is to complain that the materials they should have are not very complete. Then complained about the bad hydraulic press, then complained about the quality of the anvils and hammers, and finally complained about the bad lunch that Ryan provided.

Some dwarves said the meat was too old and not well done.

Some dwarves said that the meat was too tender, bloodshot and not chewy.

Some dwarves said that the meat is neither old nor tender, and has no characteristics.

Let Katzenberg, the housekeeper in charge of the reception, sweat profusely and be at a loss by these bearded dwarves.

What no one knows is that these long-bearded dwarves are actually quite satisfied with this blacksmith workshop, but it is the habit of these long-bearded old men to be picky, because for dwarves, they absolutely cannot accept the technical and engineering skills. Being overwhelmed by humans, even dwarves hired by humans can't do it!

Clark, the president of the Dwarven Rune Craftsmanship Association, did not say much. Many of his white beards had already fallen to the ground. Clark looked at the drawings carefully and said nothing.

As the longest-lived master rune craftsman among the dwarves and the president of the association, Clark-Stern has always been a person who doesn't like to talk too much, or that's the case for master rune craftsmen.

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

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

"How is it? Mr. Dwarf, can my weapon do it?" Angron asked Clark, the Harsh One, expectantly.

The World Eater was wearing a dwarf-enchanted mithril plate armor. Angron, who was more than two meters tall, looked very tall in front of Clark, who was only 1.5 meters tall. Clark was forced to raise his head and talk to Angron: " This kind of weapon, this level of weapon...you really think too easily, this level of weapon is for dwarves..."

"For the dwarves?" Angron's heart sank when he heard this, and he complained in his heart that the emperor would not give him weapons, which made him humbly beg the dwarves.

"For dwarves... of course it's nothing to worry about!!!" Clark blushed, he stretched out his hand, and slapped it hard on the big table, and a huge handprint was directly patted on a wooden table: "Very good, this is a new technology and rune engraving method that I have never seen before! It has been more than five hundred years, and I finally have a new challenge!"

"Great!" Angron finally smiled,

Seeing Ryan coming in, he said happily, "Brother, our weapons are finally available."

"Very good!" Ryan couldn't help but show knight courtesy towards Clark-Severe One respectfully: "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." Clark did not respond to Angron and Ryan's thanks. This master is more than a thousand years old and has appeared in his life Too many things: "I accept the blueprint, what about the pledge money?"

"Here" Angron took out a big bag, which was full of pledge money.

"Hmm." Clark turned his head and signaled the dwarf to go up and check.

A bearded man came up and took the big bag from Angron's hand. He cut it with a sharp knife, and a large amount of dwarven pledge gold spilled out, all of which fell to the ground.

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

"We have paid a lot for human beings, Mr. Angron, but not all human beings treat us sincerely. In order to avoid some unpleasant things, we need to settle in advance, and you get what you pay for." Clark - Harsh One will He carried his doomsday anvil to the middle of the workshop and started to ignite the huge forging furnace. The wind of magic was ignited in the golden-topped and gray-based forging furnace. The dwarven rune craftsmen agitated the bellows and brought several large basins of clean water , push the coal with a wheelbarrow.

This doomsday anvil is the supreme treasure of the dwarves. It has been passed down from 10,000 years ago to the present. It is said that it has been used by the dwarf god Grani and has been passed down to this day. The entire anvil is engraved with sacred symbols. The text engraving is completely made of Zhenjin.

Deron Feinson, a rune craftsman employed by Ryan, explained to Angron: "My count, Mr. Angron, the dwarves were deceived more than once during the settlement, including humans, so Master Clark did not Trust anyone, he is used to settle first and then work, otherwise he will not listen to the orders of the Supreme King."

Angron's face was not very good: "Okay, as long as the weapon is fine."

The dwarf long-bearded warrior ordered away one hundred and fifty-five pledge gold, and repacked the remaining twenty or thirty pledge gold in bags: "One cent is not much, one cent is not less, and the rest will be returned to you. We are going to make weapons for you, the way the dwarves make rune weapons is a secret, please avoid it."

"What about me?" Deron asked flatteringly.

"Come and help me, Deron, I want to see if you have improved over the years!" Clarke - the harsh voice came from one side: "I have seen your work, although it is still nonsense, But it’s still not out of shape, I want to see if you can learn more advanced rune engravings.”

"Ah?! Yes! Yes!" Deron happily ran all the way to Clark.

It is the supreme honor of a rune craftsman to be taught by Clark the Harsh One!

As we all know, the number of dwarven runesmiths is few and far between. These living priceless relics communicate the last runic knowledge of the golden age of the dwarves now and gone. Many powerful war runes and enchantment runes have been lost. Those the runesmiths deem none worth teaching.

These rune knowledge and technologies gradually withered until they were completely forgotten. People can only find fragments of powerful runes from those dossiers and books. Rune craftsmen will never and cannot be forced. Over the long years, The power of rune magic made them more stubborn. Only those who he thought were qualified could learn the most profound knowledge of rune magic.

Now Clark, the president of the Dwarven Rune Craftsmanship Association, is willing to give him some advice. How can this not make Deron Feinson ecstatic?

"Go out, human, give me three days, and I will naturally create the weapons you want." Seeing that Ryan and Angron were still standing at the door, Clark-Stern said impatiently: "Now Get out, immediately, or this deal will be void!"

"Okay, okay, let's go out." Ryan shrugged helplessly, and he simply pulled Angron out: "Let's go, brother."

"Okay." Angron muttered, "I also plan to see if the dwarves will praise Omnissian and other rituals together before forging weapons."

"That's a machine, not a blacksmith, right? The dwarves should be praising the main god Grannie."

"Almost, almost."

After all, Angron was dragged out of the blacksmith workshop by Ryan. The bright sun shone on the Earl of Glamorgan, and the breath of midsummer wave after wave. The clear river was rushing. The two walked by the Chinon River. Hang out and chat easily.

"Brother, take a sip?" Angron took the kettle on his waist, which contained the Bagman beer he bought from the dwarves. This dark beer and Kislev vodka are Angron's favorites Alcohol, he also prefers mead and Breton brandy.

"It smells so good." Ryan took the kettle and took a big gulp. The rich and long taste and refreshing stimulation of Bagman beer made him squint his eyes comfortably.

"Brother, dwarves are a kind of vengeful people. You must read it now. Later, they will write down your affairs in a small book. If you have nothing to do, you will read it, and then your teeth will itch." With a belly full, Ryan returned the jug to Angron, and he said with a smile, "Do you know the story of two and a half gold coins?"

"The story of two and a half gold coins?" Angron took a gulp from the kettle and belched contentedly: "I haven't heard of it. What kind of story is that, is it related to dwarves?"

"About ninety-five years ago, the Elector of Ostermark and the Dwarf Kingdom of the Empire reached an agreement." Ryan told a story: "The Grand Duke of Ostermark and Elector of Bekafin intends to To build a strong enough castle in the province of Ostermark to guard against the possible invasion of the Chaos tribe in the north, the elector chose to hand over this large project to the dwarves. The two parties agreed on a price, and then the dwarves started construction. "

"It took about two years for the dwarves to build a fortified castle called Kriegerhof. This castle guarded the roads of the kingdoms of Beccafin and Kislev. The Elector inspected Satisfied, he began to deliver the project payment.”

"The project money was loaded up by the elector in one hundred and forty-four small trolleys and sent to the dwarves. This matter should have ended like this, but when the dwarves counted the money, they found that the wages they agreed with were less I bought two gold coins and fifty silver coins." Ryan said here that he couldn't laugh or cry: "The dwarves were furious because of this, and they personally sent people to Bekafin, the capital of the Ostermark province, to ask the elector for an explanation."

"Oh my God." Angron already knew what happened, he covered his face with his hands, and couldn't bear to look directly.

"The elector didn't take the dwarf's question seriously at all. He casually said that there might be losses during the transportation. The money I sent out here is correct, and I am not responsible." Ryan then finished the story: "Seeing the election The emperor refused to give an explanation, which annoyed the dwarves, so the dwarves assembled an army from Karak-Kadrin, and this army broke through the Krieghof castle that the dwarves had just built, and directly razed the castle to the ground. Flatland, and said angrily that this is the price you paid for deceiving the dwarves!"

"In the end, the Elector was faced with the siege of the dwarf army, so he had to hand over the 'final payment' of two gold coins and fifty silver coins, and the dwarves retreated. In the end, the castle was gone, the defenders were gone, and the money was gone. , It can be said that people and money are empty.”

"Hahahahaha! I'm really convinced, do these dwarves hold grudges like this?" Angron laughed loudly, shaking his head again and again: "Okay, the dwarves can do whatever they say."

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

Not long after he walked out, Hux, the knight of the kingdom under Ryan, came riding a horse: "Count!"

"What's wrong?" Ryan raised his head and looked at the sweaty knight.

"A large group of high elves arrived in Jin Town, and they want to see you by name!" Hux was sweating on his forehead.

"Okay, I'll come right away." Ryan thought that Teclis had arrived, and he turned around: "Brother, do you want to go and see together?"

"OK."

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The town of Jinn is very lively today, because an army of high elves arrived, causing a large number of human crowds to watch. The serfs gathered, one was fearful, and the other was curious to watch this army of high elves inhumanely .

"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 the wood elf we often see!"

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

"So gorgeous, so powerful! So neat!"

Hundreds of serfs rushed out of the town to watch the high elf army. They probed their brains and pointed at the high elf army. In the trading point of the city, the residents often see wood elves, so they are no strangers to pointy ears.

The high elves were very impatient with the rude behavior of humans. Zoltan, the magic swordsman of Hoth, came to Teclis's side: "Your Excellency Teclis, these monkeys really don't know what to do."

"Quiet, we are here to find people, not to give human beings a long memory." Teclis leaned on Lilith's staff of the moon. It was put on a group of wood elves who were driving a truck into the city, and there was a rare interest in the words: "Interesting, Ryan Malcador has actually established a trade relationship with Esley. I remember that Esley can only Trade with those most trustworthy among men."

"This human hero can kill 'Red Eye' Egil Steelbjorn, which shows that his strength should be no problem. Being recognized by the wood elves shows that his strength and credit are affirmed by the wood elves. , and look." Teclis moved his eyes: "There are still many dwarves there."

"To kill that 'red eye', this guy named Ryan is still a little bit capable... dwarfs, monkeys, and our distant relatives, except for the chaos, the three things I don't like the most in this city have all been gathered It's gone." Zoltan, the magic swordsman of Hoth, shook his head again and again.

"Shut up, Zoltan." Teclis raised his head: "Our compatriots are here."

A group of wood elves came to him: "Your Excellency Teclis, hello, I didn't expect you to come here. I am Dailina, the lord of the woodland. May I ask why Azul's relatives from Ulthuan are here?"

"I came here to meet Earl Ryan Macado." Teclis remained expressionless, and his attitude was very calm: "I didn't expect to meet Eisley, I am very happy, I brought Greetings from His Majesty Finnubar the Phoenix King and His Majesty Alarielle, the Everqueen."

"Thank you, I will convey it." Dai Lina nodded and smiled: "It is indeed a lucky day to meet your compatriots. May Kunos and Aisha bless you, but I think our conversation will come to an end here, Your Excellency Ryan. gone."

"..." Teclis followed Daelina's gaze.

On the banks of the Chinon River, Lion and Angron appeared in front of the high elf, and he spoke fluent Elvish language: "Welcome, guest from Ulthuan, I am Lion, Lion Malcador, Lady's God-Chosen Champion. "

"Teglis, Supreme Magus of the Magister Council of the White Tower of the High Elf Safrihoth."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."