Warhammer Throne Chapter 192: , The construction of the blacksmith workshop

ps. Some readers said that the holy grail knight is a cavalry of t4, and some scum can not even beat the chicken knight. I just want to say, don't use the data in the game as a benchmark. The game needs to be balanced. In the background setting, the Knights of the Holy Grail are the number one cavalry unit in the old world. By the way, it should be emphasized that things like the old world and the dragon prince are not from the old world.

ps2. This chapter is 4700 words, please enjoy it!

Under the cold winter snow, Anglang was hitting an iron ingot with a sledgehammer. Seeing Ryan came, he threw the sledgehammer and laughed: "Brother? Are you back?"

"Well, brother, I'm back, why are you here?" Ryan walked in, and then introduced to Veronica: "This is my brother, my dear brother, called Anglang."

"Hello! Mr. Angelang!" Who knows Veronica said sweetly, and then bowed to say hello: "This is Veronica, Veronica Bernadotte, Ryan's magic consultant , Also his woman."

The Garland Witch could tell at a glance that the strength of the big knight in front of her was unfathomable.

"Hahaha~ hello." Anglang didn't want to pay attention to the witch at first, but after hearing the last sentence, he felt it necessary to feign words, so the World Devourer Gene Primarch nodded his head. Even if he said hello, his attitude was more kind: "Hello, Ms. Bernadotte, you can just call me Anglang with Ryan."

"Yes, Brother Anglang!" Witch Jialan immediately hit the snake and followed the stick. She did not appear to be overly affectionate, but took Ryan's hand and restored her state of reticence by Ryan's side.

"Ryan, my brother, you know, I lack a handy weapon right now." In the heavy snow, Anglang motioned everyone to come in from outside: "It just so happened that this dwarf came here, and I want to ask him to help me. Be a handy weapon."

The workshop built along the river covers a large area, with all the equipment inside, and all the equipment needed by the blacksmith. The few wood elves are more patient because of Ryan's presence, and are not in a hurry to speak.

"Hey, I said you are a tall man. I can't make the weapon you want for a while." At this moment, a voice came from the workshop, and the dwarf rune craftsman Deron Feinsen touched his own. The big beard came out of the workshop. The dwarf's white beard and face were full of light, but his face was a bit distressed: "Tall man, Mr. Angelang, the kind of weapon you want that looks like an axe and a hammer I never I've never seen it before. Relying on your description alone, I think it might be a powerful magic weapon. Then you demanded that this axe had the ability to attack magically, accept energy injection, and be strong enough. I think you are Embarrass me."

Angland also scratched his head in distress: "I think I have described it in enough detail, Mr. Deron, I am a soldier, not an artist, and I have no experience in making weapons. I have only used such weapons."

"Then you have to use that kind of weapon, at least you have personally used it, so do you have any samples?" The human language spoken by the dwarf is a bit crappy, so it's all in the vernacular so that everyone can understand it.

"Uh...I don't have it now." Anglang still couldn't give Deron's satisfactory answer. The dwarf craftsman murmured a dwarven word helplessly. No one heard what he said, and then the dwarf noticed the outside. People coming.

Delong ignored the elves first. He patted his stomach, holding a large hammer in his hand, and said to Ryan, "Oh! Baron, this place you introduced to me is awesome. It's so complete and it's a big place. , I like it very much! Just a little rectification can be effective, if you do not intend to change your mind, I intend to settle here."

"Of course I won't change my mind, Mr. Deron." Lane nodded, "The friendship between humans and dwarves can be traced back to 1,500 years or more. As long as I exist for a day, my territory will always be willing to help me. Friends of the dwarves opened the door."

"Then I really hope you can live longer, Lord Ryan." Deron likes such a bold human being. He touched his beard and shook his hand with Ryan.

So in a word, the rune craftsman confirmed that he would stay in the Jean Baron, and Ryan also got an excellent dwarf blacksmith.

The vast majority of dwarves like to live in the mountains. They are the people of the mountains, but there are also a considerable number of dwarves who will walk out of the mountains and settle in the human kingdom.

"Occasionally, they would go to the mountains and the outside world to take a look. They knew about drinking, fighting, and shooting. If you can step out of the mountains firmly, a good life will come, and there will be wealth, glory, and advanced technology outside. "

——Giral Kunst, the imperial dwarf craftsman master

"Oh! Pointy ears are coming!" An agreement was reached with Ryan, and the dwarf finally had the energy to pay attention to the wood elves who came to pick up the goods: "You suddenly asked me to order so many goods, how can I have the energy? Go and make it for you temporarily? I have made some here, and I have marked the prices, you can figure it out!"

"You! Damn beard dwarf..." Anas, the captain of the Eternal Guard, was immediately enraged. Where did the wood elves, who usually enjoy the first-class treatment of superiors, encounter such cold-spoken treatment?

The face of the captain of the eternal guard was uncertain, but he nodded his head when he thought of the presence of Ryan and others in the human turf: "Well, let's go and see."

The whole process of communication between the wood elves and the dwarves was relayed by Ester and Ryan, and the whole process was quite laborious.

This is the portrayal of the relationship between the dwarves and the elves. These two races had a fierce war that broke out thousands of years ago. Later, when the elves retreated from the old world, they negotiated and agreed to let the past go. For this reason, the phoenix of the elves The crown stayed in the dwarf's collection room forever, and the dwarf wiped out the hatred with the elves in the book of hatred.

Despite this, the relationship between the dwarves and the elves is still very cold. The two forces have never established diplomatic relations or trade directly. The elves want to obtain the dwarves' precision products, and the dwarves must obtain the various magical creations of the elves. Through human beings as intermediaries.

Although Deron Feinsen has a bad attitude, about ten stainless steel long swords and twenty rune breastplates have been made in the blacksmith's workshop. Although the number is far from meeting the needs of the wood elves, the wood The elves can't take care of these for the time being. They left a bag of gold coins and hurriedly took them and wanted to leave: "Then Lord Ryan, we will leave first."

"Are you in such a hurry?" Ryan could see that the wood elves never intended to allow external forces to intervene in the forest, so he could only ask the remaining Ester, the half elves did not follow the wood elves to leave.

Ester was wearing a green cloak with a deerskin jacket. Hearing what Ryan said, the half-elf smiled bitterly: "It's really anxious. In this season, we can't wake up the tree elves and the guards of the ancient trees. , The only thing we can rely on is ourselves."

"But even at this difficult time, they don't want you, a half-elf, to go back and help?" Ryan said half jokingly and half sarcastically.

"That's it, hey, otherwise I won't leave the forest to look for opportunities." Estel also sighed. The half-elves are always trying to integrate into the wood elves society, but the wood elves always regard him as a An illegitimate child who is in contact with the outside world will think of him when there is a need and need him, but he has never truly regarded him as his own.

"Then stay, we are old friends, the midwinter is here, there is no problem leaving a room in the castle for you." Ryan said upon seeing this.

"Stay? Would you like to leave a place for me among your followers?" Who knew Ester asked rhetorically.

"..." Ryan couldn't help frowning when he saw this. The half-elf was staring at the knight in his hand.

Baron Jean has five ranger knights and two kingdom knights. Among them, the ranger knights already have Lopus from Nord, Olivier from Marienburg, Hex from Le-Angouran, and Anglang, who was chatting with the dwarf craftsman next to him, had not yet divided the kingdom knights, and it was obvious that the half-elves were eyeing the remaining knights in his hands.

"I'm inviting you to spend Winter Veil with me, not inviting you to be my subordinate, Ester, you need more performance to impress me." Ryan refused naturally, and Ester could hear him. Did not say anything to death.

"I have a friend who is also a half-elf like me, an elite ranger, can I take him to the festival?" Ester thought for a while and then said.

"Of course, I welcome half-elves with all kinds of craftsmanship and powerful to settle here." Ryan's eyes lit up, this is okay.

The Knight Kingdom has the strongest knight force in the old world, but there is a serious lack of range. Among them, the ranged infantry is almost only serf archers. It is of course the best to have a skilled half-elf ranger like Ester.

The serf archers did have short bows and arrows in their hands, but the serfs lacked sufficient strength and accuracy. To sum it up, a serf only needed to pull the bow and know how to shoot arrows in the direction of the enemy. , The knights think they are already qualified archers.

Only the Principality of Bastogne has a unique type of arm, called the Longbowman. The bow of this longbowman is made of yew, which takes 2-4 years of work, and a longbowman must start from a young age. Training, life will be their training time. The Duke of Bastogne stipulated that the longbowmen enjoy much better treatment than ordinary serfs, but also stipulated that the longbowmen must go to the castle to receive training every week. Must register household registration and name.

Therefore, the training of longbowmen did not happen overnight, and Ryan had the idea of ​​a crossbow made by the dwarves.

"Mr. Deron, can you make crossbows here? The kind of crossbows used by dwarves? The kind that can be fired by pulling the trigger?" Ryan asked.

"Of course. We Feinsen family can't make anything?" The dwarf touched his white beard triumphantly: "Do you need me to make a dwarf's crossbow for you? This kind of crossbow is very simple, I It is guaranteed that as long as you are not mentally handicapped, you can use this crossbow very proficiently after training for two or three months, and it can also guarantee good lethality, that is to say, the range is slightly worse than that of a bow."

"Well, Mr. Deron first try to produce some. I will let the infantry equip them and try it later." Ryan agreed.

"Oh, yes, Lord Ryan, I don't think you can make the kind of weapon your brother asked for." The dwarf craftsman continued, and he looked very distressed: "I don't know how to make mithril weapons and vibrations. Golden weapon, but I have never heard of a weapon that can perfectly mix these two metals. Your brother probably wants me to make a magical weapon, right?"

"Uh..." Ryan thought that what Angelang said was probably a power axe, but how can the world's dwarves use hammers and bellows to produce such a thing?

It is an indisputable fact that Anglang lacks a handy weapon.

Ryan had a mythril vein on Hadrian, the president of the Luigi Chamber of Commerce, but the Zhenjin was gone, so Ryan and others negotiated for a while, and Deron expressed his willingness to make a few mythril soft armors and provide them to Ryan. With his knights, Anglang's weapons have to be slowed down a bit, and the dwarf himself only brought seven or eight apprentices to Lane's territory.

A group of people followed the dwarf craftsman to visit the entire workshop. The workshop was ordered to be reorganized by the dwarf craftsman, giving people a completely new feeling. The scale of the workshop will be so large, it seems that my manpower is a little too small."

Veronica, who took Ryan's arm, spoke, and the witch smiled and said: "Mr. Nadron can write to let more dwarf friends join us. As long as they are dwarf friends with skills, we welcome them all."

"Hahahahaha~" Deron Feinsen laughed loudly. He stretched out his sturdy arm and pointed at Veronica's nose with his stubby fingers: "Little girl, you think so beautifully, take me You lied, and you want to lie to my brothers and sisters again?"

"This is not deceit, this is solicitation. I can set aside a dedicated community for you and pay you a high salary. You can also open up more business channels. If necessary, we can also intermediary for you and your people. , Let you buy other goods, such as Winford's wine, wood spirit gems..." Ryan also said with a smile.

His territory needs dwarves, and the dwarves who walked out of the mountains also hope to do something for their people.

"Yeah... I said Lord Ryan is pretty good-sounding, but you can take a little brother, I just came to this place not long ago, and I have to observe for a while." The dwarf craftsman was indeed a little moved, and he wanted to Lietania rarely sees a knight lord who does not discriminate against dwarves and welcomes dwarves. If Ryan is really friendly to dwarves, he can still invite some tribesmen to work for him, but now he still needs to wait and see.

"Okay." Speaking of this, Ryan couldn't talk more, so he took out a roll of parchment and sent it to the dwarf's hand: "This is the new enchanting technology I promised you."

The dwarf was immediately attracted by the symbol on the parchment paper. It was a star-like symbol with white light shining on the parchment paper: "This is?! This is a brand new enchanting rune and enchanting process, my God, I have never seen it before!"

"This serves as a symbol of my friendship with Mr. Deron." Lane stuffed the parchment into the dwarf's hands, with a smile on his face.

"...Get out." After reading the parchment for a long time, Deron Feinsen said suddenly: "You all give me out?"

"what?"

"You all go out! I want to close the door and study this brand new rune and enchanting craft, you all go out, don't disturb me!"

"Good, good!" Ryan and his party retreated from the blacksmith's workshop.

The door was firmly closed. Anglang looked at the closed door, then at Ryan and the others, and muttered: "Brother, you did it like this. I didn't get my weapon, so I helped him beat him three times. Hours of iron!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The group of people couldn't help laughing, and Ryan had to pat Anglang's arm and said, "Brother, I will find a way for your weapon. I will ask my father."

"Well, then I'll go back first. In such a cold day, I want to add some thatch to my cows, or they will freeze to death." Anglang seemed to have been waiting for Ryan's words all the time, when he opened his mouth and swallowed The Primordial Gene of the World smiled, and he slapped Ryan's shoulder with the strength that could kill two cows: "Then I'll wait for your good news, haha."

After Angelang left, Veronica took Ryan's arm and exhaled in his ear: "Where shall we go next?"

"Next, let's go to the vineyard and have a look. By the way, you also choose a site for your wizarding tower."