Chapter 292 It would be great if all dwarves were like you.
"Your Excellency, Great Elder, are you okay?" Lann's eyes stopped on the shallow wound on the old dwarf's chest.
"No, Duke Lannister, I'm not good." The elder said in a calm voice.
"I'm freezing to death!"
The short old man started stamping his feet with his upper body naked, and began to curse loudly: "Damn it, are you all stupid donkeys? Where is my cloak? Where are my clothes?
" The members of the guard who were looking at the Great Elder with reverence immediately became panicked. They hurriedly caught up with the Great Elder's cloak in the cold wind, and quickly moved their short legs to put it back on the Great Elder's shoulders, covering the There was already some blood that had coagulated into pieces.
The anger just now was not vented on the Scoia'tael, but now it was unleashed on these dwarf guards. The great elder kicked the dwarf warrior who was wearing a cloak on his ass hard, then kept stamping his feet to keep warm, and kept spitting out dirty words in ancient languages.
"I know what you want to say, Lord Lannister, but wait a moment - including the changes in the war in the north that I told you. Wait until we reach Mount Carbon, and we will discuss these things in the presence of our ancestors and goddesses. That way The results will be more reassuring to you." "
If it's inconvenient, we can wait for Mahakam to handle his own affairs first." Lan pointed at the Scoia'tael and said in a considerate manner.
"No, no need, they are not a trouble to me." The great elder shook his head, "Let's continue our journey." The
dwarves rested on the spot for a while, and soon there was a group in the direction of Carbon Mountain. The dwarf hurried over on his short legs to check on the great elder.
The leader was Colonel Barak. The great elder jumped to his feet and reprimanded the respected general again, and this brave warrior was as silent as a junior, blaming himself for the Scoia'tael Party taking advantage of Carbon Mountain's defensive loopholes. Loophole.
When Balak wanted to send more people to join the Great Elder's guard and protect the Great Elder's safety, Brovar's roar reached a peak: "Do you think
Mahakam has other enemies? Have you become useless to this extent? Do you think I will be as useless as you and will be killed in Mahakam?"
Balak, who was finally scolded bloody, was confirming the identity of the great elder. After being safe, the Scoia'tael, who were tied up with five flowers, returned to Carbon Mountain first.
The great elder looked at the direction they left from a distance. The people of Cintra thought that he would continue to curse and lose his temper, but this dwarf, whose beard had even turned white, just stood there quietly, his eyebrows like a dense forest half covering his elderly eyes.
There was no anger in it, just deep sadness.
"Let's go." After the dwarf engineers reinforced the long bridge again, the great elder turned around and called Lan, "Go to Mount Carbon." ...
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Mount Carbon, Mount Carbon is where the dwarves use themselves to be able to almost interact with nature. Competing architectural skills hollowed out an entire mountain to build a city.
However, compared to Carbon Mountain, the capital of Mahakam, the political color of Carbon Mountain, a city in the mountain, is much lighter. Directly above the city gate is a huge statue of the goddess, which is the goddess of fertility and fertility believed by Mahakam. Her image was carved by the dwarves into an extremely plump shape. It is said that she is one of the predecessors of the goddess Meriteli. .
No matter what ethnic group or country, there seems to be a goddess with related responsibilities.
Carbon Mountain is more artificial than Carbon Mountain. Apart from the stone shell of the mountain that can be seen from the outside, almost no rock walls can be seen after entering the city gate. Lan En looked up and around while riding on the horse, looking at the finely crafted ceilings, gilded walls, and majestic basalt reliefs everywhere with almost appreciative eyes.
But now was not the time for sightseeing, Lan quickly followed Broval into a huge meeting hall. The ceiling of the meeting hall is very low, but the atmosphere of history and art that spreads inside is much better than that of the human kingdom. There are also a series of reliefs in different shapes around the conference hall. After whispering inquiries, everyone learned that these were the ancestors of the dwarves, and that Brovar Hogg would join them after his death.
When Lan and others were sitting down, Broval was looking at the reliefs with his back to them, seeming to be communicating with his ancestors with his eyes.
After he had absorbed everyone's attention, the Great Elder said leisurely:
"You know, Duke Lannister. In the legend of our dwarves, the earliest inhabitants of the continent were dwarves. Then we dwarves arrived, because of similar culture and In terms of living habits, we dwarves and gnomes have always gotten along well. This is also the only peaceful meeting between the two races in recorded history. Until the arrival of the elves..." "The colonial expansion of the elves lasted for ten centuries, and we and the dwarfs joined forces to resist it
. Those guys with long ears, they had conflicts with all the ancient races except us, but they have always maintained restraint. Even in the end, the long ears apparently became the rulers of the continent, but in fact we have never A total war broke out, and all ancient races were able to maintain basic harmonious coexistence."
When he said this, the great elder turned his head and looked at Lann meaningfully: "Later, humans appeared...and now There are not many ancient races that can still hear sounds."
Such words coming from a dwarf's mouth are not friendly to humans, but the Great Elder didn't seem to think about Lan's response to his story. , looking at Lann's hesitant expression, he laughed and stopped him:
"I know what you are thinking. The historical education you have received is definitely not written in this way. Each race's explanation of history is different. They are completely different, and you humans are even more chaotic." The great elder shook his head, "I can guarantee that the history of each of your countries is different." Lann smacked his lips, a little embarrassed: "In this case,
usually Niubao's history books are more authoritative. Scholars who study history tend to agree with the records there." "
Those are also human records." The great elder said harshly, "You collect rumors from other villages and revise them, but we are sure I have actually experienced that period of history."
There was no way to refute this. Lann could only shrug: "I guess we are not gathering here to tell historical stories. I remember that you hoped that all this would end soon."
The great elder sat down gloomily, banged the table hard, and a guard on the side handed over a large glass of Mahakam ale.
The great elder drank it down in one gulp, letting the foam with the intoxicating aroma stick to his beard. He wiped his mouth roughly: "I'm telling you this because you are a son of ancient blood, Lannister." "That's an elf
. From this perspective, you are also one of the ancient races and can barely be considered one of our own."
Lann frowned: "I am very happy with this recognition, Your Excellency the Great Elder. But now I am a Lannister of the human kingdom. Sitting here as a duke."
"Your father is Calanthe's younger brother, so the current 'Cintra Cub', your princess, also has elven blood." The great elder said to Lan Turning a deaf ear, "Hey, this is interesting."
"You can't avoid the fate carried in your blood, Duke Lannister." The elder shook his head.
"Could this bit of elven blood flowing in my veins strengthen your favor?" "
Of course not. Even if they were 100% pure long-eared ones, we would have kept them out of the door of Mahakam at that time. Not to mention that they were is you."
"So..." Lan En's eyes began to gather smiles, "Do you want to find a place for yourself? Is it easier to support friends with the blood of ancient races than to support purebred humans?" "That's why I don't like you
. , Duke Lannister." The elder shook his head, "Where are all the diplomatic euphemisms of your human nobles?"
The elder slammed the table hard and got his second glass of ale.
"We Mahakam remain neutral, but this does not mean that we will not fight back when beaten - on the contrary, we need to express our attitude." The great elder drank the ale again, "Especially Nilfgaard This time, you really pissed me off!"
With a "pop" sound, Broval smashed the wine glass directly on the table, and the smile on Lan's face became bigger and bigger.
This is not just a simple act of impulsiveness by the Great Elder to avenge himself for being attacked - there is a deeper consideration in it.
The original plan of the dwarves was to stay in a corner, retreat into the mountains and let the outside world beat them to death. They were confident that no matter who was in power in the end, they would not be able to attack the difficult terrain of Mahakam, and humans always needed a huge supply of weapons.
Mahakam now and even before today was taking orders from Nilfgaard.
But now that Nilfgaard has reached into Mahakam through the Scoia'tael, it's a big problem. Even if the plan fails in the end, Brovar still needs to express his attitude towards the matter - he can never settle the matter. .
"The people who are going to support you are all young men with little experience, and I believe you don't have any generals who can command heavy infantry." The great elder said solemnly, "So I will send Barclay as the coach to help you. You can Arrange a few deputies for him and learn how to command our dwarf soldiers!" The
Mahakam heavy infantry can be used as ace troops no matter which country they are placed in. Soldiers of this quality can even be from the royal family of the four major countries. It can only support a few thousand people as a standing army. But similarly, if such a soldier is handed over to someone who doesn't know how to command, he may only be able to exert six or seven points out of ten.
And Barclay can be said to be one of Mahakam's greatest military generals, and he is definitely the best person to command this heavy infantry. Gabo, Petrit, and even Yalpan can all learn from him. Even if Barclay returns to Mahakam later, Cintra will be able to have several more senior generals who can command legions in combat under his words and deeds.
"In addition, your soldiers also need to be replenished. I will ask the Ferentz clan to recruit more people to replenish your volunteer army to 3,000 people." The great elder snorted coldly, "Their young people made it. Good thing!"
The young man from Ferenz released the prisoners in the dungeon without authorization and cooperated with the Scoia'tael. Although it was only the actions of a few young people, the great elder clearly decided to scare the monkeys.
"I don't want those young people who cooperate with the Scoia'tael. They are already hostile to humans." Lann emphasized.
"They have no chance to leave Mahakam. They have been sent to mine by me!" the great elder laughed.
Lan nodded with satisfaction.
"Barclay himself will also lead a Guards Corps to ensure that all those who can fight are veterans. The young people entrusted to you by Fuchs and Ziglin can also learn more from you - of course, after this Guards Corps, They are going back to Mahakam, they are 'volunteers'."
Lann nodded. The 3,000 men originally planned were a mixed regiment of veterans and young people. The quality was of varying quality and could only be regarded as a "dwarf infantry regiment." But now Mahakam has brought this volunteer army to join, and after eliminating those young people who have little combat experience, this is a complete "Mahakam Heavy Infantry Regiment".
As for those young people, they can form a reserve army such as a logistics force and learn from the experience of their predecessors.
After explaining all this, the great elder tilted his neck behind him, and immediately a dwarf warrior presented a box, "And the last thing, I promised you before." The box was opened, and there was a piece of red velvet wrapped inside
. Wearing a lead ring.
Behind the great elder, the eyes of the dwarf ancestors seemed to be focused on this ring.
"This also adds a sense of ceremony. People who wear this lead ring can apply to enter Mahakam on their own in the future, and it will be more convenient when negotiating weapons orders in the future." Lan was disrespectful, even if he was talking to
Mahakam Long-term cooperation has been officially established.
After that, they signed a series of agreements to discuss future cooperation during the war, and Lann made a guarantee to treat the dwarves equally, etc.
"Great Elder, you said before that one of the reasons for the rush to end the process is that the war in the north has changed." After everything was said, Lan's attention returned to this matter, "Can you elaborate on it? "
The great elder nodded: "Although you are going back soon, you should be mentally prepared."
"As far as I know..."
...
Mahakam, all the supplies agreed in the agreement to support Cintra have been Already packed.
Lan stood in front of various steel objects that looked like hills. He tapped his left hand upwards, and then these materials disappeared as if they were erased by a huge eraser in space.
All of them were received by Lann in the [Inventory].
The dwarf quartermasters who were watching couldn't help but look in wonder.
Just at this moment, there was the rumble of horse hooves in the distance, and Cohen arrived belatedly with his team.
"Am I late?" The demon hunter of the Griffin School couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at the people who were getting ready to return home.
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It was as if there was an entire choir singing in unison in his ears. Lan shook his head slightly and turned his attention back to the real world, smiling at Cohen. : "I'm just waiting for you. How is your operation over there?"
"I brought back your escort team without any landing. The operation went smoothly and there were no setbacks. Give the blueprint to the leader of the Chiss clan. After that, they decided to send three hundred dwarves to assist us."
Cohen analyzed seriously: "If our four teams can achieve this kind of results, we can have a thousand heavy infantry together. With them as The center is paired with some human warriors, which is a force that cannot be underestimated... Why are you all looking at me like this?"
The demon hunter of the Griffin School scratched his head: "Is the situation there not going well for you?"
Kolgrim He pulled Cohen away, who had been offline for a long time, and replenished him with the knowledge he had missed during this period. Lan briefly explained to Barclay for a while that the dwarf colonel would assemble a large force and then set off to Cintra for support.
Because if the information provided by the Great Elder is true, he must take his own cavalry unit to take the first step and deal with the emergency situation first.
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Mahakam, halfway up the mountain.
Yalpan sat at the door of the tavern, with Sharma's head under his buttocks. This monster head covered with rock shell was actually used as a stool by him.
After the battle that Lann participated in, the owner of the bar was very discerning and turned the battle into a toast song. The monster's corpse was put to good use, decomposed and disposed of and turned into decorations for the tavern. Nearby The dwarves in the mine now like to gather here to spend time.
The rumble of horse hoofbeats made Yarpan stand up immediately after hearing it.
He finally waited for the person he was waiting for. Although Mahakam's ale was delicious, he missed the days of carrying an ax wantonly in Sintra even more.
"Lan, you are finally back, and Gabo! And..." Yarpan jumped up excitedly, but his expression quickly changed as if he had seen something dirty, "Petrit Fuchs ? Why did you come here too?"
Gabo smiled bitterly.
Lane shook his head. Looking at Gabo, for a moment, the days spent in Mahakam and the various dwarves I met came to my mind.
The lion of Cintra sighed: "Yarpan... I really hope that all dwarves in the world are as simple and generous as you; but when I think about it carefully, that seems too cruel." Yarpan tilted his head in confusion
. I tilted my head and didn’t understand.
"Forget it." Lann chuckled, "Have you rested? You will go with us to deal with the Nilfgaardians later."
Yarpan laughed: "Isn't that why I came here in the first place? !"
(End of chapter)