Proof of the Sun King

Ryan frowned, his warhammer was also broken, and he also needed a new weapon. The Nemesis is a half-handed sword, which is often not suitable for facing heavily armored enemies, and he also needs a new warhammer.

"That's the master rune lord of Karaz-a-Karak, Clark-Grim." Deron pushed the blueprint back to Ryan and Angron: "If it's him, he can definitely make it."

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

"It's very difficult, Clark-Grim is the dwarf rune lord and the president of the Dwarf Rune Artisan Association. He is over a thousand years old this year, and has not been down the mountain for more than 500 years." Dwarf engineer Dugan- Tie Han was drinking mushroom soup, and said inarticulately: "He is so stubborn that he can't bear it, can you come up with something to let him go down the mountain?"

"Is this blueprint not good?" Ryan pointed to the blueprint on the table: "We are willing to share the technology of making this weapon with our dwarf friends for free."

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

In other words, dwarves still need wages to work.

Ryan and Angron looked at each other, fortunately they were already prepared.

"Ding~" Angron grabbed a large cloth bag and put it on the table.

It is full of golden pledge gold, and it looks like there are a hundred or two hundred!

"Enough?" Angron asked tentatively.

"...Mr. Angron, where did you get so much pledge money?" Deron and Dugan both opened their mouths.

"Picked it up, Ryan went on an expedition, and I cleaned the gray mountains." Angron took out the heads of several green-skin warlords.

"...Mr. Angron, I think if you were here, the Eight Peaks Mountain would not have fallen." Dugan seemed to remember something sad, he sipped Bagman beer and said indistinctly: "Your brothers It's a needle dripping beer~ Lord Ryan killed Khorne's God's Choice champion Aegir, shocking the old world, Mr. Angron, you can easily kill the green-skin warlord, I have been thinking about who your father is. ?"

"Haha~ If there are so many pledge gold, it should be enough, right?" Angron did not answer the dwarf's question, he only focused on his axe.

"Enough, if there is so much, Master Clark will definitely go down the mountain. Guys with long beards know that Master Clark is famous for being stubborn. He will never go down the mountain if he is stubborn without sufficient conditions, but his stubbornness is enough to make him Immediately go down the mountain after seeing these things." Deron saw that Angron didn't want to talk, and the dwarf rune craftsman took over: "It's really yours, Mr. Angron, don't worry, if Master Clark makes a move, you want what you want. The weapon must be ready."

"Very good!" Angron finally nodded with satisfaction: "Then please let me know."

After the negotiation, several people relaxed and continued to drink. Angron obviously prefers Kislev's spirits and dwarf dark beer in the choice of alcohol, so Bagman beer is very suitable for his taste, Angron even After spending money to buy several buckets and drinking it slowly, the World Eater Gene Primarch sacked several green-skin fortresses in a row, accumulating amazing wealth, and Ryan sometimes wondered if Angron was richer than himself.

"It's not as easy to make money as it is to grab it." These are Angron's original words: "If you want money, find me, brother."

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

Emilia couldn't take it anymore. This year, the little maid in her early twenties took a small sip, and her beautiful and moving face wrinkled. Although the Bagman beer is refreshing, it has a high concentration. Emilia is obviously I'm not used to drinking.

"Amelia, can't you drink?" Ryan took Emilia's little hand with a smile: "If you can't drink, you don't need to drink."

"Well~ I'm sorry, I can't eat it." Emilia wore a silky bright and transparent princess skirt and a goose yellow chiffon shirt today. The girl tied her long golden hair into a beautiful princess hair. Jessica, she was happy to follow Ryan alone, but now she is really not used to drinking this kind of beer and eating dwarves' food.

"It's okay, Miss Emilia." Ryan wanted to say something, and Deron laughed: "You're not used to it, I'll ask the bartender to pour some butter beer and tell him to put less salt in the food."

"No, it doesn't matter." Ryan shook his head. He took Emilia's hand and took out a bottle of wood elf fruit wine and wood elf jam bread: "Emilia, eat this."

"Yeah! Ryan, thank you!" Emilia was very happy, the girl sipped very elegantly, maintaining aristocratic etiquette, which was a bit out of place in a dwarf bar, Dugan laughed repeatedly: "It's pointy ears. Stuff? This reminds me of the story in the history books, that is, the Battle of Longbeard... You humans record this way, we prefer to call it the Battle of Vengeance. In short, before this war, when elves and dwarves were still allies, The elf ambassador at that time brought a barrel of the highest elven wine to the peak of eternity and dedicated it to the High King, representing mutual friendship, and His Majesty the High King gave the ambassador the highest dwarf stout."

"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 for us dwarves to drink, and the High King used an axe to split the barrel of wine. The action made the elf ambassador feel unpleasant, and then the Supreme King held back his nausea and pinched his nose and forcibly swallowed the acid water."

"Similarly, the dark beer we brewed is unbearable for the elf. The elf spit it out in the middle of drinking, and finally drank the stout. Someone saw the elf in the patio behind the guest room. I vomited for a long time, oh, yes, I remembered that the ambassador was the son of the first Phoenix King, and the Witch King Malekith who later split the elves."

"Hahaha~" The whole dwarf bar laughed loudly: "So, human friends can understand us!"

Ryan and others also laughed. Indeed, whether it is dwarf food or elves' wine, both are 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 your clan's name is very similar to your brother's name? Can you tell your story?" Ryan tried to ask about the past, but he was actually right Dugan and the story he brought the group of dwarves were intrigued by.

"Yes, our clan's name is the Angronde clan, which is indeed very similar to Mr. Angron's name." Dugan thought for a while and felt that he had 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 Old Sage created the world, the race that was created after the elves was the dwarves. At that time, under the leadership of the three ancestors of Granny, Grimnir, and Valaya, the dwarves had It took root in the Roof Mountains of the world and established its own civilization, and Karak-Eight Peaks is the first city of the dwarves. The establishment of this city is even compared to the ancestral capital of the dwarves, Karaz-a-Karak. That is, the establishment of the peak of eternity in your mouth is still earlier."

"Eight Peaks Mountain was once the second largest city of the dwarves after the Eternal Peak. The ancestors created an incomparably brilliant civilization there. At that time, everyone believed that it was protected by eight mountain peaks and had as many as a dozen defensive bunkers. And the Eight Peaks Mountain in the city wall will not fall... Until more than 2,000 years ago, that time that our clan cannot forget."

After Dugan finished speaking, he paused, he seemed to be enduring something, a strong feeling was about to burst out, he tried to speak, but his mouth opened, and finally continued the story: "But the Eight Peaks Mountain Facing a problem, that is, our underground mines and leylines are too complicated. After thousands of years of development, even the master rune craftsman with the longest beard cannot remember hundreds of messy leylines. Where will it lead, just like this, in an accident, the miners dug through the leyline network to the Skaven Demon Mouse Empire."

"We fought hard, eliminated the hordes of Demon Rats, and successfully controlled the Demon Rats' siege of the city, but soon after, the Eight Peaks Mountain was attacked by a large group of greenskins, and the dwarves had to face both the Skaven and the Greenskins. Offensive, under the two-sided battle, the ancestors gradually lost their strength. Even so, we persisted for more than a hundred years. Finally, we sealed the sacred temple and treasure in the depths of the mountain..."

Dugan didn't say anything later, but Ryan knew that the Eight Peaks Mountain had fallen: "So your clan is scattered?"

"No, at that time, about 100,000 dwarves were withdrawn from the Eight Peaks Mountain and formed our Angronde clan. For the next two thousand years, our Angronde clan wandered in the mountains like this, losing all the honor of the clan. Bringing their relatives into exile and begging for work, trying their best to regain the Eight Peaks Mountain." Dugan sighed and shook his head: "Every generation of kings of the Angronde clan has vowed to recover the Eight Peaks Mountain and restore the glory of the ancestors, but they have nothing to do with it. All doubts have failed, and the population of the clan has been dwindling, and by the time Bellegar becomes king of the clan of Angland three hundred years ago, we will probably still have thirty thousand of them."

"Bellegar-Hammer, I've heard his name," Angron said.

"Well, our king, Belgar-Hammer." Dugan-Tiehan nodded: "From eighty years ago to the present, Belgar has organized two expeditions, and the second expedition even got the help of the Supreme King. , but we are left with only bad news. Not long ago, Belgar launched his third expedition. He gathered a large number of kingdom refugees and other kingdom warriors to form an expedition force of about 8,000 people. Bafengshan is tired of me and the clansmen who came to your territory don't want to do that kind of useless effort, I mean... if I can recover Bafengshan, then I will do it, but these existing armies can't succeed The... Your Excellency Ryan, do you understand what I mean?"

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

Can he do something?

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What no one knows is that while the Angrond clan is chatting in the Beard Tavern, it is located in the south of the empire, beyond the border princes, and the famous dwarven city of Sebarak-Sea Gate.

It was a bad place.

The Badlands is a broad term for a vast, barren and desolate region of arid plains and searing deserts between the towering World's Edge Mountains and the coast of Black Bay, the southernmost tip of the Old World. This is the largest active greenskin area besides the black land, and there are also many relics of lost civilizations.

If you venture into badlands, you must defend your life with the sword in your hand. Safe travel is impossible here, even those brigades with heavy armour escorts cannot guarantee safety, and this cruel barren area has no inhabitants Settled, there is no source of food, and even the water source is severely polluted, and any army trying to enter this terrible land will suffer staggering losses.

However, there are still many human and dwarf expeditions eager to explore the badlands, because there used to be a brilliant civilization here. The Kingdom of Strig, one of the five vampire families, once established a splendid civilization here. In the golden age, there were also countless dwarven fortresses here, and countless treasures and wealth of the past were waiting for the latecomers.

Five or six thousand years ago, the golden age of dwarves once multiplied and built fortresses at the southern end of the World Roof Mountains in the Badlands. Now, these fortresses have fallen under the hands of the greenskins. Many dwarven expeditions have tried to recover the dwarven fortresses, but There are many failures~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and few successes. Even if the greenskins can be expelled temporarily, these creatures will soon return and launch a fierce siege of the dwarves.

And now, a new army of dwarves stretches out, marching across the wasteland.

This army consists of a team of hammer warriors, a team of bearded warriors, several teams of dwarf rangers and a large group of dwarf miners, dwarven warriors, and of course, groups of dwarven crossbowmen and dwarven musketeers, as well as the most proud cannons of the dwarves.

More than eight thousand dwarven armies spread across the wilderness, advancing slowly but firmly, and not far away, surrounded by clouds and mountains, the road to Karak-Eight Peaks was open.

Wearing blue dwarf-enchanted vibranium plate armor, holding the Hammer of Angrond, and holding the shield of resistance, the leader of the Angrond clan, the self-proclaimed King of the Eight Peaks, Belgar-Hammer is standing at the ancestor's. On the rune stone, delivering his speech to the army of dwarves, he struck his shield with a hammer.

"Clang~"

"Dwarven brothers, refugees of the Angrond clan, warriors of other dwarven kingdoms!"

"Damn greenskins and ratmen, these evil creatures have destroyed our homeland and turned our people into refugees! But they cannot destroy our will!"

"All the suffering we endure makes us stronger, stronger, stronger, and in the name of Granny and Valaya, we are back at the foot of Karak-Eight Peaks again!"

"In the two thousand years of war, we have lost many relatives and friends! We have lost countless brothers and sisters on two expeditions!"

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

"Now! Let's take back everything we've lost, and the lands of our ancestors!"

"The third Bafengshan expedition has begun!"