Lord of the North

"this……"

Yatlin was a little hesitant. Although the dwarves have a bad temper, they are a very hospitable race, and they are also very straightforward.

It really made him feel a little sorry to let Beowulf and the others wait in this icy world, but Bronzebeard Castle can't bring outsiders in without the king's permission.

"If the time you come and go is not long, we can wait here for a while. After all, whether this transaction can be successful is of great importance to me." Beowulf continued.

"It's not a long time, but you may have to wait here for another night." Yatlin nodded and said apologetically.

"It's okay, we're waiting for your good news here, and these spirits are my presents to you."

Beowulf quickly replied, no matter what, it is really important for Iron Fang to get the help of the dwarves.

Now is not the time when hundreds of races were rampant like in ancient times.

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards behind him immediately understood and took off the wine pouches around their waists one after another. As long as they hadn't been drunk, they were handed to the forty dwarves.

Under Jason's special treatment, they will not be short of spirits, whether they are used to keep warm or treat wounds.

But these dwarves were different. Their eyes were straightened when they saw this scene, but except for Saier, the other dwarves were a little hesitant. Instead of reaching out to take the wine bag, they looked at Aya. Tring.

As for Saier, he laughed, patted the guard on the shoulder, and said that you will be my friend of Saier, then pulled out the cork and took a sip of wine.

It's just that the alcohol content of this distilled wine is a bit high, and he choked on the first sip.

"Cough cough cough! Good... good wine!"

Purcell blushed and yelled in embarrassment, which was followed by the kind laughter of many dwarves.

It's just that with him taking the lead, the remaining dwarves let go of their restraint, took the wine bags in the hands of the guards one after another, thanked them, and pulled out the cork to take a sip.

Expressing that he is very satisfied with this gift, he has to say that the customs of the dwarves are really rough, which makes those nobles see it and they will probably laugh at the vulgarity.

Because the etiquette of the human nobles actually evolved from the elves.

"By the way, my friend, you said just now that there is one of our compatriots in your fortress?"

Yatlin looked helplessly at his young juniors, then took a sip from the wine bag, and couldn't help but his eyes lit up. He had lived for more than a hundred years, and it was the first time he drank so much. wine.

The lifespan of dwarves is generally about two hundred years, and those who are strong are not counted in it.

The normal lifespan of human beings is about ninety years old, but because of wars and sanitary conditions, their average life expectancy is generally around forty or fifty years old.

Fortunately, compared with other races, the reproduction speed of human beings is really scary, so they are still the most numerous races on the continent.

"Yes, his name is Rodney Steelhammer, but the strange thing is that he is a little taller than me."

Beowulf hastened to explain that he was afraid that the dwarves would think Rodney was a fake and would resent them because of this.

But what he didn't expect was that Yatlin had a lot of pupils, but he didn't continue to say anything on this topic. He told Saier and the others to entertain Beowulf and the others, and then left in a hurry with a few dwarf warriors. here.

It's just that Beowulf saw all his expression and eyes just now, and then he silently remembered this in his heart.

His intuition told him that Rodney seemed to have a different meaning to these dwarves, so he regretted telling this matter.

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On the other side, the dwarf elder Yatlin led a few dwarf warriors to run in the snow in a hurry.

That evening they came near a small hill.

They first looked around vigilantly, and then came to a boulder and tapped it lightly a few times according to a pattern.

Soon the huge boulder was rumbled away, revealing a hole with a height of one person. Inside, there were two dwarf warriors watching out of the hole vigilantly. They were relieved only after seeing that it was Yatlin and the others.

"Elder Yatlin, why are you back?" One of the strong dwarves who looked like the team leader asked with some doubts, shouldn't they be guarding the forbidden area at this time? It's not time to change shifts yet.

Could it be that there was an accident in the forbidden area? Thinking of this, his expression changed. He didn't know exactly what was in the forbidden area, but he had grown up listening to the importance of the forbidden area since he was a child.

That's why the Bronzebeards exist.

"I have something urgent to see the king."

Yatlin didn't have the heart to argue with him, but directly took two wine bags from his waist and threw them to him, then hurriedly walked down the cave.

Only one dwarf warrior was left to explain to them why he came back suddenly. The gatekeepers should not be fooled casually, even though they are young and their status in the clan is not high, but the two gatekeepers of each generation are The top ten masters in the Bronzebeard tribe.

Yatlin, the elder of the dwarves, and the master in charge of guarding the forbidden area, did not dare to say that he could beat one of them.

In fact, the lowest strength among the ten elders in the Bronzebeard tribe is at the level of the great knight, and Yatlin's strength is the peak of the great knight.

The strength of the Great Elder and the King is very close to Beowulf.

Seeing Yatlin's hurried back, the gatekeeper didn't ask any more questions, but picked up the wine bag in his hand suspiciously, and a strong aroma of wine floated into his nose.

Their eyes widened in an instant.

"You mean, those humans want to use this spirit to make a deal with our Bronzebeard tribe?"

In the royal palace of Bronzebeard Castle, the king of Bronzebeard Castle and ten elders gathered here, and each of them had a wine bag in front of them.

"Yes, Wang." Yatlin nodded quickly.

"Did he say what the specific deal is?" The dwarf king in golden armor stroked his beard and asked with some interest.

"this……"

Yatlin's expression was a little embarrassed. He was really impatient at the time, so he forgot.

The great elder sitting on the other side shook his head speechlessly. He was used to his brother's rough lines, so he looked at the king sitting on the throne and said, "My king, since they can bring out strong wine Making a deal with us, does it mean that they can also come up with food to make a deal with us?"

After his words fell, the dwarf king sitting on the throne couldn't help but tighten his precious beard.