Warhammer Throne

Ryan frowned, his warhammer was broken, and he also needed a new weapon. The Nemesis is a half-handed sword. Often times it is not suitable for heavy armored enemies. He also needs a new warhammer.

"That is the master rune lord of Karaz-A-Karak, Clark-The Harshman." Deron pushed the drawing back to Ryan and Anglang: "If it was him, he would definitely be able to make it."

"Then can we ask him to build weapons for us?" Anglang rekindled hope, he needed a handy weapon too much.

"It's difficult. Clark-The Harshman is the Dwarf Rune Lord and the president of the Dwarf Rune Craftsman Association. He is more than a thousand years old this year, and he has not been down the mountain for more than 500 years." Dwarf engineer Dugan- Tie Han was drinking mushroom soup, and said with some slurred words: "He is so stubborn that he is unbearable. Can you take out what will make him go down the mountain?"

"Can't this drawing work?" Ryan pointed to the drawing on the table: "We are willing to share the technology of making this weapon with our dwarf friends free of charge."

"Oh! That's probably 30% sure." Rune craftsman Deron Feinsen smiled. After seeing this kind of drawing, the dwarf craftsman made up his mind to ask Ryan to share it. He was still worried about how to export it and ask for it. , As a result, Ryan took the initiative to say: "But it is not enough, Lord Ryan, friend of the dwarf, you have to understand that a dwarf can't only use raw materials."

The implication is that dwarves still have to work.

Ryan and Anglang looked at each other, but fortunately they were prepared.

"Ding~" An Gelang grabbed a big cloth bag and placed it on the table.

Inside are all golden pledge gold, it looks like one or two hundred!

"Is it enough?" Anglang tried to ask.

"...Mr. Angland, where did you get so many pledges?" Deron and Dugan both opened their mouths.

"I picked it up, Ryan went out. I cleaned the gray mountains." Angelang took out the heads of several green-skinned warlords.

"...Mr. Angelang, I think if you were there, Bafeng Mountain would not fall." Dugan seemed to think of something sad. He drank Bagman beer slurly, "Your brother It’s the needle dripping bull beer~ Your lord Ryan killed the horror and abuse champion Egil, shocking the old world, Mr. Angelang, you killed the green-skinned warlord easily. I have been wondering who your father is. ?"

"Haha~ If there are so many oaths, it should be enough?" Anglang did not answer the dwarf's question, he only paid attention to his own axe.

"Enough, if so much, Master Clark will definitely go down the mountain. Guys with long beards know that Master Clark is famously stubborn. He will never go down the mountain without sufficient conditions, but his stubbornness is also enough to make him stubborn. Go down the mountain immediately after seeing these things." Deron saw that Anglang didn’t want to say it, and the Dwarf Runecrafter took over: “You really have you, Mr. Anglang, don’t worry, if Master Clark takes the shot, you want it. The weapon can be done well."

"Very good!" Anglang finally nodded in satisfaction: "Then I will trouble you to inform."

After the discussion, several people relaxed and continued to drink. Angland obviously prefers Kislov’s spirits and dwarf stout in the choice of alcohol, so Bagman’s beer is very good to his taste, and Angland even I spent money to buy several barrels and went back to drink slowly. The World Devourer Gene Primarch successively ransacked several green leather city plugs and accumulated amazing wealth. Ryan sometimes wondered whether Anglang was richer than himself.

"You can't earn money as fast as you can grab it." This is what Anglang said: "If you want money, you can find me, brother."

Ryan has no particular hobby for wine, whether it is beer or wine or wood spirit fruit wine, he can taste very well.

Emilia can't stand it. The little maid in her early twenties this year took a sip, and her beautiful face wrinkled. Bagman beer is refreshing but high in concentration. Emilia is obviously Not used to drinking.

"Emilia, can't you drink it?" Ryan smiled and pulled Emilia's little hand: "If you can't drink it, you don't need to drink it."

"Um~ I'm sorry, I can't eat it a bit." Today Emilia wore a silky transparent princess over-the-knee skirt and a goose-yellow chiffon shirt. The girl tied her long golden hair into a beautiful princess hair. Acting, she was very happy to be able to follow Ryan alone, but now she is really not used to drinking this kind of beer, nor is she used to eating dwarf food.

"It's okay, Miss Emilia." Ryan wanted to say something, and Deron laughed loudly: "You can't get used to it. I asked the bartender to pour some butterbeer and tell him to put less salt in the food."

"No, it's okay." Ryan shook his head. He took Emilia's hand and took out a bottle of Wood Elf Cider and Wood Elf's jam bread: "Emilia, you can eat this."

"Yeah! Ryan, thank you!" Emilia was very happy. The girl took a very elegant bite and maintained aristocratic manners. This was a little out of place in the dwarf bar. Dugan laughed after seeing this: "It's with pointed ears." Something? This reminds me of the story in the history book, which is the battle of the long beards...you humans recorded this way, we prefer to call the battle of vengeance, in short, before this war, when the elves and the dwarves were still allies, At that time, the elven ambassador brought a barrel of the highest elven wine to the Peak of Eternity and dedicated it to the Supreme King, representing each other's friendship, and His Majesty the Supreme King gave the ambassador the highest dwarf dark beer."

"The result?" Ryan asked with interest.

"It turned out to be a very painful experience for both parties." Dugan sneered: "The so-called fine wine brewed by the elves is simply tasteless sour water when we dwarves drink. The Supreme King used an ax to split the barrels. The action made the elf ambassador feel uncomfortable, and then Supreme Wang Qiang pinched his nose and swallowed the acidic water forcibly."

"Similarly, the dark beer we brewed was unbearable for the elves. The elves spewed out only halfway through drinking. Finally, they barely drank the dark beer. Someone saw the elves in the patio behind the guest room. I vomited for a long time, oh yes, I remembered, that ambassador was the son of the first Phoenix King, and then the Witch King Malekis who split the elves."

"Hahahaha~" The entire dwarf bar laughed: "So, human friends can understand us!"

Ryan and the others also laughed. Indeed, whether it is dwarf food or elves' wine, it is acceptable to humans, and they can all enjoy the deliciousness. There is a difference between dwarves and elves.

"By the way, Mr. Dugan, you have been mentioning Bafeng Mountain before. I remember that your clan name is very similar to your brother's name? Can you tell me your story?" Ryan tried to ask about what happened before. He was actually right. Dugan is very interested in the story of the group of dwarves he brought with him.

"Yes, our clan's name is called the Angland clan, and it is indeed very similar to Mr. Angland's name." Dugan thought for a moment, and felt that there was nothing to hide: "Since your Excellency Ryan wants to know, then I will Tell you our story."

"Thank you very much! Mr. Dugan!" Emilia held Ryan's big hand, blushing, wanting to hear the story.

"When the ancient sage created the world, the race that was created immediately after the elves was the dwarves. At that time, under the leadership of the three ancestors of Granny, Grimmnir, and Valaya, the dwarves had already Rooted in the roof of the world and established its own civilization, Karak-Bafeng Mountain is the first city of the dwarves. The establishment of this city is even compared to the dwarf capital of the ancestors, Karaz-A-Karak. That is, the establishment of the eternal peak in your mouth is even earlier."

"Bafeng Mountain was once the second largest city of the dwarves after the peak of eternity. The ancestors created an extremely glorious civilization there. At that time, everyone believed that it was protected by eight peaks and there were as many as a dozen defensive bunkers. The Bafeng Mountain with the city wall will not fall one day... until more than two thousand years ago, that period of time that our clan could not forget."

Dugan paused after speaking. He seemed to be enduring something, and a strong feeling was about to gush out. He tried to speak, but his mouth opened, and finally the story continued: "But Bafengshan We are faced with a problem, that is, our underground mines and underground veins are too complicated. After thousands of years of development, even the rune craftsman with the longest beard cannot remember hundreds of messy earth veins. Where will it lead? Just like this, in an accident, the miner dug through the underground network leading to the Skaven Demon Rat Empire."

"We fought hard, eliminated the hordes of magic rats, and successfully controlled the siege of the city by the magic rats, but soon afterwards, Bafeng Mountain encountered a large group of green-skinned attacks, and the dwarves had to face the rat people and the green-skinned at the same time. The offensive, under two-sided combat, the ancestors gradually couldn't hold on. Even so, we persisted for more than a hundred years. Finally, we sealed the sacred temple and treasure in the depths of the mountains..."

Dugan didn't say any more about the latter, but Ryan knew that Bafeng Mountain had fallen: "So your clans are scattered?"

"No, about 100,000 dwarves withdrew from Bafeng Mountain at that time, forming our Angland clan. For the next two thousand years, our Angland clan wandered in the mountains like this, losing all clan honors. Bringing relatives to go in exile and begging for a living, try their best to recover Bafeng Mountain." Dugan sighed and shook his head: "Every generation of Kings of the Angland clan vowed to recover Bafeng Mountain and regain the glory of the ancestors, but they have nothing to do. Doubts have all failed. The population of the clan has been declining. When Bellegar became the king of the Angland clan three hundred years ago, we still have about 30,000 people."

"Bellega-Hammer, I have heard his name." Anglang said.

"Well, our king, Bellegar-Hammer." Dugan-Tiehan nodded: "Since 80 years ago until now, Bellegar has organized two expeditions, and the second expedition even got the help of the Supreme King. , But only the bad news is left to us. Not long ago, Bellegar launched the third expedition. He gathered a large number of kingdom refugees and other kingdoms warriors to form an expedition army of about 8,000 people. Bafeng Mountain is tired. I and the people who came to your territory don’t want to do that kind of useless effort. I mean...If Bafeng Mountain can be recovered, then I must do it, but the existing armies cannot succeed. Of... Lord Lane, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand." Ryan's eyes lit up, and he faintly caught something.

What can he do?

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What no one knows is that while chatting about the Angland clan in the Long Beard Tavern, it is located in the southern part of the empire, across the border princes, and the famous dwarf city Sebalak-Haimen Pass.

It is a bad land.

Badlands is a general term for a vast barren and desolate area, which is an arid plain and a scorching desert between the towering mountains on the edge of the world and the Black Bay coast at the southernmost tip of the Old World. This is the largest active area of ​​green leather except for the black land, and there are also many relics of lost civilizations.

To venture into the badlands, you must protect your life with a weapon in your hand. It is impossible to travel safely here. Even those brigades with heavy armored soldiers cannot guarantee safety, and there are no residents in this cruel and barren area. There is no food source to settle down, and even the water source is seriously polluted. Any army trying to enter this terrible land will suffer astonishing losses.

However, humans and dwarf expeditions eager to explore the badlands are still in an endless stream, because there was once a glorious civilization here. The Kingdom of Stranger, one of the five vampire families, once established a splendid civilization here. In the golden age, there were countless dwarf fortresses here, and countless treasures and wealth in the past are waiting for newcomers.

Five or six thousand years ago, the golden age of dwarves used to multiply and build fortresses in large numbers at the southern end of the Roof of the World in the Badlands. Today, these fortresses have fallen in the hands of Greenskin. Many dwarven expeditionary forces have tried to regain the fortresses of dwarves, but There are many failures and few successes. Even if Greenskin can be expelled temporarily, these creatures will soon come back and launch a ferocious siege on the dwarves.

And now, a new army of dwarves stretched out, marching in the wasteland.

This army consists of a team of hammer warriors, a team of long-bearded warriors, several teams of dwarf rangers and large groups of dwarf miners, and dwarf warriors. Of course, there are also groups of dwarf crossbowmen and dwarf musketeers, as well as the dwarf's most proud cannon.

An army of more than eight thousand dwarves spread across the wilderness, advancing slowly but firmly. Not far away, surrounded by clouds and mountains, the road to Karak-Bafeng Mountain has been opened.

Wearing a blue dwarf enchanted vibrating plate armor, holding the Hammer of Angland, holding the shield of resistance, the leader of the Angland clan, the self-proclaimed King of the Eight Peaks, Bellega-the hammer is standing in front of the ancestor’s On the runestone, he made his speech towards the army of dwarves, and he slammed his shield with a hammer.

"Dangdang~"

"Dwarf brothers, refugees of the Angland clan, warriors of other dwarven kingdoms!"

"Damn greenskins and rat people, these evil creatures destroyed our homeland and made our people refugees! But they can't destroy our will!"

"All the sufferings we endure will make us more united, stronger, and more determined. In the name of Granny and Valaya, we are back at the foot of Karak-Bafeng Mountain again!"

"During the two thousand years of battle, we have lost a lot of relatives and friends! We have lost countless brothers and siblings in two expeditions!"

"But all this suffering did not knock us down, and now we are back with hatred and anger!"

"Now! Let us regain everything we lost, and regain the territory of our ancestors!"

"The third Bafeng Mountain expedition has begun!"