Your war hammer is too fake

"Yes, sir." The Asur noble gracefully bent down and touched his chest, then turned and left this room, which was considered luxurious in the eyes of the locals.

[The number of online war scriptures has reached 3, the prerequisites have been met, and the chat group is being activated...]

"What the fuck is this?!" Dustan's hand trembled as he was about to pour himself a glass of red wine, and the crystal wine glass fell to the ground with a "bang" and shattered.

"...Sir?" The two silver-helmeted knights standing guard outside the door rushed into the room with their swords drawn.

"It's alright," the wizard waved his hand, "Go and do your thing."

[The chat group has been activated and the group chat module is online. Please refer to the instructions for related functions. ]

"What the hell is this..." The wizard scratched his head, "Wait, isn't this a penguin?"

……

At the same time, above the mountains on the edge of the southern world.

"A certain Antarctic beast known for its Sharingan actually has a day when he is copied by someone," An Jiyue touched his smooth and delicate chin, "Let me see how to use this thing... Well, can I just use my mind to operate it directly?"

[Group leader #Anjiyue: Crooked? Moximoxi? ]

[Dustan o Falcon: ←_←Dog group leader, what new tricks have you come up with? 】

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Don’t look at me, I don’t know what’s going on. ]

[Barrel o Hammer: Um, how are you guys? ]

[Group owner #安朁月: Are there any new members? Welcome, welcome. If you are new here, how about introducing yourself? ]

[Barel O Hammer: Hello, I am Barel O Hammer, and now... I am a dwarf. ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: You must have seen a strange time-travel Warhammer simulator, which is why you came here in a daze, right? ]

[Dustan o Falcon: ←_←Another fart spirit has had his toes stepped on. 】

[Barrel o Magic Hammer: Yes. By the way, you are all probably time travelers, right?]

[Group owner #Anjiyue: Why do I suddenly have a very subtle premonition... New here, let me ask you, in which group did you see that simulator? ]

[Barel o Hammer: Son of a Thousand Pigeons. So, you are too? ]

[Group leader #Anjiyue: Very good. Dustan and I are in the same group, and it seems that you are too. I am the group leader. ]

Leaning against the side of the boat, An Jiyue let out a long breath. A long-held guess was confirmed, but with it came more doubts and confusion. Of course, these things were secondary at the moment.

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Since we are acquaintances, we can skip the probing. Let's get to the point. Where are you now? Has the initial city been expanded? What is your current situation? Do you need any help? ]

[Barrel O Hammer: I just started reading the instructions for the Holy Book of War, and I don't even know what the 'initial city' you mentioned is. As for my current location, I only know that I am underground. Moreover, I can sense that there must be a gold mine nearby! ]

[Dustan O Falcon: What? How do you know there is a gold mine nearby? Did you see the vein? ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: @Dustan o Falcon# Cold knowledge, dwarves rely on intuition to find mineral veins. ]

[Dustan O Falcon: It’s okay to rely on intuition...]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: @Barrel o Magic Hammer# You should find a suitable location to shoot the initial city as soon as possible. You also know what kind of world Warhammer is. Only when you have a fortress in your hand can you have a stable base. ]

[Barrel o Hammer: OK.]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: I have always been worried about how we, the Lords of the Holy Scriptures, can communicate with each other in real time when we are far away from each other. Now that we have a chat group, many troubles are no longer troubles. Very good. ]

[Dustan O Falcon: Speaking of which, I just conquered another 'principality'. I now have about 3,000 prisoners, about half of whom are strong laborers... It should be enough to support your plan. ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Very good. Send these people to Xuanshui as soon as possible. The bad land is a time bomb. No one knows when a new WAAAGH will form! ! . The plan must be completed as soon as possible. ]

[Barrel o Hammer: What's the plan? ]

[Group leader #Anjiyue: You ask Dustan, I have something to do. 88]

【Dustan o Falcon: 88】

[Barrel o Hammer: 88]

After interrupting the mental connection with the chat group, An Jiyue turned his attention back to reality. The search had lasted for half a month, and the expedition team had "visited" several greenskin tribes in succession. During this period, An Jiyue had also used [Earth Control] to bury a Skaven duck neck people's underground base alive, earning more than 2,000 points.

With the help of [Soul Search], the expedition team has completed the location of an underground tunnel. This tunnel collapsed in many places during the great earthquake in the year 1500 of the Imperial Calendar and has long been abandoned. It is filled with countless night goblin tribes and various messy underground creatures. Under the protection of Joseph Bergman, Grim personally surveyed the tunnel. The engineering master said that this tunnel should be just a branch road used to connect the main fortress with the outer stronghold.

This discovery greatly boosted the morale of the expedition team. Later, An Jiyue also joined the search. The young alchemist used the earth escape spell to lead the other teammates straight through the gravel and sand blocking the road, and shuttled through the earth effortlessly. After a whole day of searching and reconnaissance, the expedition team successfully found an abandoned mine.

Although it was not the target they really wanted to find, it at least proved that the expedition team was getting closer and closer to the destination. After a simple inspection of the mine, the expedition team collected and buried several dwarf remains found around the mine. Krag personally inlaid runes for each sarcophagus to protect the eternal sleep of these deceased people from being disturbed by certain things.

Afterwards, the expedition team changed direction and explored deeper along the ruins of the underground tunnel. They found many forks along the way, each of which led to a peripheral stronghold: mines, valleys in the mountains, outposts, and secret warehouses.

Grim Brockson, who was temporarily working as a cartographer, excitedly recorded all their findings carefully on the newly drawn map. The dwarves checked every outlying stronghold and marked it. Krag even started working on the spot, embedding a batch of hidden runes prepared in advance in every place he thought needed to be covered. Seeing that his teammates were getting more and more excited, An Jiyue had to intervene and asked these overly excited dwarves to focus on the most important task at hand.

The chat group briefly distracted An Jiyue's attention. When the girl put her energy back into the search for Plateau Castle, she discovered that Krag was missing.

"...Where is our grandfather? Didn't I ask him to stay on the airship and not go anywhere?"

"If you ask that stubborn old man," Gotrek answered, "he said he felt the call of his ancestors and ran away."

An Jiyue: "【Aurora Coarse Language】"

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Author's note: Damn it, I missed it again. The chapter illustration is the flag of Safri.

Chapter 68: Plateau Castle

Barrel o Hammer held his rune hammer [Furnace Master] with his head held high.

If he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to see the whole picture of the wall in front of him. Just now, just a minute ago, what appeared in front of Barrel was still a pile of rubble covered with a thick layer of dust, spider webs and broken bones. Every gap and every crack told the vicissitudes of history. No matter how Barrel looked at it, he could only barely see that this thing was once a high wall.

Then, right before Barel O'Melhammer, a miracle happened. When he released the main anchor and selected "yes" to deploy the initial city, everything superfluous on the rubble was hidden and disappeared. The broken stones were pieced together again, no matter how completely they were broken, even if part of the structure had completely disappeared over the long years, new parts would appear out of thin air to fill the gaps, restoring the collapsed walls to the state when the entire city was still glorious and prosperous.

The dusty stone sculptures once again revealed their true appearance, and the faded gold ornaments once again became glittering. The broken wall corridors became flat again, and the braziers supported by iron frames danced with scorching flames. The next moment, several teams of fully armed dwarf soldiers appeared from nowhere, patrolling back and forth on the wall in helmets and armor.

"His Majesty the King is back!" Barel heard someone shouting in Khazarid on the wall. The deep voice undoubtedly belonged to a strong and elderly dwarf. "Open the door! ... You idiot whose beard is less than a finger's length, it's a small door!"

Behind the city wall, the click of the large gears stopped abruptly. A moment later, next to the gate of the fortress that was tall enough for the largest giants to enter and exit normally, a round stone door just high enough for the dwarves to use opened inward. Barel stood there thinking for about a second, then walked over.

When he entered the city gate, Barrel noticed that there was a polished boulder with some kind of runes on the surface above his head. He knew what it was. When he realized that he had traveled through time, a lot of knowledge and memories suddenly appeared in his mind, and these memories that suddenly appeared but did not seem abrupt to him told him that this was a rune that could identify whether the person passing through was an evil thing. If the answer was yes, then the stone would fall and kill the person who tried to pass through here.

As a time traveler, Barrel doubted whether this trick would really work on individuals with fast enough reaction speed, such as vampires. Of course, he wisely did not say what he thought.

After exiting the city gate, Barel felt that the view in front of him was suddenly clear. The scene inside the fortress reminded Barel of the feeling when he first saw the interior of the Lonely Mountain when he watched The Hobbit trilogy on a video website that never changes.

Although located deep in the mountains, the Dwarf's stronghold has never been narrow or cramped. The open space is dotted with solid rock buildings and supporting pillars, the streets that extend in all directions are wide and flat, the tiles are tightly spliced ​​together, and the street lamps on both sides of the road provide essential lighting for the residents here.

Without giving Barrel time to observe further, a group of dwarf servants came running over, and the leader asked if they wanted to start preparing lunch immediately. Barrel was about to say no, but his stomach protested like thunder, and the dwarf servant suddenly realized what was going on and turned away, while the other servants consciously stood behind Barrel.

Unlike a certain governor who had to fight a battle to get a hot meal, and a certain wizard who played the real-life version of survival for a whole week before the War Codex was released, less than an hour after Barrel crossed over, the stone table in front of him was already piled with large portions of delicious dishes, as well as the indispensable rich dwarven beer.

[Group leader #Anjiyue: So, you are in Gaoyuan Castle now? And you are its king? ]

[Barrel o Hammer: As things stand, yes. ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Do you know the Eternal Furnace? I'm looking for it, and it's in Plateau Castle. ]

[Barel O Hammer: I have never heard of this term. However, in the memory instilled in me by the Holy Scripture, there is a tightly sealed area deep in the Highland Castle that is forbidden for anyone to enter. This place was sealed by the generation of dwarves who rebuilt the fortress, and no one knows what is inside.]

[Group leader #Anjiyue: Wait, rebuild? Can you be more specific? ]

Barrel picked up a piece of grilled mushroom soaked in sauce and put it into his mouth, chewing it with a "crunch, crunch" sound. This action did not prevent him from using his mind to chat with two fellow travelers who he had known before crossing over in the chat group.

[Barrel o Hammer: Typing with the mind is really convenient, fast and labor-saving, and there is no typo... Specifically, I belong to a former ranger clan called the Emberstone Clan. The Emberstone Clan originally lived near the Eternal Peak. About three thousand years ago, the clan's camp was shrouded by a sudden fog. When the fog dissipated, the entire clan came to the Plateau Castle thousands of miles away and settled there.]

[Barel O Magic Hammer: Based on the tradition of the Sons of the Rock being the pioneer king, my cheap ancestor was crowned king when the royal bloodline of Plateau Castle had long been cut off. To be more precise, there was no living person left in the entire fortress.]

"Just take three days' worth of food!... I'm talking to you, put down the beer barrel in your hand!" An Jiyue was directing the expedition team members around while exchanging information in the chat group at the same time.

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Emberstone Clan? I have an impression of this name. I once saw a mine belonging to this clan near Eternal Peak (Note 1). Are you sure that the Plateau Castle you saw was originally just a ruin? Did you take a photo of the original city and it changed so much? ]

[Barel O Hammer: If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. I now have two memories, one of which is my real memory as a time traveler, and the other is the memory of King Barel O Hammer of Plateau Fort. In the latter's memory, the Emberstone Clan has been thriving in Plateau Fort for three thousand years, and has grown from a medium-sized clan with a population of just over a thousand to a prosperous fortress with a population of 100,000.]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: ...How many people? ! ]

[Barrel o Magic Hammer: 100,000. ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Thorgrim might be better, but Belegar and Oakley are probably going to be so jealous... 100,000. The current population of Eternal Peak is only 90,000. Belegar seems to have only 500 men who can go into battle.]

【Dustan O Falcon: Happy.】

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Of course, I definitely won’t sympathize with this guy. ]

Barrel couldn't help but smile. Although he wasn't a Hammer guy, he had listened to the Warhammer popularization lectures given by the dog group leader before he crossed over. He knew exactly where An Jiyue's dislike for Belegar came from. In fact, he hated this guy too, especially after he became a dwarf, this dislike increased exponentially.

【Group leader #An Jiyue: As far as I know, in the eyes of the locals, the 'Emberstone Clan' is real. When I first heard this name, not to mention you, even Dustan hadn't crossed over yet. A dwarf friend of mine, the above-mentioned Oakley, told me that the Emberstone Clan disappeared during the Goblin War, which is exactly the same as what you said in terms of time, and your description of the disappearance process is exactly the same, both of them were swept away by a strange fog. Just now you told me that when you first crossed over, Plateau Castle was still in ruins. It was only after you chose to deploy the initial city that it suddenly became a prosperous fortress with a population of 100,000. Then this is quite interesting...】

"Grimm and the engineers, all stay and prepare the airship for battle! The rest of you, follow me," An Jiyue was able to give orders in an orderly manner even when she was thinking, "Take your weapons and let's go find the lost grandfather."

[Barel O Hammer: I remember you said before that there is no concept of time and space in the subspace.]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Yes, but that doesn't really mean anything. My destination is exactly Plateau Castle. Since you are here now, the step of "castle exploration" can be skipped. I should have gone to you right away, but I had a little... small problem. I will visit you later. And, you can start preparing for the battle. ]

[Barel o Hammer: I will give the order after I finish my meal. No, I will give the order now.]

[Group leader #Anjiyue: Don’t you want to ask me why I want you to do this? ]

[Barel o Warhammer: In Warhammer, do we need a reason to fight? ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Very good. It seems that you have adapted to this hellish world. ]

……

Note 1: See Chapter , “I first heard your name.”

The author says:

Author's Note: To make up for yesterday's update...

Chapter 69 What is coming will come

Krag the Grim put down the Anvil of Doom and looked around.

Even for a strong dwarf, the weight of the Doom Anvil is too heavy. Normally, when a Rune Lord who is highly respected and qualified to hold the Doom Anvil enters the battlefield, two carefully selected Anvil Guards will be responsible for carrying this precious ancestral heritage and welcoming the baptism of war with the Rune Lord.

As one of the two greatest rune masters in the Mountain Kingdom, Krag did not bring any followers, because the expedition team had a limited number of members. In addition to the various supplies and equipment necessary for the expedition, Krag also brought his own Doomsday Anvil, as he believed that this ancient artifact would play a vital role in the expedition.

[Find me, Krag... The mountains will bear witness to your great deeds...]

The voice appeared in his ear again, urging the breathless Rune Master. The dwarves are basically not troubled by aging, but after all, Krag is not a dwarf giant like Kazador who is known for his infinite strength. It is a big challenge for the old dwarf to move with the Anvil of Doom. Fortunately, he knows that he will reach his destination soon.

The older Rune Lord did not think about why he had to run out alone, just as he ignored the expedition leader An Jiyue's order that no one should go out without permission. His thoughts seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, hazy and confused, and his scattered attention was as difficult to concentrate as a pile of sand.

The Rune Lord of Eternal Peak ignored all the suspicious and strange things, left the Goblin Scourge Thunder Airship with his Doomsday Anvil, and traveled alone in the unfamiliar underground tunnel. This was the first time that Krag set foot on this land, but he seemed to be a local who had lived here all his life. He chose the only correct route among the countless forks without thinking, and for some reason, he could not see any trace of living creatures along the way.

Whether it was the noisy Night Goblin tribe or the stinky Skaven, these annoying things that were supposed to run around everywhere and could never be killed disappeared without a trace. There was no blood, no corpses, and the camps that occasionally appeared in front of Krag were all empty. The campfire in the camp was still burning, and the big pot on it made a "gurgling" sound, but there was no human figure in sight.

Krag walked straight through a night goblin camp that looked like a garbage dump and exuded a suffocating smell, carrying his Doomsday Anvil on his shoulders. His iron boots stepped on the ground, crushing the bones scattered everywhere. When the rune master walked past a huge Gogo - or of course, it could be Maogo - totem, a struggle briefly appeared on the old dwarf's face. He raised his head and looked at the greenskin totem with eyes burning with hatred that was more intense than fire.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Krag seemed to hear a "tsk" sound. The next moment, the totem that he didn't know whether it was Gaoge or Maoge suddenly cracked and broke into small pieces that fell down.

[Find me, Krag... Don't waste time on unimportant things...]

The hatred in the old dwarf's eyes disappeared. The Rune Lord retracted his gaze, and his expression returned to calm. He continued to move forward carrying the Anvil of Doom, leaving the night goblin camp behind.

Because of the heavy burden, Krag's speed was not fast, and he had to stop and rest for a while after walking a certain distance. As long as his physical strength was slightly restored, he would carry the Doomsday Anvil and continue walking.

He didn't feel thirsty or hungry, and rest was reduced to a minimum. He walked and walked, and after bypassing a huge rock, he entered a winding and sloping rock crack. This rock crack was obviously the result of a geological movement, and then it was artificially repaired, and rough steps were carved out on the ground.

The further Krag walked, the more humid the air became. Water droplets condensed on the leather and armor plates, and the biting cold broke through the barrier of the clothes, piercing the flesh and bone marrow like a fine needle, causing the rune master to shiver uncontrollably. Tightening his collar, the old dwarf used his willpower to force his increasingly stiff body to continue walking in, until the view in front of him suddenly became clear.

This is a hemispherical underground space, large enough for a group of trolls to hold a feast. In the center of it is an altar. The crude craftsmanship shows that this thing is definitely not made by dwarves or any civilized race. When Krag staggered to the altar, a bright blue flame suddenly jumped out from above the altar.

As a rune blacksmith, Krag was no stranger to fire. However, the flame on the altar was completely different from the blazing fire in the forging workshop - different parts of the flame would show different colors due to factors such as temperature, but the strange flame on the altar was pure bright blue from beginning to end.

[Come closer, Krag... Your destiny is before your eyes, and you will usher in a new era...]

The old dwarf's face was struggling again. Some thoughts were churning and roaring in the depths of his mind, turning his already muddled thoughts into a mess. Krag always felt that something was wrong, and his hesitation made him stand still and unable to move.

[What are you waiting for, Krag? Offer your sacrifice... Offer your sacrifice to the great existence...]

For an old blacksmith who has been swinging a forging hammer all his life, this may be the most severe shaking of his arms in his life. Two completely opposite ideas collided violently in his soul, one voice was roaring at him to stop quickly, while the other voice urged him to start immediately and complete the sacred mission given to him by his ancestors.

[The fortress has fallen, the wealth has been looted, the tribesmen have been massacred, the skills have been lost... The ancient traditions are crumbling, it's time to stop all this... Come on, Krag, put aside your cowardice and hesitation, you will save your race...]

With a dull thud, the Doomsday Anvil fell on the altar. A crystal teardrop ran across the old dwarf's face and sank into his well-kept thick beard. He raised his forging hammer and brought it down heavily.

The wrong way of striking caused a narrow crack to appear on the surface of the Doomsday Anvil. The bright blue flame suspended above the altar suddenly became brighter, outlining ghostly ripples in the air. The flame pounced down like a shark smelling blood, and drilled into the crack on the Doomsday Anvil.

The ancient runes embedded in the Anvil of Doom lit up one by one, and finally all the runes began to emit a dazzling light. Krag looked at everything happening in front of him blankly, and some almost forgotten emotions emerged from the bottom of his heart, bringing endless pain and despair.