Emperor of Arcane

Early morning on the second day. ◆𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 Search for 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝟓𝟐𝟎𝐜𝐨𝐦Read◆

The warm sunshine shone on Wildhammer's cheek.

The dwarf, who had not yet adapted to the dazzling light, rubbed his painful head, and his blurred vision gradually became clear.

Wildhammer burped subconsciously, and the strong smell of alcohol continued to fill the air.

He was dizzy, but after a while he regained his ability to think.

But Wildhammer didn't have much memory in his mind. He looked blankly at the gorgeously decorated room and couldn't help but have a few questions:

"who I am?"

"Where am I?"

After a while, Wildhammer suddenly remembered that he had indeed forgotten when he came to this room to rest.

However, he remembered that he was drinking wine happily before his memory disappeared yesterday.

That wine tastes so good!

Enough, spicy enough!

Thinking of this, Wildhammer couldn't help but feel a little greedy.

He subconsciously picked up the somewhat dry wine bottle at his waist. After unscrewing it, he looked at the slightly muddy moss wine and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Wheat wine is clear and translucent, slightly yellow, like amber.

The appearance alone is much better than moss wine...

But Wildhammer couldn't care less now. He muttered a few words unconsciously and then took a sip of pleasure.

Poof!

The pale white wine was sprayed out, Wildhammer wiped his beard, his eyes showed a little bit of disbelief, and he couldn't help but muttered:

"What? Why is the moss wine so bad..."

Compared with the moss wine brewed by the dwarves in the underground world, the wheat from the Bay Territory is more mellow and the wine tastes stronger.

Compared with the latter, the former is as bland as water and has no taste at all.

It's okay if you haven't tasted it. Wildhammer thinks that's what good wine is.

But now after tasting the wheat wine from the Bay Territory, it would be a bit unbearable for him to drink moss wine.

What's more, the dwarf kingdom in the underground world is about to fall into a food shortage dilemma, and food and other resources can no longer be used to make wine.

When that time comes, I may not even be able to drink the watery moss wine...

Wildhammer was a little confused and looked around furtively. After looking for a long time, he couldn't find any trace of the wheat wine.

Just when Wildhammer was unwilling to give in, Old John's heroic voice came from outside the door:

"Brother Wildhammer, get up and drink!"

When he heard this, Wildhammer was almost crying, and he quickly shouted at the top of his lungs:

"I'm coming……"

Half an hour later.

The half-drunk dwarves were bragging and farting comfortably with Old John.

Wildhammer touched his bulging belly, recalling the various delicacies he had just tasted, and a thought suddenly came to his mind:

"The food in the Bay Territory is so rich..."

"And it's very delicious..."

Although Wildhammer likes to drink, he will never abandon public service for personal reasons.

He still kept his mission in mind and had to invite support from the Netheril Empire.

Although the Bay Territory is good, it is unfortunately just a barony.

While thinking this, Wildhammer prepared to find the great arcanist Knonorman. They must get to Sewenden as soon as possible.

At this moment, a soldier suddenly broke into the living room and walked up to Old John under the curious gaze of the dwarves.

The soldier muttered a few words softly. Old John, who was still smiling very happily, immediately changed his expression and couldn't help but cursed:

"What? Our support is gone?"

"Didn't you already promise us? Now why are you running out of supplies?"

"You said it well before the war, but you won't care about us after the war?"

Halfway through speaking, Old John seemed to remember something. When he met Wildhammer's questioning gaze, he forced out a stiff smile and said:

"The Sewendon Council decided not to deliver a batch of magic supplies to us that they promised us."

After reluctantly explaining, Old John said to the soldier who came to report:

"Notify the golem manufacturing factory as soon as possible and ask them to request purchase from Blood Moon City."

"With those core components, we can replenish all the supplies for the legions of the Blood Fortress..."

When Wildhammer heard this, his ears immediately pricked up. A lot of information was revealed in the simple exchange between Old John and the soldier.

Wildhammer suddenly realized that he seemed to have thought of this mission a little too simply.

The relationship between the Netherese Empire and the Dwarven Kingdom is very good, that’s true!

If it were normal times, the Dwarf Kingdom would be willing to pay a certain price and ask for support from the Netheril Empire, and the other side would be very happy to lend a helping hand.

Anyway, some of the support materials still have to be purchased by the dwarves.

The Netherese Empire would definitely be happy to be able to both strengthen relationships and sell gold coins.

However, if the Netheril Empire cannot protect itself, will the other side be willing to lend a helping hand?

After figuring this out, Wildhammer couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

If he has worked hard for a long time, but still has not received the support from the Netheril Empire.

Not only was he wasting his time, but it was very likely to cause trouble to the entire dwarf kingdom.

The expected support did not come, and the repurchase of supplies was over. When that time came, it would most likely lead to a major collapse in morale.

"No, we have to check it carefully and get more information!"

"Moreover, if the Netheril Empire lacks supplies, it must prepare in advance..."

The somewhat anxious Wildhammer suddenly wanted to stand up.

But at this moment, another group of soldiers followed.

In the middle of them, Carlos, whose face was also ashen, was striding towards them angrily.

As he walked over, he said angrily:

"It's really stupid. We finally drove away the orcs, but they actually thought they were safe here!"

"At the critical moment of the battle, if the golems hadn't stepped out..."

"Old John, this is stupid of them, but we definitely need the help of the six-armed golem."

"In addition to the six-armed golem, other supplies must also be delivered to the Scarlet Fortress as soon as possible."

"Also, our two legions need to step up the training of new recruits. I heard that the training results at Bloody Pass are good, but we must help us more."

When Carlos walked in, he glanced at the few dwarves curiously, and thought they were businessmen coming to the Gulf Territory, so he didn't pay too much attention to them.

It was Carlos' unintentional act that gave Wildhammer a new idea.

"Supplies for two legions?"

"Did the Netheril Empire suffer heavy losses from its Third Legion and Eighth Legion in the Scarlet Fortress?"

"Is the Gulf Territory capable of supplying them with combat supplies?"

Wildhammer, who was quick-thinking, looked at Carlos, who was chatting with Old John, and took his men with him, sneaking out secretly.

"Go and collect information quickly and find out the current situation of the Netheril Empire!"

"You can all go to the arcane newspaper, the tavern, the Adventurer's Guild, and us dwarf adventurers..."

"To get all the information collected back, we need to make multiple judgments..."

"Hurry up and contact the Cole Elf Kingdom to see if the resources there are reliable. If they delay, you must report it as soon as possible..."

"..."

Looking at the scorching sun above, Wildhammer felt cold all over.

If the two allies are really unreliable, the kingdom will be in danger!