"Dugan? That bastard! He refused my order on the spot! " Speaking of Dugan, Belega was furious. "That's right, it's him. He clearly objected to my expedition to Eight Peaks Mountain. When he saw that I didn't listen, he left with a group of people. I didn't expect him to come here. I have a score to settle with him! "
"Belega!" Queen Kmanic angrily said to her husband, "I think Dugan was right! You don't have a single chance of winning this expedition in terms of the size of the army. Even Dugan had told you everything very clearly back then! But you didn't listen, and you lost. You used up decades of accumulation! You have to start all over again. You're very proud, aren't you? "
Seeing that his queen was angry, Belega's tone immediately changed. He said with a guilty conscience, "That's not what I meant, Kmanic. What I meant was … I want to find Dugan and ask him if he has any opinions and suggestions. Recovering Eight Peaks 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 Eight Peaks Mountain had always been afraid of his wife. It wasn't because he had done anything wrong to her, but because his queen had suffered with him for decades. Their family's wealth was gone, and Belega felt very guilty towards her.
"That's more like it." Kmanic finally stopped being angry. She paused for a moment and said, "Belega, you should send someone down the mountain and find Dugan in the territory of the famous human hero, Count Laing Macado. For the sake of our ancestors, he should help us, or at least give us some advice. Also … maybe he can introduce us to Count Macado. Perhaps the dwarves' strength is not enough to recover Eight Peaks Mountain."
"No! The dwarves will not ask for help from weak humans! "Belega began to insist on saving face again. He said with a red face," This is the dwarves' family business! "
Queen Angelland immediately asked, "Belega, let me ask you, can you deal with the great demon Nurgle?"
"I … I should be able to cut off its tongue!" Belega said with a guilty conscience.
"Then, can you kill Red Eye Egil?" Kmanik continued asking.
"I … At least I won't be defeated so easily!" Belle Gar was still stubborn.
"Then do you still think you can beat Count Laing -Macado?"
"Of course! … Uh … Alright. " Belega wanted to say that he was definitely stronger than Laing, but he realized that he had fallen into his wife's trap. "I … I know. I'll send someone to call Dugan over."
No matter how poor Belega was, he was still the king of the Angerande clan, recognized by all the dwarves. His status was noble, so he still had to put on airs. No matter what, he couldn't go see Dugan. He had to order Dugan to come see him.
An Oathguard brought Belegar's letter and left Calac Breezy Castle. He arrived at the territory of Count Glamorgan and delivered the letter to the Dwarf Engineer, Dugan Ironman. The letter didn't mention anything about "defeat" or "Eight Peaks Mountain". Belegar only wrote that his King had arrived at Breezy Castle and that he should meet him.
The dwarf engineer, Dugan, didn't say anything after receiving the letter. He immediately put down his work and brought his good friend, the Iron Shredder Warrior Sven Norvig, along with twenty to thirty dwarves. They borrowed seven to eight carriages from their human brothers. They carried a large amount of food, goods, and many 'pointy ears' items to meet Bellegar in Breezy Castle.
After showing Laing's customs documents, Dugan and the others successfully passed through the checkpoints of Bastogne and Montfort and found their way into the mountains.
Although the relationship between Brittania and the dwarves was not bad, the relationship between the Duchy of Montfort, the Duchy of Palawon, and the Duchy of Breezy Castle was not good. This was especially true for the Duchy of Montfort. This duchy relied on the customs of the Axe Pass to maintain its balance of income and expenditure. Therefore, for Duke Fulcade of the Duchy of Montfort, the existence of the dwarves in Breezy Castle was very strange.
Fulcade's understanding was that this was the Grey Mountains, the boundary between Brittany and the Empire. On this side of the mountains was Brittany, and on the other side was the Empire. It was clear as day.
What's with the dwarves' territory in the mountains?
Fulcade had tried to negotiate with the dwarves in Breezy Castle several times. He wanted the dwarves to submit to him, or at least become his servants. Since the founding of the Knight King Arthur, the Brittany was undoubtedly the owner of this land. The Grey Mountains, along the central line to the west, had been a sacred and inseparable part of Brittany since ancient times. Duke Fulcade launched a strong diplomatic protest against the dwarven king of Breezy Castle, Lorek.
The dwarves told Fulcade that they had settled here five thousand years ago, and that Breezy Castle had been a sacred and inseparable part of the dwarven kingdom since ancient times. They also had the inscription that the dwarven expedition had set up here seven thousand years ago. Would you like to see it?
If you don't like it, you can solve it by force. Use your fists if you dare!
The Brittany looked at the steep mountain path and the dozens of cannons in the dwarven city. They then looked at their own catapults and decided to continue their protest.
Therefore, the relationship between the Duchy of Montfort and the dwarves of Breezy Castle had never been good. It was the same for the Duchy of Palawon. When Kasvann and the Empire were at war, the dwarves of Breezy Castle also chose to help the Empire.
Things became complicated just like that. The two sides were obviously enemies, but neither side dared to use their weapons.
Sitting in the carriage, the dwarf engineer Dugan Ironman stroked his long beard. "I can bet that Bellegar must have failed and came to Breezy Castle to ask for help. I can guess that he's looking for me. First, he wants me to lead my people to meet up with him. Then, he'll ask me to help him reclaim Eight Peaks Mountain."
It was summer, and the sun was shining brightly. Sven Novigrin put his winged helmet aside. He was wearing enchanted mithril plate armor, and his forehead was sweating. Ever since he came to Laing's territory, he and his people finally had a home. A team of Novigrin's Iron Crushers and a team of Novigrin's Thunder Gunners joined Laing's team. He was obviously not interested in reclaiming Eight Peaks Mountain. "So, Dugan, are you going to agree to his request?"
"Who?" Dugan was wearing mail armor and a blue turban on his head. He carried a long-barreled musket, a shotgun, a hammer, a toolbox, a saw, and many other things on his back. He was organizing his ammunition box.
"It's Bellegar Ironhammer!" Sven Norvigreen was a chief. He didn't know much about technology, but it was interesting when he thought about it. The three dwarven leaders hired by Leon happened to be the chief, the rune craftsman, and the master engineer.
"Oh! Of course not! " Dugan shook his head. "No, it wasn't easy for me to have a new home. My idea is that if Bellegar can find enough troops and gather enough people, then maybe I'll consider it. But now, he only brought his personal guards and a team of rangers. How can he reclaim Eight Peaks Mountain? Even Granny doesn't believe it. "
"Yes …" Sven nodded. "The count is very good to us. He built our own community for us. Our people don't have to starve anymore. We have enough food and warm clothes. I have five hundred people on my side. How many do you have?"
"I have three hundred people on my side. I think there are only a few who are willing to go with Bellegar to conquer Eight Peaks Mountain."
Along the mountain road, the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down. Dugan and Sven were very patient. They chatted along the way and stopped for nearly a day before arriving at Breezy Castle.
At this time, Bellegar was patrolling the camp of his people.
At present, there were hundreds of Iron Warriors and Hammer Warriors who were part of the sworn guards of the Angrund clan, a team of rangers, a team of more than a hundred miners, and a small number of female dwarves and underage dwarves who didn't participate in the battle.
The king of Eight Peaks Mountain brought his chief engineer, Halhaver, and the captain of the sworn guards, Torik, to the arranged building.
The dwarves of the Angrund clan were dressed in tattered clothes and had unkempt beards. They sat in groups of three to five, boiling water and eating bread. Many of the dwarves had wounds on their bodies, but they only had simple bandages. Many of the wounds were still oozing blood and pus.
Lorek sent people to bring food and water, but medicine was very scarce for the dwarves. Obviously, it couldn't meet the needs of the Angrund clan.
The atmosphere in the hall was very dull. Most of the dwarves were eating in silence. Some of them were whispering something, but when they saw Bellegar, they stopped talking and lowered their heads.
Bellegar saw this scene and felt like his heart was being cut by a knife. He opened his mouth, but only a few words of comfort could be condensed.
"Good job, boys. You didn't disgrace the dwarves."
"I saw your courage along the way."
"It's okay, it's okay."
"Is it okay? Are my compatriots all right? "
Most of the dwarves around him responded, "It's okay, my king. It's what we should do."
Even so, Bellegar still saw their misery. The king of Eight Peak Mountain pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and didn't say a word.
Queen Comanique comforted the dwarves, then came back to Bellegar and said, "Bellegar, we need more food. Bread alone is not nutritious. We need fresh vegetables, meat, ale, and medicine. Otherwise, many of the wounded warriors will be injured even if they recover, and the children won't be able to grow up."
Bellegar's face turned green after hearing this. He pulled his wife to a corner and said, "But how can I ask? Lorek has helped us. He has provided us with a place to live and food. How can I ask for more ale, meat, and vegetables? Lorek and his kingdom have done everything they can for us. We can't be so shameless. The dwarves of Breezy Castle also need to eat! "
"Then you can't let our people suffer because of your face!" Comanique said angrily.
"Give me some more time, Comanique. Let me think about what to do." Bellegar felt a headache coming on. "I still have some money. Can we go find some humans nearby to trade?"
At this moment, a loud voice came from the entrance of the hall. The voice was filled with pride. "My king, I heard you need help?"
The sound of hooves and the sound of rolling wheels came from the entrance of the hall. The door was wide open, and the flickering light indicated that there were guests.
Dugan sat in 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 greeted their compatriots, and generously distributed the supplies to the Angran clan.
Whoosh! The scene immediately became lively. The dwarves of the Angran clan flocked to receive the supplies from the carriages. These soldiers who had survived hundreds of battles finally felt a trace of warmth.
"It's Dugan! It's him! It's our people! "
"He's bringing us something!"
"There's ale in the barrel!"
"There's fresh vegetables! There's bacon! So much! So much stuff! "
"There's barley bread!"
"There's wheat flour and barley flour in the bag!"
The dwarves of the Angerande clan beamed with joy when they saw their compatriots. Their compatriots brought them food and many other necessities. With the passage of time, the people of the past were all dressed in splendid clothes. They laughed and gave all kinds of necessities to their compatriots. Many of the dwarves could not help but cry.
Dugan jumped down from the carriage, walked to Bellegar, and bowed. "My king, Engineer Dugan Ironman, I'd like to express my respect to you. I've brought all the help I can!"
"Oh! Dugan! Thank you so much. You've helped us solve our urgent needs! " Bellegar let out a long breath and walked to Dugan Ironman. He patted Dugan's shoulder with tears in his eyes. "It seems that you're living well here?"
"Yes, it is, my king. We have a new home here, and everyone is living a good life." Seeing the pitiful state of his people and their grateful gazes, Dugan let out a long sigh. He knew that the third Eight Peaks Mountain expedition had failed again. "My king, is there anything I can help you with?"
Hearing this, Belle Jia's face turned red. He hesitantly opened his mouth and pulled Dugan to the side, "Dugan, I really do need your help."
"Please speak, my king."
…
At the same time, in the outer courtyard of Laing's castle.
"Waaahhh!" The little griffin, Empris, was rolling around in the grass in the courtyard. The weather was good today, and Empris was in high spirits. He was like a big dog playing with Laing's mount, Grape, and the unicorn, Hillfaen.
In the courtyard, Lake Goddess Witch Morgiana, Sorceress Teresa, and Laing were sitting in the pavilion drinking fruit juice. Watching the little griffin flying around, Laing smiled. "Empris seems to be growing up well."
Teresa lowered her head. Morgiana had just checked her High Gothic homework. Obviously, the Lake Goddess Witch was not satisfied. The sorceress was scolded by Morgiana in front of Laing, so she was a little depressed. As the religious leader of this country, the Lake Goddess Witch would not be polite with her words.
After a long period of rest, Morgiana's movement was no longer a problem. Her spellcasting ability had also recovered a little. After checking Theresa's High Gothic, the Lake Goddess looked at the little griffin that was flying in the sky with a cold expression. She said softly, "Your new mount?"
"It can't go to the battlefield for now," Laing shook his head and picked up the iced fruit juice on the table. "It might need a few more years to grow."
"A few more years … Laing, have you considered giving this little griffin magic abilities?"
"What?!"
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