MTL - Medieval Empire Soldier-Chapter 219 ·All beginnings are hard

  Chapter 219 All things are difficult at the beginning

  Watching a game in Argentina, the cerebral thrombosis has been unblocked for ten years. What kind of game was played in the second half.

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"Oh! My old friend, Your Excellency Laeren." The dwarf rune blacksmith Rangni-Stonehelm came from the other side of the wide stone bridge. He was wearing an expensive elven satin robe, which was made by the best craftsman in the dwarf community. Made by a perfect tailor, stroking his long beard subtly: "Old friend, you haven't visited for a long time, and the new mustaches are not familiar with you yet!"

Two dwarf hammer warriors followed Langoni and were responsible for the safety of the patriarch. They wore square-pointed iron helmets and silver-white heavy rune armor. Looks like an elite bearded man.

   "Yes, I haven't been here for a long time, I really didn't expect such a big change." Lailon said with a smile.

The dwarf rune blacksmith laughed immodestly. He was very satisfied with Baron Draco's reaction, and greeted warmly: "Please come with me, Your Excellency Leron, a new tavern from the Kingdom of Eternal Peak has opened in the community. They There are several large barrels of Bergmann's wine stored in the cellar, let's drink beer and discuss things!"

A few people went to the depths of the underground community in this way. Looking around, the craftsmanship of the dwarves is still unbelievable. Most houses in the community are made of stone. Even if the material is single, the people of the mountains still use it The whole community is very neat and beautiful, without the exaggerated decorations like the elves, but it has a strong dwarf style and a unique sense of seriousness.

In the underground space, there are not only residential houses, dwarf brewery, blacksmith shop, nail street and temple, but also a huge tomb directly below the central temple, which is used to bury dead dwarves. This place is called The "Underworld", in tradition, is considered to be the kingdom of the dead and the ancestor **** Gazul, and a temple of Ghazul will be built next to the tomb, guarded by a black-robed priest.

In addition, there are many other defensive measures in the dwarf community. There are hidden handles in some places, which can lift part of the street surface, exposing the sharp spike traps hidden underneath, and those hidden powder kegs have also been cleverly Placed in the sewer below the block, it can slow down the enemy's speed or damage the morale of the enemy when danger is approaching.

Dwarf buildings are no more than two stories high, usually close together, outbuildings have small windows facing the outside area, no small doors in the outside direction, access to the interior of the house is only through a sparse number of streets and paths, and, There are large, strong wooden doors at the end of them.

  Lairun knew a tradition of theirs. Whenever the dwarves celebrated the festival of the ancestor gods, the great wooden door would be closed.

  In the process of heading to the tavern, Langone noticed Baron Draco constantly looking around, so he took the initiative to ask, "My old friend, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I noticed that the population in the dwarves' exclusive community seems to have increased a lot. Are there any new groups of foreign dwarves joining?" Lellen looked at the mustaches passing by, the symbols on their clothing, the family emblem, and Layron had seen something different before.

"Uh, there are indeed quite a few mustaches who have migrated. I have been busy taming blue sheep recently, so I forgot to tell you for a while." The dwarf rune blacksmith scratched his head in embarrassment: "But don't worry, old friend, these The mustaches have learned about the treatment and comfortable living environment here, and they are all willing to settle here and strictly abide by the laws of the barony, brother Layron, what do you think?"

   "How many are there?"

   "About... more than three hundred people."

Hearing the exact number, Lailon nodded, thinking that this number is still within the acceptable range, not too much: "I need to know where they come from and what help I can provide them. After all, I chose to leave the mountains. , the dwarves who came to the kingdom below the mountain are only a small number after all."

"Should be, should be, I can fully understand!" Langoni-Stone Helm nodded again and again: "The mustaches who migrated to the barony are all from Karak-Watchfort in the southern part of the Gray Mountains, the Nogmelin clan , my old friend, you also know that after the end of the Golden Age, the enemies facing the Mountain Kingdom are not only the green-skinned fools everywhere on the ground, but also the underground mines that the mountain castle depends on for survival, in places that cannot be seen in the dark. , will also be infiltrated by underground threats, and these enemies from deep veins are more deadly."

   "Underground threat... Mr. Langone, you mean... the Skaven?" Layron said in a low voice.

  In the empire, no one, whether official or private, would acknowledge the existence of the Skaven. Even if there were, those one or two abrupt remarks would disappear soon.

"I'm glad that humans still know about Skaven, although most humans are short-lived ghosts and fools." The dwarf rune blacksmith stroked his long beard, and the largest tavern in the community was in front of him: "Let's start Let's go in and talk."

Pushing open the two-meter-high thick wooden door, the interior decoration of the tavern is also of the highest standard and the most luxurious. The height of each floor exceeds three meters, making it appear extremely spacious, which slightly violates the practical dwarven architectural style. With a beer belly: "Welcome to the Blackwater Lake Tavern, honorable Baron, gentlemen."

  At this point in time, the dwarves had already got off work, and the tavern was almost full of seats. The long-bearded men exchanged news, gossip, gossip, and bragging while drinking large glasses of beer and eating.

This tavern is also one of the very few buildings where Laeren can directly enter without bending over. Soon, he sat down on the oak sofa facing the window on the second floor. Basket of common barley bread, some gammon and toasted bacon: "Please take it easy, Mr. Leren, Bergman's wine will be brought to you in a moment, O Valaya's cloak, I can assure you, it must be your taste Best beer ever!"

   "Okay, Mr. Bartender, we still have something to talk about." Langone nodded and said, "Bergman's wine will be delivered later."

"no problem!"

Watching the back of the bartender trot downstairs, the dwarf rune blacksmith introduced a pass: "The dwarves who have lived in the empire for a long time, mostly like to name the place with special significance in the kingdom, just like this Blackwater Lake tavern. The Blackwater Lake is The lifeblood of Eternal Peak Karaka-a-Karak, Torrent Pass, and more than 20 mountain castles, it symbolizes vitality."

"Well, it's like the extraordinary significance of beer to the dwarves." Lailon nodded, thinking that the chef must have put a lot of spices in the cooking of the ham. The taste of the meat is very strong and salty, which seems to be used to set off the taste of the beer: "Let's continue our topic, Mr. Langone, about the Noggmlin clan and the Skaven."

"Well, okay." Langoni-Stone Helmet gulped down a glass of beer and made a drink: "Karak-Watchhold is a subordinate mountain castle belonging to Breeze Castle. Responsible for monitoring the Skaven Swamp south of the Gray Mountains, and forming the first line of defense with the southern kingdom of Miragliano, but more than 20 years ago, the Greenskin tribe occupying Copper Mountain Fort launched a big war against Windbreeze Castle. Waaagh!' designed to destroy the defenses deployed in the Gray Mountains in one fell swoop."

"In the face of the tide of green skins, the first one is the Fortress. My friend, Mato Oz, the dwarf patriarch of the Noggmlin clan, he is two hundred and sixty-three years old, and he is a well-deserved leader." Beard, as soon as the war broke out, as the patriarch, he immediately led the Shanbao tribe to fight against it, relying on the complex terrain and defense facilities of the mountains, tried their best to intercept the green tide, and at the same time sent a message for help to Windbreeze Castle through the secret mine tunnel."

"However, he later found out that all of this was a conspiracy by the Skaven. The Skryre clan occupied the secret mine in advance, blocked the reinforcements from Castle Breeze, and brutally killed all the clansmen he sent for help, including horses. The only son of Tuo, slowly, the underground mines of the Overwatch Castle were captured by rats one after another, while the green skins on the ground increased day by day, and the dwarves lost all their outer strongholds and outposts. The demons broke through the gate."

Speaking of this, Langoni sighed deeply. He also experienced the tragedy of the fall of his home mountain castle, and he was particularly sympathetic: "In this way, the desperate resistance lasted for more than ten years. Most of the dwarves of the Nogmlin clan fought After death, Matto finally chose to withdraw from Fort Watch, and they knew the good reputation of the heroes of the empire, so the Noggmlin clan chose to come to the barony."

"Well, they have defended their homeland bravely. They are at least qualified fighters." Laeren thought for a while, nodded and said, "If you need any assistance, let them go to my affairs officer, and Pittman will arrange it very well." it is good."

"Oh, my old friend, the stubborn nature of the mountain dwarves will not allow themselves to take things for nothing. They are willing to use their own hands to create in exchange for the necessities and medicines they want. They are both fighting against the Skaven. A good hand is also an excellent craftsman." Langoni stroked his long beard and said: "The only thing that is in short supply now is food, my baron, I hope you can sell them some winter wheat at a reasonable price, and after this summer, the crops in the barley field When you mature, Mato and his people will repay your kindness!"

"No problem, the granary in Oak Town is quite full. I agree to this request." Laeren nodded and said, "Mr. Langone, by the way, let the outside dwarves know that the newly reclaimed villages in the Barony and Duncan Castle are in urgent need of masons. , carpenters, stonemasons and blacksmiths, if anyone is willing to move there, I will provide them with enough money and food for three months."

"Three months of food? In conversion... there are more than forty silver coins. Although most bearded people like to settle in one place, the young bearded people like to go out for a while. Since you support me, I think there should be thirty or forty dwarves who are willing to work in those places." The dwarf rune blacksmith held up a large wine glass: "Cheers!"

"cheers!"

   Several people's wine glasses collided, and the mellow beer was scattered.

   "Almost forgot, Mr. Langone, I'm here for the ranch for domesticating bighorn sheep. Do you want to grant a lot of large pastures?" Lailon said calmly.

"Grannie's anvil, look at my memory, that's right, that's right, a few days ago I asked to open up a pasture for bighorn sheep," the dwarf rune blacksmith nodded repeatedly: "Last winter, Karg was driving a gyroplane On the way back, I found a large group of bighorn sheep in the forest. Later, several consecutive winter snows completely closed the Drakovald forest. I thought the group of blue sheep disappeared, but I didn’t expect them to appear in the forest a week ago. Looking for food at the edge of the forest, so taking the opportunity, I, Kag and twenty or so mustaches set up traps together and caught quite a few!"

   "What about the number of blue sheep?"

"Twenty-seven adults, forty-five juveniles, fourteen have been domesticated in the past few days." Langeni stretched out his hand and gestured the numbers: "For us dwarves, the bighorn sheep is a high-endurance, high-quality mount , they can walk on the ground between rugged mountains, and they have excellent load-bearing capacity."

   "But, I have a question, Mr. Dwarf. I have never seen a dwarf with... cavalry." Adrian, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help but said.

"I haven't seen it, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, young man." The dwarf rune blacksmith blew his beard and stared: "The Helhein clan who once settled in Silverspear Mountain, this martial clan that worships the ancestor **** Grimnir With the well-established blue sheep cavalry and heavy armored spearmen, they almost conquered all the plains east of the Roof of the World, and defeated an expeditionary army with sharp ears."

"All right…."

   "Mr. Langone, are you still used to riding blue sheep?" Lailon smiled. It was hard to imagine how funny the scene of a group of short-legged sheep riding on the back of a sheep would be.

"It's okay, everything is difficult at the beginning. It's my first time riding a bighorn sheep, and I always feel weird, as if many compatriots are not used to standing on the ground for the first time, standing under the sun and the sky." Langeni Touching his white beard: "Compared with your human saddle, the saddle on the blue sheep's back is only thicker and higher, and the feeling of riding on it is really different!"

"When you are riding on horseback, chanting inspiring battle songs loudly, and charging to defend your homeland, at that moment you seem to own the whole world." Lailon nodded slightly, and the dwarf rune blacksmith nodded deeply, and stood up. Thumbs: "When it comes to this aspect, you know it best, my old friend, you know it too well!"

   It sounded a bit weird, and Lailon raised his eyebrows, but he didn't care much, and said casually: "Then, Mr. Langone, have you figured out where to build the ranch for captive bighorn sheep?"

"Well... there is an uncultivated meadow east of the York River. I plan to send some mustaches to fence the fence first, and then build the shed and the breeder's cabin. In this case, it won't take long, about half an hour It will be completed in a month!" The dwarf rune blacksmith said with great enthusiasm: "After the pasture is completed, cashmere and goat milk are also two high-value resources!"

   "Just do as you say." Layron made the final decision.

  (end of this chapter)