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"What's wrong with you, little brother? Don't you care about your weapon? " Clark Grim's tone was unpleasant. "A warrior who doesn't respect his weapon will pay the price."
"Didn't I hear the news and come over?" Lionheart hurriedly smiled apologetically. These dwarven rune master craftsmen were famous for their stubbornness and stubbornness. Because the rune power had already penetrated deep into their souls, dwarven rune craftsmen would not accept any threats. They would only do what they liked.
"Well, I added three runes to this pair of axes. They are 'return', 'tear', and 'bloodlust'. As for your hammer … I'll call it 'Mjölnir' according to your request." Clark was just grumbling out of habit. This was a shortcoming of the bearded dwarves. Dwarves who were already old loved to grumble and chatter.
The silver war hammer was handed to Lionheart. It was about 1.8 meters long and had all kinds of golden patterns drawn on it. There were also many dwarven markings on it. The head of the war hammer was blunt on one side and sharp on the other. There were lightning wings on both sides of the hammer head. There were three runestones inlaid on the handle.
As soon as he held it, Ryan could feel the huge weight of the war hammer and the explosive energy surging in the hammer. He held the hammer tightly and injected his psionic energy into the handle of the war hammer. The golden patterns all lit up until they filled the entire hammer.
"Your needs are obviously different from your brother's. Your brother's weapon focuses on lethality, but you obviously want your weapon to focus on armor penetration and defense. So the runes I gave you are completely different from the ones I gave to the Flesher and Ripper," Clark gestured for Laing to put down the hammer. "I added three runes to your hammer."
"First of all, there's the 'Glanny's Endurance'. A warhammer is different from a battle axe. The most important thing is durability. The endurance rune can ensure that your warhammer can fight for a long time without needing to be repaired. A more typical example is the symbol of the Emperor of the Empire, the Gail Maraz Warhammer. That warhammer also has the same rune, so the user will never have to worry about maintenance.
"Very good." Laing nodded in satisfaction.
"The second one is the 'Bravery of Grimnir'. Obviously, you have a special power. Dwarves are not a race that specializes in magic, but we have been binding the power of magic wind and engraving it on our weapons for thousands of years. It's the same for you. You just need to inject your energy into this warhammer, and you can achieve the same effect of energy absorption and cutting."
"Lastly, this rune is a 'magic forbidding' rune. In battle, it is inevitable that we will encounter enemies with powerful magic abilities. Therefore, I added a magic forbidding rune to the hammerhead of your warhammer. This will have a miraculous effect on those enemies who use magic defense, adding a huge amount of extra damage."
Laing was shocked. Only the dwarves, a race that had been specializing in forging for tens of thousands of years, could fuse rune enchantment and anti-magic together.
"The weapons you and your brothers have asked us dwarves to help you make have been completed. The dwarves don't owe you anything anymore. But I have to say, this cooperation was quite pleasant. If you have similar blueprints and pledge money next time, I'm willing to make another trip." Looking at his work, Clark finally smiled. The president of the Association of Rune Craftsmen hadn't smiled in a long time.
After more than five hundred years, Clark had finally mastered two brand-new ways of making weapons, and had even found a lost rune. Clark had no reason to be unhappy. He and the hundred or so dwarves he brought along had benefited a lot from Leon. The proud dwarves would of course not express their gratitude directly, and it would not be a problem to say that it was a pleasure to work with Leon.
"Master Clark, please don't be in a hurry to leave. Please be sure to attend my wedding. I will treat you as a distinguished guest and invite you to taste our human food and wine." Putting away his warhammer, Laing bowed very politely and sent a grand invitation to the dwarves.
Laing had a very high status in this country, and his reputation had spread far and wide. His invitation showed that he was giving enough face to the dwarves. Seeing this, the bearded dwarves began to discuss.
"This human has some sincerity."
"The bearded dwarves like this kind of polite human."
"Being able to kill 'Red Eye' Egil, he is more or less capable. He is also a famous celebrity."
"My beard tells me that this little brother has something."
Clark, the rune craftsman, had originally planned to stay here for a while because during his inspection, he found that Delon Fiennes, a young rune craftsman (more than three hundred years old), had a good foundation. He was planning to spend some time teaching Delon to master more advanced rune engraving techniques. Since Laing took the initiative to invite him, Clark just had a way out. The rune craftsman with a white beard took the opportunity to say, "Since Your Excellency has kindly invited me, the dwarves will give you face!"
The bearded dwarf lived here. Since Laing had accepted two dwarven clans (Dugan Ironhand's Angran clan and Sven Novigrin's Novigrin clan), the dwarves had established a sizable settlement here. This group of bearded dwarves didn't have to worry about finding a place to live.
The following days were quite leisurely for Laing. There was no war in the whole kingdom. The nobles were busy recuperating and licking their wounds. They had no time to launch court conspiracies. This war had exhausted the Brittany.
The production and development in the north of the kingdom had been seriously affected. After taking office, the new Duke of Lyonasser, Aldred, soon found that he could only control half of the duchy. The new Duke had to ask for help from the royal court and the nobles in the south. The nobles in the south didn't refuse and sent a lot of food and supplies.
After another two weeks, autumn arrived.
The weather began to cool down. The date of Laing's wedding was getting closer and closer. The Lake Fairy's birthday was scheduled for late autumn. During this time, Laing lived in seclusion. He lived a peaceful life according to his own rhythm. He arranged for his steward Katzenberg and tax officer Gasparton to prepare for the wedding.
Occasionally, he would go to Dawn Wizard Tower to have a look. Tegris was teaching Veronica and Teresa something. However, Laing couldn't understand most of it. The magic taught by Tegris was too profound. After listening to it a few times, Laing decided to give up.
The warm wind of early autumn blew through Earl Glamorgan's territory. Unknowingly, it was the harvest season of the year. This year, Glamorgan's territory had developed to 28 villages. The population was close to 80,000. It had more than a thousand soldiers and more than a hundred knights. There was also a team of dwarven musketeers and a team of Novigrin's Iron Warriors.
The territory was filled with a festive atmosphere. The serfs all knew that their beloved earl was about to get married. The lowly serfs were destined to be unable to attend the wedding ceremony, but they could still give their blessings to the earl in their hearts.
What no one knew was that another distinguished guest who planned to attend Laing's wedding had arrived.
A few carriages filled with dwarven goods drove into Earl Glamorgan's territory. Engineer Dugan Tiehan and King of Eight Peaks, Belegar, sat at the front of the carriage, looking at the golden wheat waves along the way. They enjoyed the refreshing wind and enjoyed the refreshing ale. Behind the carriage were dozens of Iron Warriors and Hammer Warriors. They were Angran's sworn guards and Belegar's most loyal subordinates.
"Cheers!" Dugan took out a mug and filled it with ale for Belegar and himself. He then drank it in one gulp. "Happy time. A toast to Ancestor Glanny! A toast to our Angran clan's first king, Loen Ironhammer! "
"Come! Dugan! Ale! " Dugan Tiehan's support greatly eased Belegar's predicament. After the rest of his people were settled, the King of Eight Peaks took the opportunity to go out for a walk. Belegar took the initiative to tell Lorek that he wanted to contact the humans. Following Dugan Tiehan's lead, Belegar followed him to Laing's territory.
"Gulp!" Belegar burped after drinking another mug of ale. He thought to himself that it had been a long time since he drank ale to his heart's content.
It felt so good!
"The earl is a very capable person. From the moment he took us dwarves in, I knew that he was a man of great talent and vision. He is especially good at fighting. I don't need to say more about this. The earl himself leads a team of heavy cavalry with amazing combat power." Dugan Tiehan continued, "Whenever we fight side by side with the earl's army on the battlefield, we no longer have to worry about enemies circling around our flanks and backs. We only need to use our muskets to shoot to our heart's content."
"Heavy cavalry …" Belegar's eyes lit up. He stroked his white beard. "I heard that Brittany's knights are known as the Old World's number one heavy cavalry. They are even stronger than the knights of the Empire. I wonder if I will have the chance to see them this time."
"There will definitely be a chance." Dugan took out a baked whole-wheat bread with vegetables and ham. He was eating happily. "But I have something unpleasant to say first. Belegar, you are our king. Your status is noble. The earl will definitely meet you, but I hope you don't …"
"I know, I know." Belegar sighed softly. "Dugan, I still have to thank you this time. If it weren't for you sending a few carts of things, we wouldn't know how to get through this winter. I'm really embarrassed to ask Lorek for help again."
"Belegar … I told you before you left. After decades of accumulation, an army of 8,000 people is not enough to reclaim Eight Peaks Mountain." Dugan also sighed, "The army is too small. Let's not talk about Skarnik of the Demonic Moon Clan. Even the Black Beastman army under Skarnik's command has more than a thousand soldiers. Moreover, even if we really reclaim Eight Peaks Mountain from the hands of the Demonic Moon Clan, we won't be able to defend it.
"Kermanic also has the same opinion. Now we have to find a way to seize a city, restore production, and then gather our lost clansmen." Belegar looked at the prosperous plains in a daze. "We don't have many chances. If this continues, the Angran clan will be overwhelmed by hatred."
After hearing Belegar's words, Dugan knew that the king of Eight Peaks Mountain would not give up on reclaiming Eight Peaks Mountain no matter what, so he could not persuade him anymore. A few carriages moved along the road, the axles turning back and forth. The dwarves were amazed by the tall windmills, mills, fertile land, and workshops in the count's territory.
"It's pointy ears!" A stubborn dwarf with a long beard saw the elves. "There are pointy ears here! And there are so many of them! "
"That looks like a high elf!"
"Oh! How unlucky! Why are there so many elves here? "
"I'm annoyed when I see them!"
The guards of the Angran clan complained loudly. It was normal for dwarves to dislike elves.
The road gradually became congested. Too many carriages and pedestrians filled the originally wide road. The dwarven convoy was forced to slow down, and as a result, they collided with a group of elves.
The dwarves did not like elves, and the elves also saw the dwarves.
Both sides were indifferent and did not even greet each other. The large convoy moved in an orderly manner, and it was peaceful.
… …
Brittany, Bordero's capital, Mannan Dry Dock, Bordero's capital.
A fleet from the Empire was entering the port. The sail of the galleon was painted with a blue coat of arms and a white wolf's head. There was also a war flag of a white wolf running with a war hammer in its hand.
"It's Boris Todbringer, the Elector of Vollrich and Grand Duke of Midland." Bordero's Duke Bodrick said to Sir Houlf beside him. "It seems that Axel Gris, the leader of the White Wolf Knights, is also here. Go to the dock and welcome them on my behalf."
Bodrick and Boris were not friends, and their relationship was average. Boris did not have as much influence as Tegris, so Bodrick felt that it was enough to just show some courtesy.
"Yes! My Duke. " Sir Houlf was about to welcome them on behalf of Duke Bodrick, but he soon returned. "My Duke, Laing's adoptive parents are also here!"
"What?!" Bodrick took a closer look. As expected, the fully-armed Elector Boris and Axel Gris, the leader of the White Wolf Knights, were supporting a thin old noble and a white-haired old lady, respectively, and leading them off the ship step by step. "Mr. Norman, Mrs. Norman, please slow down."
The red-nosed old man, who was almost bald in the middle and had only a little hair on the sides, obviously had never been on a ship before. His face was pale, and his steps were unsteady. With the help of Elector Boris, he walked off the ship in fear and trepidation. "It's fine, Mr. Boris. I really don't know what to do with you. You're a Elector, and I'm just a bumpkin from Nord!"
"So what? Laing and I are as close as brothers. You're my elder! Mr. Norman. " Boris's face was full of smiles. That's right. Normally speaking, the Elector's position was five levels higher than that of a bumpkin from Nord. However, Norman had a good son, and this little old man deserved Boris's courtesy.
Now in the Kingdom of Nord, who didn't know that Norman's son was Laing Macado? The Sanctuary expert who could even cut down 'Red Eye' Egil? Even the King of Nord, Harald Frank, respected Norman. It was understandable for Boris to do this in order to build a relationship with him.
White Wolf Yurick even issued an oracle, asking Boris to take the Norman couple to White Wolf City for their retirement.
"They really are Laing's adoptive parents!" Bodrick couldn't stay calm anymore. "Let's go! Sea God Knights, come with me to welcome Laing's parents! "
"Yes!"
Duke Bodrick led a large group of Sea God Knights to personally welcome Elector Boris, Axel, the leader of the White Wolf Knights, and Laing's adoptive parents, and arranged for them to stay in the castle. Standing on the dock, the duke murmured to himself with a complicated expression, "Even the Elector of the Empire is here …"
Very unpleasant footsteps came from behind him. The footsteps didn't sound like a human's at all, but like the sound of some wood spikes piercing into the ground.
"Why are you here at this time?" Duke Bodrick didn't turn around. He just stood there. Behind him, a woman wearing a red headscarf, a tattered shirt and shorts, and holding a trident appeared.
This woman was very special. Below her calves, there were no human legs or feet. Instead, they were made of wood prosthetics.
"Father ordered me to come to you. I need your help, Father's Chosen Champion and Sea God Prince, Bodrick de Bordero."
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