Warhammer Wizard

Zoltan's residence is on the second floor of the Lava Fort.

The journey from the fourth floor to the second floor is not short, and along the way, Ren and the extreme warriors have become the focus of the dwarves. After finally getting to Zoltan's house, closing the door and blocking the eyes of the neighbors, Zoltan breathed a sigh of relief.

Ren looked around, Zoltan's residence was very spacious, more than enough for the dwarves to live in, but after the 24 extreme warriors poured in, it seemed a little crowded.

"You wait outside." Ren ordered.

He followed Zoltan into the house. The layout of the room was similar to that of the Basil Hotel in Longshande. It was simple and low-key. Zoltan lived alone in Nuoda's house. Packed very clean.

This reminded Ren of the days he spent at the Basil Hotel a few years ago, and he suddenly missed it.

"Come and sit down."

Zoltan greeted with a smile.

There was a counter in the room, similar in style to the Basil Hotel, with tall wooden wine barrels on the wall behind the counter.

The All-Seeing Eye penetrated the barrel and found it was full of liquor.

"Are these wines you brewed yourself?" Ren was surprised.

"Of course." Zoltan opened the valve of the wine barrel, quickly poured out two glasses of wine, pushed one of them in front of Ren, and said with a smile: "This is the purest lava castle black beer, using the best quality beer. Brewed from rye, try it."

Ren smiled knowingly.

When I went to the Basil Hotel on the first day, I bought a beer from Zoltan with a copper risso, and asked him if it was real wine, only to get a dry laugh.

The two picked up the wine glasses, touched them lightly, and took a swig.

After a few grunts, the wine glass in Ren's hand bottomed out. He put down the glass, burped comfortably, and exclaimed, "As expected of the best dark beer in the world, it's much better than the fake wine you sold me."

"Hahaha……"

Zoltan burst out laughing, laughing off the foam on his beard, and asked happily, "Have another drink?"

"No need." Ren shook his head. Now is not the time to drink freely.

Seeing his serious face, the dwarf put down his glass too.

Ren took the initiative to tell the content of the discussions with the three dwarf kings just now. These are all things that only the top level of the dwarf kingdom knew. Zoltan had just arrived in the legend, and his status in the clan was not high enough. If it weren't for being friends with Ren, he would not even be eligible to participate in this matter.

However, Zoltan as a dwarf must know more than outsiders, and maybe he can get useful information from him.

So Ren didn't make a decision right away.

"Zoltan," Ren observed that the dwarf's mood changed greatly, and said softly: "We are friends, we will not embarrass you, and we will not ask you to betray the Kingdom of Lava Castle. If you can't say something, you can keep it. silence."

Zoltan nodded, then shook his head again.

"I didn't have access to the kingdom's top secrets either. There's nothing to be ashamed of. If you're afraid of my leaking, His Majesty Magna won't allow you to have private contact with me." It seems a little funny, "I'm still considering those conditions that the three kings put forward."

"What's the result?" Ren asked.

"Not for now." Zoltan shrugged and asked curiously, "Will you accept a dwarf zone in Gotham City?"

Ren shook his head: "If a dwarf wants to become a legal resident, of course I will not refuse, but I will never allow a dwarf to have powers outside the law. There is no room for negotiation on this."

Don't even think about extraterritoriality.

Once this head is opened, it will be difficult to take it back later.

What if the elves wanted too? If the elves and the dwarves clashed, fought in their own city, and violated the law, what should they do?

It is foreseeable that the inhabitants of Gotham City will be dominated by humans in the future. How will humans view the privilege of dwarves? The seeds of racial division have been planted from the beginning, and the city cannot go far. Therefore, nip it in the bud in the first place.

All in all, Gotham City doesn't allow something as awesome as extraterritoriality!

The whole city can only have one voice, one will.

That's my voice, my voice!

"I knew that you wouldn't agree with your character." Zoltan sighed, "If you don't accept this condition, I'm afraid it will be difficult to reach an agreement with the three kings."

"Why?" Ren's eyes flashed.

Zoltan didn't explain immediately, but instead asked: "Ren, what is the strongest feeling you have on your way from the King's Palace to my house?"

Ren thought for a while and replied, "Crowded."

The large number of dwarves makes the lava castle very crowded.

The underground fortress is generally divided into ten layers. The top five layers are residential areas. Each layer is composed of multiple huge caves, and there are always excavations and expansions, but it is still not enough. Every cave, every street, every stone floor was filled with dwarves.

Especially on the third and second floors, the population density is so large that Rein reminded him of the train stations in first-tier cities in his previous life.

As he and the Ultramarines passed by, the dwarves onlookers blocked the street.

If it weren't for the fact that King Magna sent an **** to open the way, he might have only gone halfway, or even been blocked.

Wren had heard this from Bremet before.

Seeing with my own eyes today, the number of dwarves that the fortress can hold has reached its limit. The lifespan of ordinary dwarves reaches 400 years, which intensifies the pressure of population explosion. If they cannot expand externally and obtain territorial resources, a terrible disaster will occur sooner or later.

"You really saw it."

Zoltan sighed, with a sad face on his face, and said solemnly: "The population of Lava Castle has exceeded 600,000, surpassing the peak of the Third Era, and it is growing every year."

"Since more than 100 years ago, many newly born clansmen have not been trained and lacked weapons and equipment. No matter how many clansmen without combat effectiveness, it is useless, but a drag."

"The most frightening thing is that in a few years, there may not be enough food."

"The four floors below the lava castle have been expanding, and they are all planted with mushrooms and rye, but they still can't keep up with the population growth rate. There are too many clansmen to feed."

"The situation is similar between the highest mountain and the single peak."

"Several His Majesties have proposed to move some of the clansmen to Mithril Palace and the Nine Peaks Valley, but the area of ​​those two underground fortresses is relatively small, far inferior to the three major kingdoms, and cannot accept many clansmen. Moreover, the two kings I'm also wary, unwilling to accept too many people..."

"If there is no solution, the three kingdoms of dwarves are likely to collapse."

"This is the most troublesome problem for the three kings at present, but the life of the clansmen is too comfortable, there is no crisis, and they keep giving birth to children, alas..."

Zoltan's face was full of worry, and he drank half a glass of stout in one breath.

He was about to continue speaking, but when he saw Ren's hesitant expression, he asked, "What do you want to say?"

You need a family planning policy.

Ren answered in his heart, but didn't say it.

Family planning is obviously unworkable among the dwarves. The dwarf kings do not have such great courage and determination, nor such a strong ability to implement them. Considering that the resistance of the people may threaten their own kingship, the kings will never adopt it.

Moreover, the crisis of the dwarves may be their own opportunity, and there is no need to help them.

"Nothing." Ren shook his head.

Zoltan pressed his doubts and continued: "To solve the problem of too many people, the solution is actually very simple. This is what the ancestors did, that is, to get out of the fortress, get more territory, and raise fewer people in more tribes. ."

"But it's not the Third Era, when dragons and giants declined, and most of the Old World was wild."

"Today, humans are the masters of the Old World."

Ren said, sure enough, he guessed it right, and said, "So the three kings are going to open up a new continent?"

"It's not a development, it's a recovery." Zoltan corrected: "Half of the New World originally belonged to the dwarves. From the west coast to the foot of the Chikros Mountains, it belongs to the territory of the dwarves."

"Ha ha……"

Ren smiled noncommittally, tell the abyss about this.

"This is not what I said, but the original words of some dwarves. They have never walked out of the underground fortress in their lives, immersed in the glory of their ancestors, they don't know much about the outside world, and they are already out of reality." Zoltan quickly followed. This idea separates the relationship.

"Even if the western part of the New World belongs to the dwarves, the Shield Island is on the east coast, so it has nothing to do with the dwarves, right?" Ren pointed out a key loophole.

Zoltan smiled wryly, unable to answer.

"The three dwarf kings also have this idea?" Ren asked again.

"Probably not." Zoltan's tone was not quite sure. "I have more contact with His Majesty Magna. He is a wise and wise king, and he is also very pragmatic. You can rest assured. But the other two kings, I can't guarantee it."

Ren has already understood.

In order to solve the population crisis, the three kings set their sights on the New World. Maybe they originally had ideas, but they were more than enough, and their city-building plan on Shield Island allowed them to see an opportunity.

If we can "recover" the New World, not only will the population crisis be resolved, but the glory of our ancestors will be revived.

But with the strength of the dwarves themselves, it is definitely not possible.

All the dwarves in the world's mountains add up to less than three million, and there are only a few million people. If they want to conquer the new continent, it is no more than a cockroach shaking a tree.

Even Ren himself just wanted to build a city for the time being.

How to open up the new continent in the future, he has no specific plan, but no matter what, he will not open the support of the empire. Without the backing of the entire Oriente Empire, Gotham City's power is limited to the Shield Island and Abraken areas at most, and it is impossible to expand much territory.

The intention of the dwarf king is obvious. Taking Gotham City as a springboard, he will first gain a firm foothold in the New World, and then start a plan to "recover" the New World step by step.

Of course, it would be better to have direct control over a portion of Gotham City.

Of course Ren will not let the dwarves wish.

He would never allow the dwarves to turn against the customers, and he invested countless funds and strengths to build the city, and in the end, the dwarves were cheap. Moreover, he has greater ambitions for the New World. If he agrees to the conditions of the dwarves, it means that he has cultivated a powerful opponent for himself.

Ren thought for a while, and drew a bottom line in his heart.

Then he asked, "What is the situation with that king of the hill?"

"I guess the commander appointed by the three kings is Kostarkin," Zoltan replied: "Kstarkin was originally one of the most powerful warriors among the dwarves, and he is also a talisman with superb forging skills. Lord Wen, his status is no less than that of a king."

"Two years ago, Kosta King Kong was promoted to the king of the hill, and his promotion also has a certain relationship with us."

There was a hint of surprise on Ren's face.

He had never heard the name of the king of the hill, how could he be related?

Zoltan lowered his voice and explained: "Four years ago, we entered Ironbeard Fortress together and got back the rune knowledge of the Third Era. I shared it with the rune craftsmen in the clan, K. Starkin got it too. Inspired by this knowledge of the runes, he improved his forging skills, made a breakthrough in forging an epic battle axe, and became King of the Hill."

"It's such a coincidence!" Ren had a sense of fate.

A king of the hills and rune lord, who is on an equal footing with the king among the dwarves, how could Thorgreen be so disgusted by such a powerful figure now?

Even at the expense of sending Kostarkin to the New World.

Any rune lord is the most precious wealth to the dwarves, and he will never let the rune lord take risks easily, and he can send other kings of the hill completely.

"Kstarkin is not liked by the king?" Ren asked directly.

"Yes." Zoltan's face was a little strange, "Lord Kstarkin lives in the Kingdom of the High Mountains and was originally a member of the Longbeard Clan, but after being promoted to the King of the Hill, he announced that he had left the Longbeard Clan, Change her surname to Tieshu."

Ironbeard clan!

Ren was shocked. This is the greatest clan in the history of the dwarves. Many supreme kings have been born, and the hammer of Thor, the treasure of the town clan, has been forged, but now it is close to decline. Zoltan said before that there are only a few dozen people left in the Ironbeard clan, and the dwarves of the Copper Ring clan attached to the Lava Castle ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ attach great importance to the continuation of the bloodline and cannot change their surnames arbitrarily.

Ren said strangely: "Why can Kstarkin change his surname?"

"Because he is the blood of the Ironbeard clan." Zoltan sighed: "He inherited the book of hatred of the Ironbeard clan, which records the ancestors of the past 10,000 years. His grandmother is From the Ironbeard clan."

The book of hatred of the dwarves is equivalent to a genealogy, and Kostarkin can take it out, which is enough to prove his identity.

However, his move clearly meant something else.

The Ironbeard clan ruled the High Mountain Kingdom in the Third Era for 5,400 years, most of which ruled the entire dwarf clan. If it did not perish, it would be the greatest clan of the dwarves.

Kostarkin intends to revive the Ironbeard clan, which is a rebellion in the eyes of the current King of the High Mountain, a thorn in the eye, a thorn in the flesh, and he wants to get rid of it!