Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Bloxson looked like this. Imrik's request was always like this. It was not too much to agree to, but it would never be obtained easily, and he would have to pay a heavy price.

The engineer thought about it for a while and decided that he could not ask more about the price. The Angland clan was already wandering, and it would be too unkind to touch the sensitive matters in their hearts.

"I will first explain to the Church of Vaal in Sartusa Military Fortress that Caledor has never produced equipment suitable for dwarves. The Malorian Chamber of Commerce needs to obtain customization rights, otherwise I can only give you the Angland clan Create an army that can only use gunpowder weapons."

Belegar agreed, he was so embarrassed that he didn't even care about this.

Bloxson, who was much smarter than Belega, thought of something deeper. He thought about it for a while and then rejected the idea.

"No, you can't do this. If the source of the Angland clan's equipment is found to be from the Val Anvil, and you call on the warriors of the Mountain Kingdom again to regain the Eight Peaks Mountain plan, the effect will be greatly reduced. You should be recruited People crave money and fame, especially the latter, and if the Angland clan is nominally dominated by Pointed Ears, I don’t need to tell you, you also understand the consequences.”

"Then what should we do?" Bellega spread his hands and told the full reality of the situation, "It has been difficult for me to get support in Eternal Peak. The High King has been persuading me to move the clan to Mount Gombard. After settling everything, When I think about regaining the Eight Peaks Mountain, the other kings saw the arrangement of the High King and turned a blind eye to my request for help."

Bloxen crossed his arms and began to think. Since he had promised to help, the engineer planned to go to the end. If the Eight Peaks Mountain was recovered, the Book of Great Hatred would lose an entire page. This would undoubtedly be great news for the Mountain Kingdom.

The atmosphere gradually fell into silence as the two of them were speechless. Belega felt that the Bergmann No. 1 beer in the glass seemed to be bland and tasteless at this moment.

After some time, Blockson came up with an idea,

"Torek Ironbrow, the rune master of Iron Peak Castle, has cooperated with Vaal Anvil once. If you can persuade him to agree to the invitation of the Malorian Chamber of Commerce as a nominal consultant, you will have reason to explain Ange Where did the Lande clan’s equipment come from?”

"Will he agree? Rune blacksmiths are a bunch of stubborn people. Even Granny's chisel is much softer than their temperament." Belegar was very confused. He and Torek had never interacted with each other. , I just heard that this rune master had become the choice of the ancestors and gods. After Lustria retrieved the knowledge of the ancestors, it was pointed out that Thorgrim was the supreme king of destiny.

He said that Rune Master may not be as interested in Bafeng Mountain as he is in hammering anvils in the craftsman's workshop.

"Believe me, he will definitely agree and will send people to assist the Angland clan."

Looking at the confident Broxon, Belega could only reluctantly believe this and prepared to find a channel to send the news to the rune master of Iron Peak Castle.

Although it is a bit troublesome, if it succeeds, the Angrond clan will not be too stained. It accepted the employment of a fellow dwarf doing business in the new world as a chamber of commerce guard, and then used the equipment created by the rune master and the Vaal priest. , plus the Supreme King making a reasonable speech on the side, there shouldn't be any problems.

To resolve the matter, Bloxon made a prompt decision, "You send the clan members to Sartusa, and the women, children, and the elderly enter the Malorian Chamber of Commerce to earn funds to make up for the supplies needed for the expedition. The remaining ones with combat capabilities... "

There are many ways to help, but Bloxon plans to mix in some private goods and there is no reason to let go of the test subjects delivered to his door. He does not have the energy to find more than a thousand soldiers to carry out military reforms.

Since Belegar came to the door on his own initiative, he had no reason to let it go. As long as Master Torek could reconcile with Vaal Anvil, the dwarf-style magic engineering system could be realized in the Angrond clan.

"I will go back to the New World right away and make arrangements for the military factory. It would be best to open a separate production line in Sartusa to supply specifically to the Angland clan."

Belega nodded confusedly. He didn't know much about engineering, so he understood the newly proposed production line concept. Since Bloxson was so confident, he should believe it once. He just hoped that this compatriot did not have the cunning nature of pointy ears.

After the exchange, Bloxson hurriedly boarded the ship to the new world. He already had countless interesting ideas. Imric directly released the Malorian Chamber of Commerce as a channel, which must have opened up the military factory facilities. The engineer immediately thought of the steam tank that Bronte had high hopes for.

Since it is an experimental product, it should be sent to the battlefield to test its capabilities first, and then it can be donated to His Highness the Dragon Prince. We dwarf engineers are so willful.

Belegar, on the other hand, stayed in Sartusa for a while, and for the first time carefully observed this elven kingdom that had placed a lot of support on it.

This matter was also known to Imrik. He chuckled and shook his head, expressing his helplessness to the two dwarves. He had helped so much. If it had no practical effect at all, it would really disappoint the king of Eight Peaks Mountain.

Occestes stood silently behind the prince, as silent as a piece of decorative armor. There were only three people in this small room.

His Royal Highness, who was laughing inexplicably, was leaning on a bench and staring stupidly at the prince's maid, as well as Mi Shan, who was leaning against the corner, looking dejected.

Even though Occestes has a lot of experience, he has never seen such a strange situation. In order to break the awkward atmosphere, the legendary warrior who is good at words spoke first,

"Your Highness, I didn't expect that the Angrond clan has become so weak now. I still remember that during the Battle of Longbeard, the Eight Peaks Mountain has always been the main force of the dwarves. Its military strength is comparable to that of the Eternal Peak, and it can resist Kaler head-on on the battlefield. The Dragon Legion, even as opponents, has to admit that they have the capital to be proud of."

Imrik, who had finished laughing, crossed his hands and looked out the window with deep eyes.

"This is a reincarnation of fate, with many origins. Everyone has different opinions on the decline of Asul and the dwarves, but I have a very heretical idea."

Hearing the word "heretical", Phyllis, who was still in a state of infatuation, came back to her senses, coughed twice and touched the non-existent saliva at the corner of her mouth. She was so fascinated by what she was watching just now that she almost forgot where she was.

This is an office, how can you be stupid? If you want to be stupid, you have to wait until night.

Okacestes was also a little curious about this,

"Please advise."

"The matter of Malekith instigating conflicts between the two races has been concluded. But you might as well think about it from another angle. He once came to the old world as the Prince of Nagaryth, actively expanded colonies for the elves, and established friendly relations with the dwarves. , whose reputation in the Mountain Kingdom is comparable to that of Prince Imladric, who single-handedly facilitated the first alliance between the Order races after the Great Invasion of Chaos."

Hearing the familiar name, Occestes' armor trembled unnaturally. Prince Imradric was the brother of Caledor II and the Prince of Caledor at that time.

The result was very tragic. Needless to say, the legendary warrior was chopped into the chest with a battle ax by the nephew of the Dwarf High King, and his body was finally returned to Ulthuan.

He calmed down and continued to listen to what the current prince had to say, hoping to get some information about the true cause of the Nagasu War.

"As for Bel Shana, he single-handedly took away the fruits of Malekith's hundreds of years of hard work in the old world. Of course, we all know that the real reason for Malekith's betrayal was that he did not inherit his father's position as the Phoenix King. But since Bel Shana For Xana to take away his honor in the old world, the Battle of Longbeard may be a punishment, because the noble Phoenix King usurped the meritorious service of promoting the Alliance of Order, a punishment from the gods to the elves." (End of this chapter)