Warhammer Wizard

Ren returned to the council chamber under the guidance of the dwarf guards.

The three dwarf kings didn't sit. They stood side by side in the middle of the hall to welcome Renn's arrival. Magna said calmly, "Your Excellency Count, we agreed to the requests you made."

A faint smile appeared on Ren's face.

As if he had expected this outcome, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand, nodded and said, "Your Majesty is wise. I wish us a happy cooperation."

Snapped!

Two equally powerful hands held together.

"I wish us a happy cooperation." Magna felt a powerful force, a strange color flashed in his eyes, looked up at the tall young human in front of him, and said in surprise, "You don't seem to be surprised that we will agree?"

Ren smiled, "This is a win-win deal, and His Majesty has no reason to refuse."

His words saved face for the dwarf king.

In fact, Ren was well aware that the dwarves had no choice. The other party completely fell into his own rhythm in the discussion just now, and made requests step by step, from the less important to the most important, the dwarf agreed to the previous request, and there was no way to turn back later.

This is a very simple sausage-cutting tactic. It is nothing new to say. The most important thing is that you are the first party and have the initiative.

The chips between the two sides are too far apart, and they are not equal at all.

Ren knew that if he was more ruthless and made more excessive demands, such as increasing the dwarf army to 10,000 people, or reducing the construction fee to 30%, or even free, the dwarves might agree.

Just considering that everyone will cooperate in the future, he did not squeeze the dwarves with all his strength.

Magna actually knew this very well, and couldn't help sighing: "Your Excellency the Earl is the most outstanding young man I have ever seen. Now is the era of human beings, and there are many heroes among human beings, but as powerful as Your Excellency the Earl, I still First time seeing it."

"Your Majesty has won an award." Ren said modestly.

Next to him, Dan Iron Hand pouted and turned his head dejectedly, unwilling to see Ren's complacent look.

He is the youngest of the three kings. He was promoted to the king of the hill before the age of two hundred, and then ascended the throne of the king. He is the most talented person among the dwarves for hundreds of years. , but today I met a sullen nose here in Rennes, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

Ren was very clear about Dan's thoughts, he just pretended he didn't see it.

Magna said: "Your Excellency Count, please stay in the lava castle tonight, I will let Blestein draw up the contract, please take a look. Tomorrow, we will hold a ceremony in the king's palace, in the witness of Mahar. Come on, sign the contract."

"It's all up to His Majesty's arrangement." Ren fully agreed, giving the other side enough face.

This cooperation is related to the future of the entire clan. Naturally, it should not be taken lightly. A few people can sign it in private. If it is more grand, the dwarves will pay attention to it.

Magna was very happy to see Ren so cooperate.

He called the King's Guard and sent Ren to the best hotel in Lava Castle, a magnificent building not far from the King's Palace.

Before leaving the chamber, Ren glanced at Thorgreen.

The highest-ranking and most powerful King of the High Mountain remained silent most of the time today, and he didn't say a word after he came in. The Eye of Soul saw a gloom in his heart, as if he was worried about something, and was not as happy as King Magna.

Ren shook his head secretly, hoping that there would be no more waves.

Rest for half a day.

That night, Ren was invited to the Dwarf Palace in Lava Castle, and Magna held a grand banquet for him, and all three kings attended. The upper-level figures of Lava Castle, guild leaders, rune masters, and dignitaries were also invited to attend.

Dwarf banquets are very different from human banquets.

To describe it in one word, it is boldness!

The dwarf banquet has only one theme: drinking. Barrels of fine wine were brought up, and everyone was holding a metal wine glass as big as their head, accompanied by all kinds of beast meat roasted to golden brown, drinking and eating meat, and the interior of the palace was filled with the smell of wine.

Some dwarves got drunk and couldn't help singing and dancing.

There are also some dwarves who are brave and fierce, because of disputes over the amount of alcohol in the competition, they simply take off their clothes and armor to fight hand-to-hand and speak with their fists.

The winner won the applause, and the loser could only drown in depression and drink.

Ren was also infected by this atmosphere. Under the warm invitation of the dwarves, he drank a few big glasses of wine, watched a few battles, and let his mind go blank. He temporarily put everything aside and felt a long-lost relaxation.

Because he has the will of truth, he will never get drunk, only a little drunk.

"Your Excellency the Count."

The King of Lone Peak, Dan Tie, came over with a glass of wine, touched Ren, raised his head and drank it, the wine dripped down from his black beard, and he didn't care if he got a lot of wetness on his chest.

He pointed to the Ultramarines standing around the palace and said, "Will your barbarian warriors not join in?"

The two teams of Ultramarines stood there motionless like statues.

From the beginning of the banquet, dwarves have been inviting them to drink and eat meat, but the Ultramarines did not respond, so the dwarves could only give up.

Now Dan Iron Hand has come to invite again, obviously not giving up.

Ren raised his glass in return, seeing that Dan was not malicious, and that the Ultramarines had stood for two or three hours, so it was time to take a break. The character of the Macragge is actually similar to that of the dwarves.

"I thank His Majesty Dan for his generosity on behalf of the Ultramarines." Ren waved his hand over there.

The Ultramarines were ordered.

One team continued to stand guard, the other team joined the banquet, and then rotated. Twelve Ultramarines walked into the banquet, bolting their bolt guns to their waists and taking off their helmets.

The dwarves all stopped and finally saw the appearance of the Ultramarines.

"It turned out to be a barbarian!"

"It looks like a Macragge barbarian. I've seen it before." A dwarf said in surprise, "But how come they've grown so much, they're almost twice as tall as me!"

After a while of surprise, the dwarves gathered around Zhan Zhan, desperately trying to persuade him to drink.

The barbarians did not refuse, and they soon became one.

"Let's fight!"

After a few glasses of beer, a dwarf immediately challenged the Ultramarines. The fighting that the dwarves said, can't use spells, no combat skills, take off weapons and armor and only fight with pure physical strength, but you can use melee skills.

The challenged Ultramarine looked at the Primarch, and Ren nodded slightly in agreement.

"it is good!"

The Ultramarines responded loudly and stood up.

He is one of the two captains who led the team this time. His name is "Ubman". He is one of the thirteen extreme fighters who followed Renn first. His qualifications and strength are first-class among the extreme fighters, so he was attacked by the Thunder. En was appointed captain.

Ubuman took off his heavy armor and gave it to his teammates.

When only a pair of tough trousers were left on his body, exploding strong muscles, his chest was as broad as a wall, his limbs were like pillars, and his skin reflected a strange luster like metal, as if his whole body was made of metal, one could tell that he was full of terrifying power.

When the dwarves saw Ubman's body, they couldn't help taking a deep breath.

The faces of the three kings also changed slightly.

They are the kings of the hill, their eyesight and experience are far beyond ordinary people, and they immediately perceive the terrifying aspects of Ultramarines, and they are by no means comparable to ordinary legendary dwarf warriors.

Ubman walked to the middle of the banquet hall.

His opponent was a legendary first-level Wildhammer fighter who was half drunk, but when he saw Ubman's size, he instantly sobered up and regretted it in his heart.

However, the dwarf's pride would not allow him to throw in the towel.

"start!"

With a shout, the Wildhammer warrior roared, waving and charging towards the opponent.

boom!

The dwarf flew back at a faster speed, knocking down a large crowd of onlookers, tables and chairs, and all of a sudden, everyone turned on their backs and became a mess.

Ubuman stood on the field and withdrew his fist.

He ended the fight with just one punch.

Although the dwarves watching the battle had expected this result, they still felt unbelievable to see Ubman win so easily. The Wildhammer fighter rolled over and got up, blood spitting out of his mouth, and shouted: "I give up! Mahal is on top, this guy is too hard..."

Ubuman took advantage of the drink, looked around, and said loudly, "Who is it?"

The banquet hall was quiet for a few seconds.

"I'll challenge you!"

A legendary middle-level dwarf took off his armor, stepped forward bravely, and was sent flying with another punch. Before he was defeated, he hit Ubman in the waist, leaving only a faint fist mark, and the dwarves watched the fist mark disappear in a few breaths.

"I'll try..." Another dwarf challenged.

Ubman refused to come, and beat his opponents one by one, basically ending with one punch.

This made the dwarves a little disbelieving, and finally a legendary high-level dwarf made a move and tied with Ubman. Ubuman was instructed by Ren to end the stage through this step.

clap clap clap...

There was thunderous applause in the banquet hall, and Ubman was recognized by the dwarves.

Dan Tiehand watched Ubud's slow battle intently the whole time, until Ubudman put on his armor again, and he looked back.

"Your Excellency Count." Dan's eyes were full of curiosity, looking at Ren, who was sitting like a mountain, he couldn't help but ask: "How did the Ultramarines train? Every Ultramarine under your command has such a powerful strength?"

Ren smiled without saying a word.

The Ultramarines are their own symbiotes. The stronger the primarch, the stronger the symbiote will follow.

After they entered the legend, the power increase from the Primarch became smaller and smaller, and the promotion became more and more difficult. At present, only the captain-level Ultramarines have reached the intermediate level of the legend, and the rest are still the initial level of the legend.

However, even if the increase was reduced, the Primarch would not be too strong.

Ren has fourteenth-level strength, a titanium body, and six thunderbolts, all of which were inherited by the Ultramarines.

Even a small part is enough to create a powerful Ultramarine. Most of the more than 20 Ultramarine captains and company commanders reached the legendary middle rank and possessed eleventh-level strength. Ordinary Ultramarines also had tenth-level strength, and their defense was comparable to that of a third-level steel body.

Ubman is one of them. His strength is only one level away from the legendary element, and his defense is terrifyingly strong. Those dwarf warriors are naturally no opponents.

To knock down one with one punch, it's still merciful.

Seeing that Ren refused to speak, Dan Iron Hand was useless no matter how curious he was, he only had to write the word envy on his face. Dwarves are not afraid of challenges. Even though they know they are not the opponents of Ultramarines, they are still eager to try, but they change their goals and challenge other Ultramarines.

In the end, the result is more losers and less wins.

The strength of ordinary extreme fighters is only slightly worse than that of Ubman, and they have a huge advantage in fighting with meat, and they can easily defeat the legendary mid-level dwarf warriors.

However, the dwarves fought more and more bravely, and they were defeated and fought again and again, and they were not at all discouraged and afraid of fighting.

Ren admired the courage of the dwarves.

The banquet didn't end until late at night, and the two sides had already hit it off.

The next morning, Ren entered the chamber again, and King Magna handed in a contract written in both Dwarven and Imperial languages. He read it many times, the terms were exactly the same as those negotiated yesterday, and there were no loopholes in the terms, so he nodded to confirm.

"We will hold the signing ceremony right away, what do you think, Your Excellency Count?" Magna asked.

"Can."

At noon, in the king's palace in Lava Castle, many dwarves gathered together.

Accompanied by King Magna, Ren entered the palace through the main entrance and saw many dwarves with white and black beards.

The dwarf clans of the three kingdoms have obvious differences in appearance. The biggest feature is the color of the beard and hair. The beards of the dwarves in the kingdom of the highest mountains are mainly white, and some are gray; the dwarves of the single peak kingdom are mostly black; the beards of the dwarves in the Lava Castle are more messy, fire red, brown, bronze and so on.

In addition, the beard decorations of different dwarven clans are also different.

Ren's gaze swept across the dwarves sitting on both sides of the palace. They sat on a row of stone chairs, with their backs against the stone statues of the dwarf heroes.

These hundreds of dwarves are almost all legendary, and 70% of them are warriors, iron shield guards, wildhammer warriors and the most powerful butchers.

The remaining 30% are mages, priests, hunters and musketeers.

Among them are several powerful kings of the hill!

All the dwarves' eyes were focused on Ren. With so many legends, even Ren felt a little pressure. He keenly sensed a very hidden hostility, immediately opened the eyes of the soul, and found the source of the hostility.

It was a strong dwarf with a steely gray beard.

He was about three hundred years old, and he was wearing an exquisite and heavy armor, exuding a huge thunder and lightning rune breath. Sitting there was like a mountain, and the dwarves around him were faintly in awe of him, and subconsciously stayed away.

The dwarf did not wear a helmet, showing a rough face, with a hint of fanaticism in his calmness.

When Ren looked over, the dwarf stared at him for a few seconds before turning his head expressionlessly, looking at Thorgrin sitting on the throne, the color of his soul changed rapidly.

Without any introduction, Ren knew that this was Kstarkin* Ironbeard, and this guy actually came.

He couldn't help thinking that today's signing ceremony might not go well.

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