Chapter 339, the Arrival of Relatives

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"Little brother, what's the matter with you? You don't care about your own weapons?" Clarke said harshly: "A soldier who doesn't respect his weapons will eventually pay the price."

"Didn't I come here when I heard the news?" Ryan hurriedly apologized. These master dwarf rune craftsmen are notoriously stubborn and stubborn, because the power of runes has penetrated into their souls, and dwarf rune craftsmen will not accept anything. Threats, they will only do what they like.

"Well, I added three runes to this pair of battle axes, which are 'return', 'tear', and 'bloodthirsty'. As for your war hammer... just according to your request, it is named Thor's Hammer. "Clark just complained habitually. This is the fault of those with long beards among the dwarves. The old dwarves like to complain and chatter.

The whole silver warhammer was handed over to Ryan. The length of the warhammer was about 1.8 meters. It was covered with various golden patterns and many marks of dwarves. The head of the warhammer was blunt on one side and pointed on the other. There are lightning feather patterns on both ends of the hammer head, and three rune stones are inlaid on the hammer handle.

Ryan could feel the huge weight of this war hammer and the explosive energy surging in the hammer body. He clenched the hammer body tightly and poured spiritual energy into the handle of the war hammer. All the golden patterns lit up until it was filled with The whole body of the hammer.

"Your needs are obviously different from your brother's. Your brother's weapons focus on lethality, while you obviously want your weapons to focus on armor-piercing ability and defensiveness, so I give you runes and flesh cutters with The Ripper's is completely different." Clark signaled Ryan to put down the hammer: "I added three runes to your hammer."

"The first is 'Grani's Stamina'. The warhammer is different from the battleaxe. The important thing is durability. The stamina rune can ensure that your warhammer can survive a long period of battle without requiring maintenance. A typical example is the Emperor of the Empire. The symbol of the Gael-Maraz Warhammer, that hammer also has this rune, and the user never has to worry about maintenance."

"Very good." Ryan nodded with satisfaction.

"The second is 'Grimnir's Bravery'. Obviously you have a special power on your body. Dwarves are not a race that is good at magic, but we have been bound by the power of the wind of magic for thousands of years and engraved on it. As for the weapon, it’s the same for you, as long as you input your energy into this warhammer, you can also achieve the effects of energy absorption and energy cutting.”

"Finally, this rune is 'forbidden magic'. In battle, we will inevitably encounter enemies with powerful magical abilities, so I have attached the forbidden magic rune for you to the hammerhead of the warhammer, which can help those Enemies who use magic defense will have miraculous effects and additional huge damage."

Ryan was overwhelmed by this. Only the dwarves, a race that has been researching forging for tens of thousands of years, can combine rune enchantment and forbidden magic.

"The weapon that your brothers asked our dwarves to help make has been completed, and the dwarves don't owe you anything anymore, but I want to say that this cooperation is quite pleasant. If you have similar blueprints and pledge money next time, I would like to Make another trip." Looking at his work, Clark finally smiled, and the president of the Rune Craftsmanship Association hadn't smiled for a long time.

After more than five hundred years, Clark finally mastered two new ways of making weapons, and also recovered a lost rune. Clark has no reason to be unhappy. A lot of benefits have been gained here. Of course, the proud dwarf will not express his gratitude directly. It is always no problem to say that the cooperation is pleasant.

"Master Clark, please don't leave in a hurry. Please be sure to attend my wedding. I will treat you as VIPs and invite you to taste our human food and wine." Putting away the warhammer, Ryan bowed very politely and said towards this A group of dwarves issued a grand invitation.

Ryan has a great status in this country, and his reputation spread far and wide,

He seemed to be giving the dwarves enough face by inviting him like this, and the long-bearded men discussed it after seeing this.

"This human being is still somewhat sincere."

"Bearded men like polite humans."

"Being able to kill 'Red-Eyed' Egil, he is more or less capable, and he is still a hammer star."

"My beard tells me this little dude has something."

The rune craftsman Clark-Severe had originally planned to stay here for a while, because during the investigation, he found that Deron Feinson, a young rune craftsman (over 300 years old), had a good foundation and was planning to spend some time Teach Deron to master deeper rune engraving techniques. Since Ryan invited him, Clark happened to have a step down, and the rune craftsman with a white beard said, "Since Your Excellency the Earl has kindly invited you, the dwarf will give you a face." !"

This long-bearded dwarf lived here. Since Ryan has successively accepted two dwarf clans (Dugan-Tiehan's Angrund clan tribe, Sven-Norviglin's Norvigrin clan), the dwarves have already A fairly large-scale settlement has been established here, and this group of long-bearded dwarves will not worry about finding a place to live.

The following days were quite free for Ryan. There was no war in the entire kingdom. The nobles were busy recuperating and licking their wounds, and they had no time to initiate court conspiracy. This war exhausted Brittany.

The production and development in the northern part of the Kingdom have been severely affected. The new Duke of Lyonnaise, Alderlad, soon discovered after taking office that there was only half of the principality left under his control. The new Duke had to ask The royal court and the nobles in the south asked for help, but the nobles in the south did not refuse and sent a lot of food and supplies.

Two weeks later, autumn arrived.

The weather is getting cooler, and Ryan's wedding is getting closer and closer. The fairy in the lake's birthday is arranged in late autumn. During this time, Ryan lives in a simple way, so he lives peacefully according to his own rhythm of life, and arranges for his housekeeper, Carson. Berg and tax collector Gasparton prepare to marry.

Occasionally, he would go to the Dawn Wizard Tower to see that Teclis was teaching Veronica and Teresa, but Ryan couldn't understand most of them. The magic taught by Teclis was too profound, Ryan After listening to it a few times, I gave up decisively.

The warm wind in early autumn blows through the Earl of Glamorgan, and before you know it, it is another harvest season. This year, the Earl of Glamorgan has grown to 28 villages, with a population of nearly 80,000. It has more than 1,000 standing troops and more than 100 villages. Cavaliers, a team of Dwarf Musketeers and a team of Novigrin Iron Broken Warriors.

The territory was filled with a festive atmosphere. The serfs knew that their beloved earl was about to get married. The lowly serfs were destined not to attend the earl's wedding ceremony, but they could still bless the earl's marriage in their hearts.

Unbeknownst to anyone, yet another distinguished guest who was planning to attend Ryan's wedding ceremony arrived.

Several carriages loaded with dwarven goods drove into the Earl of Glamorgan. The engineer Dugan-Tiehan and the King of Eight Peaks Mountain, Belega, sat in the front of the carriage, watching the golden wheat waves along the way, enjoying the refreshing wind. , drinking refreshing malt wine, quite comfortable, behind the carriage followed dozens of Ironbreaker Warriors and Hammer Warriors, they were Angrond's sworn guards and Belegar's most loyal subordinates.

"Cheers~" Dugan took out the mug, filled the malt wine for Bellega, filled it up for himself, and drank it in one gulp: "Happy time, a toast to our ancestor Grannie! A toast to our Angron The first king of the German clan, Ruen-Iron Hammer!"

"Come on! Dugan! Malt wine!" Dugan-Tiehan's support greatly eased Belegar's predicament, and he felt relieved a lot. After the rest of the tribe was settled, the King of Eight Peaks just took advantage of this opportunity Going out for a walk, Bellegar took the initiative to explain to Rorek that he wanted to contact humans. Relying on the leadership of Dugan Tiehan, Bellegar followed him to the territory of Ryan.

"Ton, ton, ton~" After drinking another glass of malt wine, Bellegar burped, thinking that he hadn't drank malt wine so happily for a long time.

It's so cool!

"The earl is a very capable person. Ever since he took in us dwarves, I have known his great talents, especially his ability to fight. Needless to say, the heavy cavalry team led by the earl is even more powerful." Du Root-Tiehan went on to introduce: "Whenever we fight side by side with the earl's army on the battlefield, we no longer have to worry about the enemy going around our flanks and behind, we just need to use our muskets to shoot as much as we want."

"Heavy cavalry..." Bellega's eyes lit up, and he stroked his white beard: "I heard that the knights of Brittania are known as the number one heavy cavalry in the old world, stronger than the knights of the empire, I don't know Is there a chance to see you this time?"

"There must be a chance." Dugan took out the baked whole wheat bread, which was stuffed with vegetables and ham, and ate it deliciously: "But I have something bad to say first, Bellegar, you are our king, Your status is noble, the Earl will definitely meet you, but I hope you don't..."

"I know, I know." Bellegar sighed in a low voice: "Dugan, I still want to thank you this time, if it weren't for the truckloads you sent, we still don't know how to get through this winter, I really don't know I am ashamed to speak to Rorek again."

"Beilega... I told you when you set out for the expedition that after decades of accumulation, an army of 8,000 people is not enough to take back Mount Bafeng." Dugan also sighed: "There are too few troops. Regardless of the Skarsnik of the Xieyue clan, even the black orc army under Skarsnik has more than a thousand, and even if we really regained the Eight Peaks Mountain from the Xieyue clan, we will still defend it. Can't help it, there is still Quake and his ratman army under the ley line network."

"Komanic also has the same opinion. Now we have to find a way to capture a fortress, resume production, and then gather the lost clansmen." Belega looked at the prosperous plain, a little dazed: "Our chances are running out, if we continue like this, The Angrund clan will be crushed by hatred."

Dugan knew that the King of Eight Peaks Mountain would never give up the cause of recovering Eight Peaks Mountain after listening to Belegar's words. The tall windmills, mills, fertile land and workshops in the territory are amazing.

"It's pointy ears!" The stubborn dwarf with long beard saw the figure of the elf: "There are pointy ears here! And there are a lot of them!"

"That seems to be a high elf?!"

"Oh! What a bad luck, why are there so many elves here?"

"I get annoyed when I see them!"

Angrond sworn guards complained loudly that it was normal for dwarves not to like elves.

The road gradually became congested. Too many carriages and pedestrians filled the originally wide road. The dwarf convoy was forced to slow down and collided with a group of elves.

Dwarfs don't like elves, and elves see dwarves too.

Both sides did not even say hello indifferently, each went his own way, and the large convoy moved in an orderly manner, but it was not a problem.

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Britannia, Bordelux, the capital of the Duchy of Boldroux, Mannen Dry Dock.

A fleet from the Empire is entering the port, the sails of the galleons are painted with blue coats of arms and white wolf heads, and there is a battle banner of a white wolf galloping with a hammer in hand.

"It's Boris Todbringer, Elector of Wollrich and Grand Duke of Middenland." Boderick, Duke of Boldrow, said to Sir Howlf next to him: "It seems that there are still white men. Axel Gris, the head of the Wolf Knights, you go to the pier for me to welcome you."

There was no friendship between Bo Derek and Boris, and the relationship was mediocre, and Bo Derek didn't have as much face as Teclis, so Bo Derek felt that it was enough to make fun of it.

"Yes! My Duke." Sir Howlf was about to go forward to greet Duke Boderick, but he quickly went back: "Duke, Ryan's adoptive parents are also here!"

"What?!" Boderick took a closer look, and sure enough, the heavily armed Elector Boris and the head of the White Wolf Knights, Axel Gris, supported a thin old nobleman and a The gray-haired old lady led them off the boat step by step: "Your Excellency Norman, Mrs. Norman, slow down."

The middle part of the hair is almost bald, and only a little hair on both sides of the red-nosed little old man has obviously never been on a boat. His face is pale and his steps are unsteady. "No, Lord Boris, you really don't know what to do. You are a candidate, and I'm just a country bumpkin from the Nord countryside!"

"What's the matter? Ryan and I are as close as brothers, and you are my elder! Your Excellency Norman." Boris had a smile on his face, yes, normally speaking, the status of the elector is better than that of a country bumpkin in Nord The lord was five ranks higher, but Norman had a fine son, a little old man who deserved Boris's courtesy.

In the current Nord Kingdom, who doesn't know that Norman's son is Ryan Malcador? That sanctuary powerhouse who can even cut down 'red-eyed' Egil? Even Harald Frank, King of Nord, respected Norman three points, and it is understandable for Boris to do so in order to build a relationship.

White Wolf Urik even issued an oracle, asking Boris to take the Norman couple to White Wolf City for retirement.

"It's really Ryan's adoptive parents!" Bo Derick couldn't calm down now: "Let's go! Poseidon Knight, welcome Ryan's parents with me!"

"yes!"

Duke Boderick led a large group of Neptune knights to personally welcome the adoptive parents of Elector Boris, Grandmaster of the White Wolf Knights Axel, and Ryan, and arranged for them to live in the castle. The Duke stood on the pier Complicatedly talking to himself: "Even the elector of the empire has come..."

There was a very unpleasant sound of footsteps behind him. This sound of footsteps was not like a human voice at all, but like the sound of some wooden spikes piercing directly into the ground.

"Why did you appear at this time?" Duke Boderick didn't turn around, he just stood there, behind him appeared a woman wearing a red turban, wearing a tattered shirt and shorts, holding a trident .

This woman is special, her legs do not have human legs and feet below the calf, but are made of wooden prosthetics.

"Father ordered me to come to you, and I need your help, Father's Chosen Champion and Prince of Poseidon, Boderick de Boldro."