Laing frowned. His warhammer was also broken, and he also needed a new weapon. Vengeance was a half-handed sword, and it was not suitable for use against heavily armored enemies. He also needed a new warhammer.
"That's Karaz A-Karak's Master Rune Lord, Krac Grim." Delon pushed the blueprint back to Laing and Angran. "If it's him, he can definitely make it."
"Then can we ask him to make weapons for us?" Angran's hope was rekindled. He really needed a weapon.
"It's difficult. Krac Grim is the Rune Lord of the Dwarven Rune Craftsmen Association. He's more than a thousand years old this year, and he hasn't left the mountain for more than five hundred years." The dwarf engineer, Dugan Ironman, was drinking mushroom soup. He said with a little lisp, "He's so stubborn that it's unbearable. Can you give him something to make him leave the mountain?"
"Can't this blueprint?" Laing pointed at the blueprint on the table. "We're willing to share the technology to make this weapon with our dwarf friend for free."
"Oh! Then there's probably a 30% chance. " The rune craftsman, Delon Fiennes, smiled. After seeing the blueprint, the dwarf craftsman was determined to share it with Laing. He was still worried about how to ask for it, but in the end, Laing took the initiative to say, "But it's not enough, Mr. Laing. Dwarf friend, you have to understand that dwarves can't only work with raw materials."
In other words, dwarves still needed to be paid for their work.
Laing and Angran looked at each other. Fortunately, they were prepared.
Ding! Angran grabbed a large cloth bag and put it on the table.
It was full of golden pledge gold, and it looked like there were one or two hundred pieces!
"Is it enough?" Angran asked tentatively.
"… Mr. Angran, where did you get so much pledge gold?" Delon and Dugan both opened their mouths wide.
"I picked it up. When Laing went to war, I cleaned up the Gray Mountains." Angran took out the heads of a few green warlords.
"… Mr. Anglo, I think that if you were here back then, Eight Peaks Mountain wouldn't have fallen." Dugan seemed to have thought of something sad. He gulped down his beer and slurred, "You two brothers are awesome! His Excellency Laing killed the Khorne's Chosen One champion, Egil, and shocked the old world. Mr. Anglo, you killed the green-skinned warlords easily too. I've been wondering who your father is."
"Hehe, with this much Pledge Money, it should be enough, right?" Anglo did not answer the dwarf's question. He only focused on his axe.
"That's enough. Master Clark will definitely come down the mountain if there's so much. Everyone with long beards knows that Master Clark is famous for his stubbornness. He stubbornly refuses to come down the mountain without sufficient conditions. However, his stubbornness is enough for him to come down the mountain immediately after seeing these things." Dylon saw that Anglo didn't want to say anything, so the dwarf rune craftsman said, "You're really something, Mr. Anglo. Don't worry, if Master Clark does it, the weapon you want will be made."
"Very good." Anglo finally nodded with satisfaction. "In that case, please inform him."
After the discussion, the few of them relaxed and continued to drink. Anglo clearly preferred Kislöw's hard liquor and dark dwarf beer. Therefore, Bagman's beer suited his taste. Anglo even spent money to buy a few barrels to drink. The World Eater geno prototype had looted a few green-skinned fortresses. It had accumulated a lot of wealth. Laing sometimes wondered if Anglo was richer than he was.
"You can't earn as fast as you rob." Those were Anglo's original words. "If you need money, come to me, brother."
Laing did not have any particular taste for alcohol. It did not matter if it was beer, wine, or the fruit wine of the wood elves, he could taste them all very well.
Amelia, on the other hand, couldn't stand it. The little maid in her early twenties took a small sip, and her beautiful little face wrinkled. Although the Bagman beer was refreshing, it had a high concentration. Amelia clearly wasn't used to it.
"Emilia, you can't drink it?" Laing smiled and held Emilia's little hand. "If you can't drink it, then don't drink it."
"Oh, sorry. I can't eat it." Emilia was wearing a bright, transparent princess skirt and a yellow chiffon shirt. The girl had tied her blonde hair into a beautiful princess hairpin. She was very happy to be alone with Laing, but now she was not used to drinking this kind of beer. She was also not used to eating the food of the dwarves.
"It's okay, Miss Emilia." Laing wanted to say something, but Dylon laughed and said, "If you are not used to the food, I will ask the bartender to bring some butter beer. I will ask him to put less salt in the food."
"No need, it's okay." Laing shook his head. He held Emilia's hand and took out a bottle of wood elven fruit wine and fruit bread. "Emilia, eat this."
"Yes! Laing, thank you! " Amelia was very happy. The girl elegantly took small bites, maintaining the etiquette of a noble. This was a little out of place in the dwarven bar. Seeing this, Dugan couldn't help but laugh. "Is it something with pointy ears? This reminds me of a story in the history books. It was during the Battle of Long Beard … You humans recorded it that way. We prefer to call it the Battle of Revenge. Anyway, before this battle, when the elves and dwarves were still allies, the elven ambassador brought a barrel of the best elven wine to Eternity Peak to present it to the Supreme King as a sign of friendship. His Majesty, the Supreme King, in return, gave the ambassador the best dark dwarven beer. "
"And the result?" Laing asked with interest.
"The result was a very painful experience for both sides," Dugan sneered. Dugan sneered, "The so-called fine wine brewed by the elves is tasteless sour water in the eyes of us dwarves. The Supreme King's action of splitting the barrel with his axe made the elven ambassador unhappy, and the Supreme King had to hold back his disgust and pinch his nose to force the sour water down."
"Similarly, the dark beer we brewed was unbearable for the elves. The elf only drank half of it before he spat it out. In the end, he forced himself to finish the dark beer. Later on, someone saw the elf vomiting for a long time in the courtyard behind the guest room. Oh, right, I remember now. The ambassador was the son of the first Phoenix King, the Witch King Malecis who later caused the elves to split."
"Hahahaha ~" Everyone in the dwarven bar laughed. "That's why our human friends can understand us!"
Ryan and the others couldn't help but laugh. Indeed, whether it was the food of the dwarves or the wine of the elves, humans could accept it and enjoy it. However, it was different between the dwarves and the elves.
"By the way, Mister Dugan, you kept mentioning the Eight Peaks Mountain. I remember that your clan's name is very similar to your brother's name. Can you tell me your story? " Laing tried to ask about the past. He was actually very interested in the story of Dugan and the dwarves he brought with him.
"Yes, our clan's name is the Angran clan. It is indeed very similar to Mister Angran's name." Dugan thought for a moment and felt that there was nothing to hide. "Since Mister Laing wants to know, I will tell you our story."
"Thank you very much, Mister Dugan!" Mister Dugan! "Emilia held Laing's big hand and blushed. She wanted to hear the story.
"When the ancient saint created the world, the dwarves were created right after the elves. At that time, under the leadership of the three ancestors, Granny, Grimnir, and Valaya, the dwarves had already taken root in the Roof of the World Mountains and established their own civilization. Karak Eight Peaks Mountain was the first city of the dwarves. This city was even built before the capital of the dwarves, Karaz-a-Karak, which is also known as the Eternity Peak."
"Eight Peaks Mountain was once the second largest city of the dwarves, second only to the Eternity Peak. Our ancestors had created an incomparably glorious civilization there. At that time, everyone thought that the Eight Peaks Mountain, which was protected by the eight peaks and more than a dozen defensive bunkers and walls, would never fall. Until more than two thousand years ago, that was a time that our clan could never forget."
Dugan paused for a moment after finishing his story. He seemed to be holding back something as a strong emotion was about to burst out. He tried to speak, but only managed to open his mouth a few times. In the end, he continued his story. "However, Eight Peak Mountain was faced with a problem. Our underground mines and earth vein network were too complicated. After thousands of years of development, even the rune craftsman with the longest beard could not remember where the hundreds of messy earth vein network led to. Just like that, a miner accidentally dug through the earth vein network that led to the Skaven Demon Rat Empire."
"We fought hard and exterminated hordes of rats. We successfully controlled the rats' siege on the city. But not long after, the Eight Peaks Mountain was attacked by a large group of green-skinned creatures. The dwarves had to face the attacks of the ratmen and green-skinned creatures at the same time. Our ancestors gradually could not hold on. Even so, we held on for more than a hundred years. In the end, we sealed the sacred temple and the treasures deep in the mountains …"
Dugan did not finish the story, but Laing knew that the Eight Peaks Mountain had fallen. "So your clan scattered?"
"No. At that time, about a hundred thousand dwarves withdrew from the Eight Peaks Mountain and formed our clan, the Angerande clan. For the next two thousand years, our clan wandered in the mountains and lost all of our clan's honor. We took our families and begged for a living, trying to find a way to reclaim the Eight Peaks Mountain." Dugan sighed and shook his head. "Every king of the Angerande clan vowed to reclaim the Eight Peaks Mountain and restore the glory of our ancestors. But they undoubtedly failed. The clan's population kept decreasing. When Belegar became the king of the Angerande clan three hundred years ago, we had about thirty thousand people."
"Belegar Ironhammer. I've heard of his name," Angerande said.
"Yes. Our king, Belegar Ironhammer." Dugan nodded. "Since eighty years ago, Belegar has organized two expeditions. The second one even received the help of the Supreme King, but he only left us with bad news. Not long ago, Belegar launched a third expedition. He gathered a large number of refugees and warriors from other kingdoms to form an expeditionary force of about eight thousand people. But I'm tired of the expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountain. My people and I who came to your territory do not want to do that kind of useless work. What I mean is … If we can reclaim the Eight Peaks Mountain, we will do it. But the current army will not succeed … Sir Laing, do you understand what I mean?"
"I understand." Laing's eyes lit up. He vaguely grasped something.
Was there anything he could do?
… …
What no one knew was that while they were chatting about the Angerande clan in the Longbeard Tavern, in the south of the Empire, across the prince's territory and the famous dwarf city of Sebalak Haimen.
It was a wretched land.
The wretched land was a general name for a vast barren and desolate area. It was an arid plain and scorching desert between the towering mountains at the edge of the world and the southernmost coast of the old world, the Black Bay. It was the largest active area of the Green Dwarfs other than the Black Lands. At the same time, there were many ruins of lost civilizations.
If one were to venture into the Evil Lands, they would have to use the weapons in their hands to protect their lives. It was impossible to travel safely in this place. Even the brigades that were protected by heavily armored soldiers could not guarantee their safety. Furthermore, there were no residents living in this cruel and barren land. There was no source of food, and even the water source was severely polluted. Any army that attempted to enter this terrifying land would have to suffer an astonishing loss.
However, there was still an endless stream of human and dwarf expeditions eager to explore the wretched land because there used to be a glorious civilization here. One of the five vampire families, the Straga Kingdom, once established a brilliant civilization here (but was eventually destroyed by the Green Dwarfs). In the golden age of the dwarves, there used to be countless dwarf fortresses here (but were eventually destroyed by the Green Dwarfs). Countless treasures and wealth of the past were waiting for the latecomers.
Five or six thousand years ago, the golden age of the dwarves used to multiply and build fortresses at the southern end of the Roof of the World Mountains in the wretched land. Now, these fortresses had fallen in the hands of the Green Dwarfs. Many dwarven expeditions had tried to reclaim the dwarven fortresses, but they failed more than succeeded. Even if they could temporarily drive away the Green Dwarfs, these creatures would soon return and launch a fierce siege on the dwarves.
And now, a new dwarven army had arrived, marching through the wasteland.
This army consisted of a team of Hammer Warriors, a team of Bearded Warriors, several teams of Dwarf Rangers, and a large group of Dwarf Miners and Dwarf Warriors. Of course, there were also groups of Dwarf Crossbowmen and Dwarf Musketeers, as well as the cannons that the dwarves were most proud of.
More than eight thousand dwarven troops spread across the wretched land, slowly but steadily advancing. Not far away, surrounded by clouds and mountains, the road to Karak Eight Peaks was opened.
The self-proclaimed King of Eight Peaks, Bellegar Ironhammer, was standing on the ancestral runestone and giving a speech to the Dwarven army. He was wearing blue Dwarven enchanted Vibranium plate armor, wielding the Hammer of Angran and the Shield of Resistance. Bellegar Ironhammer, the self-proclaimed King of Eight Peaks, stood on the ancestral runestone and gave a speech to the Dwarven army.
Clang! Clang!
"Dwarven brothers, refugees of the Angrund clan, warriors of other dwarven kingdoms!"
"Damn the Green Dwarfs and Ratmen, these evil creatures destroyed our homes and turned our people into refugees! But they can't destroy our will! "
"All the suffering we have endured will make us more united, stronger, and more determined. In the name of Granny and Valaya, we have returned to the foot of Karak Eight Peaks once again!"
"In the two thousand years of war, we have lost many family members and friends! In two expeditions, we have lost countless brothers and sisters! "
"But all this suffering did not defeat us. Now, we have returned with hatred and anger!"
"Now! Let us take back everything we have lost and take back the territory of our ancestors! "
"The third expedition to Eight Peaks has begun!"
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