Proof of the Sun King

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"Little brother, what's the matter with you? You don't care about your own weapons?" Clark-Grim said in an unpleasant tone: "A warrior who doesn't respect his weapons will eventually pay the price."

"Didn't I come here when I heard the news?" Ryan quickly lost his smile. These dwarf rune masters are notoriously stubborn and stubborn, because the power of runes has penetrated into their souls, and the dwarf rune artisans will not accept any Threats, they will only do what they like.

"Well, I added three runes to this pair of battle axes, namely 'Return', 'Tear', 'Bloodthirsty', as for your warhammer... Just according to your request, name it Thor's Hammer. "Clark is habitually complaining. This is the problem of long-bearded dwarves. Old dwarves like to complain and chatter.

The whole silver warhammer was handed over to Ryan. The length of this warhammer was about one meter eight. It was painted with various golden patterns and many marks of the dwarves. The hammer head of the warhammer was blunt on one side and sharp on the other. There are lightning wings on both ends of the hammer head, and three rune stones are inlaid on the hammer handle.

When Ryan started, he could feel the huge weight of this warhammer and the explosive energy surging in the hammer body. He clenched the hammer body tightly and injected the spiritual energy into the hammer handle of the warhammer, and the golden patterns all lit up until it was filled with The whole hammer.

"Your needs are obviously different from your brother. Your brother's weapons focus on lethality, and you obviously want your weapons to focus on armor-piercing ability and defense, so I give you runes and meat cutters with Ripper's is completely different." Clark motioned Ryan to put down the warhammer: "I added three runes to your warhammer."

"The first is 'Granni's Endurance'. The warhammer is different from the battle axe. The important thing is durability. The endurance rune can ensure that your warhammer can go through a long battle without much need for maintenance. A typical example is the Emperor of the Empire. The symbol of the Gael-Malaz Warhammer, that warhammer also has this rune, and the user never has to worry about maintenance."

"Very good." Ryan nodded in satisfaction.

"The second is 'Grimnir's Brave'. Obviously, you have a special power. Dwarves are not a race that is good at magic, but for thousands of years, we have bound the power of the magical wind and engraved it on On the weapon, it is also for you, as long as you input your energy into this warhammer, you can also achieve the effect of energy absorption and energy cutting."

"Finally, this rune is 'Forbidden Magic', in battle, we will inevitably encounter enemies with powerful magical abilities, so I have attached the Forbidden Rune to the hammer head of the warhammer, which can help those Enemies who use magic defense will do wonders, adding a huge amount of damage."

Ryan was more than shocked by it. The only race that can combine rune enchantment and forbidden magic together is the dwarf, a race that has been specializing in forging for tens of thousands of years.

"The weapons that your brothers asked for our dwarves' help to make have been completed, and the dwarves don't owe you anything anymore, but I have to say that this cooperation is quite pleasant. If you have similar blueprints and pledge gold next time, I am willing to Run again." Looking at his work, Clark finally smiled, the president of the Rune Artisan Association had not smiled for a long time.

After more than 500 years, Clark finally mastered two new ways of making weapons, and also recovered a lost rune. Clark has no reason to be unhappy. There are a lot of benefits here. Of course, the proud dwarf will not directly thank you, and there is always no problem in saying that you are happy to cooperate.

"Master Clark, please don't leave in a hurry, please be sure to attend my wedding, I will treat you as VIPs, and invite you to taste the food and wine of our humans." Putting away the warhammer, Ryan bowed politely and said towards this The group of dwarves issued a grand invitation.

Ryan has a very high status in this country, and his reputation has spread far and wide. His invitation seemed to give the dwarves enough face, and the long-bearded people discussed it when they saw it.

"This human is still somewhat sincere."

"The bearded man likes this polite human being."

"Being able to kill 'Red-Eye' Aegir, he is somewhat capable, and he is still a hammer star."

"My beard tells me this little guy has something."

Rune craftsman Clark-Harsh originally planned to stay here for a while, because during the inspection, he found that Deron Feinson, a young rune craftsman, had a good foundation, and was planning to spend some time teaching Deron to master deeper skills. Rune engraving technology, since Ryan took the initiative to invite, Clark happened to be down the steps, and the rune craftsman covered in white beard said: "Since Your Excellency the Earl has kindly invited, the dwarf will give you a face!"

This long-bearded dwarf lived here. Since Ryan has successively accepted two dwarven clans, the dwarves have established a fairly large settlement here. place.

The days that followed were quite leisurely for Ryan. There was no war in the entire kingdom. The nobles were busy recuperating and licking their wounds, and they had no time to initiate court conspiracies. This war exhausted Brittany.

The production and development of the northern part of the kingdom have been seriously affected. After taking office, the new Duke of Leonasse, Alderel, soon discovered that there was only half of the duchy left under his control. The royal court and the nobles in the south asked for help, but the nobles in the south did not refuse and sent a lot of food supplies.

Two weeks later, fall is here.

The weather is getting cooler, and Ryan's wedding is getting closer and closer. The fairy girl in the lake's birthday is scheduled for the late autumn. During this time, Ryan lives in a simple way. He lives peacefully according to his own pace of life and arranges his housekeeper, Carson. Berg and tax officer Gasparton prepare to get married.

Occasionally, he would also go to the Dawning Wizard Tower to see what Tigris was teaching Veronica and Teresa, but most of Ryan couldn't understand it. The magic taught by Tigris was too profound, Ryan After listening to it a few times, I decided to give up.

The warm wind of early autumn blew through the Earl of Glamorgan, and before you knew it, it was another year of harvest. This year, the Earl of Glamorgan has grown to 28 villages, with a population of nearly 80,000, with more than 1,000 standing troops and more than 100 people. Knights, a team of Dwarven Musketeers and a team of Novigrin Ironbreakers.

The territory was filled with a festive atmosphere. The serfs knew that their beloved Earl was about to get married. The lowly serfs were destined to be unable to attend the Earl's wedding ceremony, but they could still bless the Earl's marriage in their hearts.

What no one knew was that another distinguished guest who was planning to attend Ryan's wedding had arrived.

Several carriages loaded with dwarf goods drove into the Earl of Glamorgan. The engineer Dugan-Tiehan and the king of the Eight Peaks, Belgar, sat at the front of the carriage, watching the golden wheat waves along the way and enjoying the refreshing wind. , drinking refreshing malt wine, quite comfortable, behind the carriage were dozens of Iron Broken Warriors and Hammer Warriors, they were Angland's sworn guards and the most loyal subordinates of Belgar.

"Cheers~" Dugan took out the mug, filled Bellegar with ale, and filled it for himself, and then drank it in a full gulp: "Happy hour, a cup to our ancestor Granny! A cup to our Angron The first king of the De Clan, Ruen-Hammer!"

"Come on! Dugan! Malt wine!" Dugan-Tiehan's support greatly eased Bellega's predicament, and he relaxed a lot. After the rest of the tribe were settled, the King of Eight Peaks just took this opportunity Going out for a walk, Bellegar took the initiative to explain to Lorek that he wanted to contact humans. Relying on the leadership of Dugan-Tiehan, Bellegar followed him to Lane's territory.

"Tontonton~" After another glass of ale, Bellega burped, thinking that he hadn't had such a good time drinking ale for a long time.

So cool!

"The Count is a very capable person. From the time he took in our dwarves, I knew his brilliance and talent, especially his ability to fight. Needless to say, the heavy cavalry team led by the Count himself is even more powerful in combat." Du Gen-Tiehan went on to introduce: "Whenever we fight side by side with the earl's army on the battlefield, we no longer have to worry about the enemy circumnavigating our flanks and behind, we just need to use muskets to shoot as much as we want."

"Heavy cavalry..." Bellegar's eyes lit up, he touched his white beard: "I heard that the knights of Britannia are known as the first heavy cavalry in the old world, and they are stronger than the knights of the empire, I don't know. Is there a chance to see you this time?"

"There is definitely a chance." Dugan took out the baked whole-wheat bread with vegetables and ham in it, and ate it deliciously: "But I have something bad to say first, Belgar, you are our king, With a noble status, the earl will definitely meet you, but I hope you don't..."

"I know I know." Bellegar sighed in a low voice: "Duggan, I still have to thank you this time, if it weren't for the things you sent a few cartloads of things, we still don't know how we'd get through this winter, I really don't know. I'm ashamed to speak to Rorek again."

"Bellegar... I told you when you first set out on the expedition. After decades of accumulation, an army of 8,000 people is not enough to recover Bafeng Mountain." Dugan also sighed: "The army is too small, Not to mention the Skarsnick of the Xieyue Clan, and even the black orc army under Skarsnick has more than a thousand troops, and even if we really recover the Eight Peaks from the Xieyue Clan, we will defend it. Don't stop, there is Quirk and his army of ratmen under the ley lines."

"Kormanek is also of the same opinion. Now we have to find a way to capture a fortress, restore production, and then gather the lost clansmen." Bellegar looked at the prosperous plain and was a little lost: "We don't have many opportunities, and if we continue like this, The Angland clan will be crushed by hatred."

After Dugan listened to Bellegar's words, he knew that the King of Eight Peaks would never give up the cause of recovering Eight Peaks. The tall windmills, mills, fertile land and workshops in the territory are amazing.

"It's pointed ears!" The stubborn dwarf bearded man saw the figure of the elf: "There are pointed ears here! And there are many!"

"That looks like a high elf?!"

"Oh! It's unlucky, how come there are so many elves here?"

"I'm sick of seeing them!"

Angrond's sworn guards complained loudly that it was the norm for dwarves to dislike elves.

The road was gradually congested. There were too many carriages, and pedestrians filled the originally wide road. The dwarf motorcade was forced to slow down and collided with a group of elves.

Dwarves don't like elves, and elves also see dwarves.

Both sides indifferently did not even greet each other, each went his own way, and the large group of motorcades moved in an orderly manner, but they were at peace with each other.

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Brittany, Bordeaux, capital of the Principality of Bordeaux, Mannann Dry Dock.

A fleet from the Empire is entering the port, the sails of the galleon are painted with blue coat of arms and white wolf heads, and a white wolf is flying with a warhammer.

"It's Boris Todbringer, Elector of Volrich and Grand Duke of Middenland." Boderick, Duke of Bouldereau, said to Sir Hoff, who was beside him: "It seems that there is still white Axel Gris, the great leader of the Wolf Knights, come to the pier for me to meet you."

There is no friendship between Bodrick and Boris, and the relationship is average. Boris does not have as much face as Tigris. Bodrick thinks it's okay.

"Yes! My Duke." Sir Hoolf was about to come forward to greet Duke Bodrick, but he quickly returned: "Duke, Ryan's adoptive parents are here too!"

"What?!" Bodrick took a closer look, and sure enough, the fully armed Elector Boris and the head of the White Wolf Knights, Axel Gris, supported a thin old aristocrat and a The gray-haired old lady led them off the boat step by step: "Mr. Norman, Mrs. Norman, slow down."

The middle of his hair was almost completely bald, and there was only a little hair on both sides of the red-nosed old man. It was obvious that he had never been on a boat. His face was pale and his steps were unsteady. "No, Your Excellency Boris, you really make me don't know what to do. You are a candidate, I'm just a country bumpkin in Nord!"

"What's the matter? Ryan and I are as close as brothers~www.wuxiamtl.com~ You are my elder! Your Excellency Norman." Boris had a smile on his face, yes, normally speaking, the status of an elector Five ranks above the hillbilly lord of the Nord countryside, but Norman has a good son, and this little old man deserves the courtesy of Boris.

In the current Nord Kingdom, who doesn't know that Norman's son is Ryan Malcador? That sanctuary powerhouse who can even cut down 'Red-Eyed' Aegir? Even Nord King Harald Frank respects Norman by three points, and it is understandable for Boris to do so in order to make a relationship.

Uric the White Wolf even issued an oracle, asking Boris to take the Normans to White Wolf City to retire.

"It's Ryan's adoptive parents!" Bodrick couldn't calm down now: "Go! Seagod Knight, welcome Ryan's parents with me!"

"Yes!"

Duke Bodrick led a large group of Sea God Knights to personally greet the adoptive parents of Elector Boris, Chief of the White Wolf Knights Axel and Ryan, and arranged for them to live in the castle. The Duke stood on the pier with a face. Complicated to himself: "Even the elector of the empire is here..."

A very unpleasant footstep sound came from behind him. This footstep sound was not like a human voice at all, but like the sound of some wood spikes directly piercing the ground.

"Why did you show up at this time." Duke Bodrick didn't turn around, he just stood there, behind him a woman wearing a red turban, wearing a tattered shirt and shorts, holding a trident appeared .

This woman is so special that there are no human legs and feet below the calves of her legs, but consists of wooden prostheses.

"My father ordered me to come to you, I need your help, father's chosen champion and the prince of the sea god, Boderick de Poldro." I want to chat with more like-minded people, follow on WeChat "Excellent reading literature", talk about life, find confidants~