Proof of the Sun King

?When Ryan arrived at the dwarven blacksmith workshop on the banks of the Chinon, Angron and the others were already there.

A large group of long-bearded dwarves are gathering in the blacksmith workshop. They are visiting the equipment built by Deron Feinsen, and they can't stop talking. The main content is that the materials are not very complete. Then he complained about the poor hydraulic press here, then the quality of the anvils and hammers, and finally the bad lunch provided by Lane's side.

Some dwarves say that the meat is too old and not well cooked.

Some dwarves said the meat was too tender, bloodshot, and not chewy.

Some dwarves say that the meat is neither old nor tender, and has no special features.

Let Katzenberg, the housekeeper in charge of reception, sweat profusely and be confused by these long-bearded dwarves.

What no one knows is that these long-bearded dwarves are actually quite satisfied with this blacksmith workshop, but it is the habit of these long-bearded old people to pick the bones, because for the dwarves, they are absolutely unacceptable in technology and engineering. Being crushed by humans, not even dwarves hired by humans!

Clark-Grim, the president of the Dwarf Rune Artisan Association, didn't say much. Many of his white beards had fallen to the ground. Clark looked at the blueprint carefully and said nothing.

Clark-Grim, as the longest-lived master runesmith among the dwarves and the president of the association, has always been a person who doesn't like to talk much, or even a master runesmith.

"The full barrel of beer is silent, and the half barrel of beer is swaying."

- a dwarf proverb, describing those who are not very good at learning and who like to show off their skills and knowledge

"How is it? Mr. Dwarf, can my weapon do it?" Angron asked Clark-Grim with anticipation.

The World Eater was wearing a dwarf enchanted Mithril plate armor. Angron, who was more than two meters tall, looked very tall in front of Clark, who was only 1.5 meters tall. Clark was forced to raise his head and talk to Angron: " This kind of weapon, this level of weapon...you really think too easily, this level of weapon is for dwarves..."

"For the dwarves?" Angron felt a chill in his heart. He complained in his heart that the Emperor just didn't give him weapons, which made him humbly go to the dwarves.

"For dwarves... of course not to mention!!!" Clark's face flushed, he stretched out his hand and slammed it on the big table, a wooden table was directly photographed by him with a huge handprint: "Very good, this is a brand new technology and rune engraving method that I have never seen before! After more than five hundred years, I finally have a new challenge!"

"Great!" Angron finally smiled. When he saw Ryan come in, he said happily, "Brother, our weapons are finally available."

"Very good!" Ryan couldn't help himself, and he respectfully gave Clark-Grim a knight etiquette: "Thank you very much, Master Clark!"

"You don't have to thank me, I will go down just because of the blueprints and pledge gold you promised." Clark did not respond to Angron and Ryan's thanks, the master is over a thousand years old and has appeared in his life Too many things have happened: "I have accepted the blueprint, what about the pledge gold?"

"Here" Angron took out a large bag filled with pledge gold.

"Well." Clark turned his head and motioned for the dwarf to go up and check.

A bearded man stepped up and took the big bag from Angron's hand. He cut it directly with a sharp blade, and a large amount of dwarf pledge gold spilled out and all fell to the ground.

"What do you mean? Mr. Dwarf?" Angron was a little dissatisfied, obviously distrusting him.

"We have paid a lot for mankind, Mr. Angron, but not all mankind has been sincere to us. In order to avoid some unpleasant things, we need to settle in advance, a penny, a penny." Clark - Harsh will He carried his doomsday anvil to the middle of the workshop, and started to set fire to the huge forging furnace. The wind of magic ignited in the forging furnace with golden top and gray base. The dwarf rune craftsmen stirred up the bellows and brought several large basins of water. , to push coal with a cart.

This doomsday anvil is the treasure of the dwarves. It has been passed down from 10,000 years ago to the present. It is said that it has been used by the dwarf main **** Granny and has been passed down to this day. The inscription is entirely made of vibrating gold.

Deron Feinson, a rune craftsman hired by Ryan, explained to Angron: "My Count, Mr. Angron, the dwarves were deceived more than once during the settlement, including humans, so Master Clark did not. Trust anyone, he is used to having to settle first and then work, otherwise he will not listen even to the orders of the Supreme King."

Angron's face was not very good-looking: "Well, as long as the weapon is fine."

The dwarf long-bearded warrior took out one hundred and fifty-five pledge gold, and put the remaining twenty or thirty pledge gold in a bag again: "Not much, not much, the rest will be returned to you, We are going to make weapons for you, the way dwarves make rune weapons is a secret, please avoid them."

"What about me?" Deron asked flatteringly.

"Come and help me, Deron, I want to see if you have improved over the years!" Clark-Grim's voice as hard as a rock came from one side: "I have seen your work, although it is still crap, But in the end, there is no distortion, I want to see if you can learn more advanced rune marking."

"Ah?! Yes! Yes!" Deron happily trotted all the way to Clark.

To be pointed by Clark-Grim, this is the supreme honor of the rune craftsman!

As we all know, the number of dwarven rune craftsmen is not enough. These living priceless treasures communicate the last rune knowledge of the golden age of dwarves now and past. Many powerful war runes and enchanting runes have been lost, and the reason is simply Those runesmiths don't think there's anyone worth teaching.

These rune knowledge and technology gradually withered away until they were completely forgotten. People could only find a few words about some powerful runes from those archives and books. Rune craftsmen have never and cannot be forced. In the long years, The power of rune magic makes them more stubborn, and only those who he thinks are qualified can learn the most profound knowledge of rune magic.

Now that Clark Grim, the president of the Dwarf Rune Craftsman Association, is willing to give him a lesson or two, how can this not make Deron Feinsen ecstatic?

"Go out, human, give me three days, and I will naturally build the weapons you want." Clark-Harsh saw that Ryan and Angron were still standing at the door, so he said impatiently: "Now Get me out now, or this deal is void!"

"Okay okay, let's go out." Ryan shrugged helplessly, and he simply pulled Angron out: "Let's go, brother."

"Okay." Angron muttered: "I'm also going to see if the dwarves will praise Omnisiah and other rituals together before making weapons."

"That's a machine, not a blacksmith, right? The dwarves should be praising the Lord God of Granny."

"Almost, almost."

After all, Angron was pulled out of the blacksmith's workshop by Ryan. The bright sun shone on the Earl of Glamorgan. The breath of midsummer was higher and higher, the clear river was rushing, and the two were walking by the Chinon River. Hang out and chat casually.

"Brother, take a sip?" Angron took the water bottle from his waist, which contained the Bagman beer he bought from the dwarves. This dark beer and Kislev vodka are Angron's favorite. Alcohol, he also prefers mead and Brittany brandy.

"It's fragrant." Ryan took the kettle and took a big gulp. The thick and long taste and refreshing stimulation of Bagman beer made him narrow his eyes in comfort.

"Brother, dwarves are a kind of vengeful people. You must read it now. When you look back, they will write down your affairs in a small notebook. If you have nothing to do, you will read it and your teeth will itch." He took a sip of dark beer. Belly, Ryan returned the jug to Angron, he said with a smile: "Do you know the story of the two and a half gold coins?"

"The story of two and a half gold coins?" Angron took a sip from the kettle and burped contentedly: "I haven't heard of it, what kind of story is that, is it related to dwarves?"

"About ninety-five years ago, the Elector of Ostermark of the Empire and the Kingdom of Dwarves reached an agreement." Lane told a story: "The Grand Duke of Ostermark and Elector of Bekafin intends to To build a strong enough castle in the province of Ostermark to guard against the possible invasion of the Chaos tribes in the north, the Elector chose to give this large project to the dwarves, the two sides agreed on a price, and then the dwarves began to work. "

"It took about two years for the dwarves to build a well-defended castle called Krieghof, which guarded the road of the kingdom of Bekafen and Kislev, and the elector inspected it. After he was satisfied, he started to deliver the project payment."

"The project money was loaded up by the elector using one hundred and forty-four small carts and sent to the dwarves. This should have ended like this, but when the dwarves counted the money, they found and agreed that the wages were low. I bought two gold coins and fifty silver coins." Ryan said that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "The dwarves were so angry that they personally sent people to Bekafen, the capital of Ostermark province, and asked the elector to give an explanation."

"God." Angron already knew what was going on, and he covered his face with his hands, unable to bear to look directly.

"The Elector didn't take the dwarf's question seriously at all. He casually stated that there might be losses in the transportation. The money I sent out is right, and I'm not responsible." Lane went on to finish the story: "See the election. The emperor refused to give an explanation, which annoyed the dwarves, so the dwarves assembled an army from Karak-Kadrin, which broke through the Krieghof castle that the dwarves had just built, and razed the castle directly. Flat ground, and then said angrily that this was the price you paid for deceiving the dwarves!"

"Finally, when the Elector faced the siege of the dwarves, he had to hand over the 'tail payment' of two gold coins and fifty silver coins. The dwarves then retreated. In the end, the castle was gone, the defenders were gone, and the money was gone. , it can be said that people and money are empty.”

"Hahahaha! I'm really convinced, are these dwarves so vengeful?" Angron laughed loudly, and he shook his head repeatedly: "Okay, what the dwarves say is what they are."

"Hahaha~" The two of them laughed repeatedly as they walked on the road.

Not long after he went out, Ryan's kingdom knight, Hux, came on a horse: "Count!"

"What's wrong?" Ryan raised his head and looked at the knight covered in sweat.

"Gene Town has arrived at a large group of high elves, and they have named you to see you!" Hux had sweat on his forehead.

"Okay, I'll be right here." Ryan thought that Tigris had arrived, and he turned around: "Brother, do you want to go see it together?"

"Row."

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Today, the town of Genn is very lively, because the arrival of an army of high elves has caused a large number of people to watch. .

"It's a elf! It's a elf!"

"Don't we see elves often?"

"Blind! What do you know, this is a high elves, not the wood elves we often see!"

"Wow! It's the legendary high elf! This is the first time I've seen it!"

"So gorgeous, so powerful! So neat!"

Hundreds of serfs rushed out of the town and watched the high elf army. They probed their heads and pointed at the high elf army. The serfs were curious, but there was not much hostility, because the town was fixed with the wood elves. Residents often see wood elves, so pointy ears are no stranger to it.

The high elves were very impatient with this rude behavior of humans, and Zoltan, the swordsman of Hoss, came to Tigris: "Lord Tigris, these monkeys really don't know what to do."

"Quiet, we are here to find someone, not to give human beings a long memory." Tigris leaned on Lilith's Moon Staff, his eyes first turned to the cannons on the city walls and towers of Jin Town, and then It was put on the group of wood elves who were driving the truck into the city, and there was a rare interest in the words: "Interesting, Ryan Macado actually has a trade relationship with Eslay, I remember that Eslay can only Trade with those most trustworthy among men."

"The fact that this human hero can kill 'Red-Eyed' Egil Steelbjorn~www.wuxiaspot.com~ means that his strength should be no problem, and being recognized by the wood elves means that his strength and The credit is affirmed by the wood elves, and you see." Tigris moved his eyes: "There are still many dwarves there."

"Being able to kill that 'red eye', this guy named Ryan is still a bit capable... Shorty, monkeys, and our distant relatives, except for the chaos, the three things I don't like in this city are collected. That's it." Zoltan, the swordsman of Hoss, shook his head repeatedly.

"Shut up, Zoltan." Tigris raised his head: "Our compatriots are here."

A group of wood elves came to him: "Hello, Tegris, I didn't expect you to come here. I'm Delina, the lord of the woodlands. What's the reason for the relatives of Asul from Ulthuan to come here?"

"I'm here to see Count Ryan Macado." Tigris remained expressionless, his attitude was very calm: "I didn't expect to see Esley, I'm very happy, I brought Greetings from Her Majesty Phoenix King Finuba and Her Majesty Elarari the Everqueen."

"Thank you, I will convey it." Delina nodded and smiled: "It is indeed a lucky day to meet my compatriots, may Kunos and Aisha bless you, but I think our conversation will end here, Your Excellency Ryan is here. already."

"..." Tigris followed Delina's gaze.

On the banks of the Chinon River, Ryan and Angron appeared in front of the high elves, and he spoke fluent Elvish language: "Welcome, guest from Ulthuan, I am Ryan, Ryan Malcador, the lady's chosen champion. "

"Tegris, High Elf Safrehos White Tower Magister Council Supreme Master."

"It's a pleasure to meet." I want to chat with more like-minded people about "Warhammer Throne", WeChat pays attention to "Youdu Literature", chats about life, and finds confidants~