Proof of the Sun King

"Duggan? That bastard, he refused my order on the spot!" Speaking of Duggan-Tiehan, Belle didn't even get angry: "That's right, it was him. At that time, he clearly opposed my expedition to Bafeng Mountain, Seeing that I didn't listen, I took a group of people away. I didn't expect him to come here? I have an account to settle with him!"

"Bellegar!" Queen Cormanique said angrily to her husband, "I think Dugan was right! You have nothing in this expedition, from the size of the army to the certainty of victory. You speak very plainly! You just don't listen, and you lose the war. You have exhausted the accumulation of decades! Everything has to be started all over again. I won't talk about you, you are very proud, aren't you?"

Seeing that his queen was angry, Bellegar's tone changed immediately, and he said with a little guilty conscience: "Kormanek, I didn't mean that, I mean... I want to go to Dugan and ask him for his opinion and advice. As for the suggestion, it is the mission of all our clan to restore the Eight Peaks, and Dugan will definitely be willing to help us and give us some advice.”

The King of Eight Peaks has always been a little afraid of his wife. This is not because he has done anything wrong to his wife, but because his queen has suffered with him for decades, and his family wealth is gone. Bellega is therefore in his heart. She was very guilty.

"It's not too bad." Cormanique stopped being angry, she paused, and then said: "Bellegar, you should send someone down the mountain to find Dugan in the domain of the famous human hero, Count Ryan Malcador. , For the sake of our ancestors, he should help us, at least give us some advice, and... maybe he can introduce us to the Earl of Macado. If we want to restore the Eight Peaks, maybe the dwarves are not strong enough. already."

"No! Dwarves won't turn to weak humans for help!" Bellegar began to save face again, and he said with a blushing face: "This is a dwarf's family business!"

Queen Angland immediately asked: "Bellegar, I ask you, can you deal with the Great Demon of Nurgle?"

"I... I should be able to cut off its tongue!" Bellegar said with some guilty conscience.

"Then can you kill 'Red-Eyed' Egil?" Komanek continued to ask.

"I... at least I won't be knocked down so easily!" Bellegar was still stubborn.

"Then you still think you can beat Count Ryan Malcador?"

"Of course I!...Uh...well." Bellega subconsciously wanted to say that he was definitely better than Ryan, but only after he said it did he realize that he was caught in his wife's trap: "I...I know, I sent Get Dugan over here."

No matter how bad Bellegar was, he was the king of the Angrond clan recognized by all the dwarves. His status was noble, and he still had to put his feet on the air. In any case, he could not go to see Duggan, and he must issue an order to let him Dugan came to see him.

A sworn bodyguard took Bellegar's letter, and left Karak-Breeze Castle like this, came to the Earl of Glamorgan, and delivered the letter to the dwarf engineer Duggan-Iron Man, and there was no mention in the letter" "Defeat" and "Eight Peaks Mountain", Belgar just wrote in the letter that your king has arrived at Breeze Castle, and you should come and see your king.

After the dwarf engineer Duggan got the letter, he didn't say anything else. He immediately put down his work and brought his friend Sven-Noviglin, the iron-shattering warrior, and led twenty or thirty dwarves to borrow seven or eight from human brothers. A wagon, loaded with food, goods, and a lot of "pointy-eared" goodies. Come see Bellegar at Breeze Castle.

After showing Ryan's customs clearance documents, Dugan and his party successfully passed the checkpoints of Bastogne and the Duchy of Montfort, and found their way into the mountain.

Although the relationship between Brittany and the dwarves can be described as ok, the relationship between the Duchy of Montfort, the Duchy of Palaon and the dwarves of Breeze Castle is really not a good one, especially the Duchy of Montfort, which was originally a duchy. The existence of dwarves in Breeze Castle is actually very strange to Duke Falkard of the Duchy of Montfort.

Vlkad's understanding is like this, this is the dividing line between the Grey Mountains, Britania and the Empire, Britania is on this side of the mountain, and the Empire is on the other side of the mountain, clearly and clearly.

What's the matter with a dwarf's territory in the mountain?

Flkad has tried several times to negotiate with the dwarves of Breeze Castle, asking them to submit to them, or at least become their servants, because since the founding of the first generation of knight king Arthur, the Bretons are undoubtedly this one. The master of the land, the Grey Mountains westward along the midline, has been a sacred and inseparable part of Brittany since ancient times, and the Duke of Montfort launched a strong diplomatic protest against the dwarf King Lorek of Breeze Castle.

The dwarves told Falkard that we settled here 5,000 years ago. The Breeze Castle has been a sacred and inseparable part of the dwarf kingdom since ancient times. We have the inscriptions that the dwarf expeditions set up here 7,000 years ago. Are you interested? see?

Or if you really don't agree, solve it by force, and speak with your fists if you have the ability!

The Bretons looked at the precipitous mountain roads and dozens of cannons on the dwarf fortresses, and then looked at their trebuchets, and decided to continue their strong protest.

Therefore, the relationship between the Duchy of Montfort and the dwarves of Breeze Castle has not been good. As for the Duchy of Palaon, the same is true. When Kath Vann was at war with the Empire, these Breeze Castle dwarves also chose to help the Empire.

Things got complicated like this. The two sides were obviously in a hostile relationship, but neither dared to use the sword.

Sitting on the carriage, the dwarf engineer Dugan-Tiehan stroked his long beard: "I can bet that Bellegar must have failed, and then came to Breeze Castle for help and avoid the limelight, I can guess that he came to me, First ask me to lead the clan to gather with him, and then ask me again to help him recover the Eight Peaks."

It was summer, and the sun was shining. Sven-Noveglin put his winged helmet aside. He was wearing an enchanted mithril plate and had sweat on his forehead. Since he came to Ryan's domain, he and his people Finally got a home, a team of Novi Green Iron Broken Warriors and a team of Novi Green Thunder Gunners joined Ryan's team, he was obviously not interested in restoring the Eight Peaks Mountain: "So, Dugan, do you want to promise him? "

"Who?" Duggan was wearing chainmail, a blue turban on his head, long-barreled firearms, shotgun firearms, hammers, toolboxes, saws, and many other things on his back. He was sorting out his ammunition box. .

"Belgar-Hammer!" Sven-Noviglin is a patriarch. He doesn't understand technology. It's interesting to think about it. The three dwarf leaders hired by Ryan happen to be the patriarch, the rune craftsman and the engineer. .

"Oh! Of course not!" Dugan shook his head: "No, I finally have a new home. My idea is that if Belgar can find enough troops and gather enough people, then maybe I will consider it now. The situation is that he came with his own guards and a team of rangers, can this recover the Eight Peaks? Granny doesn't believe it."

"Well..." Patriarch Swain also nodded: "The Count has been very good to us, and has built our own community for us. The clansmen will no longer have to starve, and they can be guaranteed to have enough food and clothing. There are five hundred people here. You How many people are there?"

"There are more than 300 people here, and I think very few are willing to go on an expedition to the Eight Peaks with Bellegar."

Along the mountain road, the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down. Dugan and Swain were very patient. They chatted all the way, and just walked and stopped on the mountain road for nearly a day before arriving at Breeze Castle.

At this time, Belgar was patrolling his tribe's camp.

Currently following Bellegar are the hundreds of Ironbreaker and Hammer warriors, the Angrond clan sworn to guard, a ranger force of a hundred people, a miner team of more than a hundred people, and a small number of non-combatants. Female dwarves and underage dwarves.

The King of Eight Peaks came to the arranged building with his chief engineer Hal Haver and Oath Guard Captain Torek.

The dwarves of the Angrond clan were dressed in tattered clothes, with scruffy beards and disheveled faces. They sat together in groups of three and five, burning water and eating bread. Many dwarves were wounded, and they were simply After bandaging, many of the wounds were still oozing blood and pus.

Rorek sent food and water, but medicines were in short supply for the dwarves, and apparently could not meet the needs of the Angrand clan.

The atmosphere in the hall was very dull. Most of the dwarves were eating silently, not saying a word. Some dwarves were discussing something in a low voice. When Belgar appeared, they stopped talking and lowered their heads.

Bellegar was heartbroken when he saw this scene, he opened his mouth, and a thousand words could only be condensed into a few words of comfort.

"Well done boys, no shame for the dwarves."

"I saw your courage along the way."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Are you all right? My compatriots, are you all right?"

Most of the dwarves around responded aloud: "It's okay, my king, this is what we should do."

Even so, their desperation still fell in Bellegar's eyes, the King of Eight Peaks pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and said nothing.

Queen Cormanique comforted the dwarves for a while, then came back and said to Belgar: "Bellegar, we need more food, only bread is not nutritious, we need fresh vegetables and meat, ale, and also Medicines are needed, otherwise there will be many injured soldiers who will be severely damaged even if they recover, and the children will not grow up.”

Bellega's face turned blue after hearing this, he took his wife to the corner: "But how can I speak? Rorek helped us, he has already provided us with a place to live and food, how can I be embarrassed to speak again? Begging for more ale, vegetables and meat? Rorek and his kingdom have done their best to us, we can no longer be so shameless, the dwarves of Breeze Castle also need to eat!"

"Then you can't let our people suffer because of your face!" Komanek said angrily.

"Give me a little more time, Komanek, I'll think about what to do." Bellegar felt a splitting headache: "I still have some money on hand, can we go to the neighborhood to find human trade?"

At this moment, a loud voice came in from the door of the hall, with unstoppable smugness in the voice: "My king, I heard that you need help?"

The sound of horses' hooves and the sound of the wheels of the truck appeared at the entrance of the hall, the door was wide open, and the flickering firelight indicated that guests were coming.

Dugan sat on the carriage with a smile on his face. Six or seven carriages filed in from the entrance of the hall. The carriages were filled with food and various Baelor urgently needed supplies. The dwarves standing on the carriages smiled and greeted him. His compatriots greeted him, and generously distributed these supplies to the Angronde clan.

Whoa! The scene immediately became lively, and the dwarves of the Angronde clan swarmed up to receive supplies from the convoy. These soldiers who had fought for the rest of their lives finally felt a touch of warmth.

"It's Dugan! It's him! It's our people!"

"He brought us something!"

"The barrel is malt liquor!"

"It's fresh vegetables! It's bacon! Lots! Lots of stuff!"

"It's barley bread!"

"The bag is full of wheat flour and barley flour!"

The dwarves of the Angrond clan were beaming with joy. They saw their compatriots. The compatriots sent food and many necessary supplies. As time passed, the old clansmen were dressed in gorgeous clothes. They laughed and put all kinds of materials. Kindly delivered into the hands of their compatriots, many dwarves could not help crying.

Dugan jumped from the carriage, walked to Bellegar, and bent over: "My king, the engineer Dugan-Tiehan expresses my respect to you and brings assistance within my power!"

"Oh! Dugan! Thank you so much, you've solved our urgent need!" Bellegar let out a long sigh. He walked to Dugan-Tiehan's face with tears in his eyes, and patted Dugan's shoulder hard: " It looks like you're having a good time here?"

"It's been a good time, my king, we have a new home here, and everyone is living a good life." Dugan looked at the miserable state of his people and looked gratefully~www.wuxiaspot.com~ sighed deeply , he knew that the third Bafengshan expedition had failed again: "My king, is there anything I can help you with?"

Bellegar blushed after hearing this, he hesitated and opened his mouth, pulling Dugan aside: "Dugan, I really need you to do me a favor."

"Speak, my king."

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At the same time, Lane's Earl's Castle, in the courtyard of the outer castle.

"Wow, Lara~" The little gryphon Impris was rolling in the grass in the courtyard. The weather was fine today, and Impris was in high spirits. It was pure blood with Ryan's mount like a big dog. The elf war horse Grape and the unicorn Hilfarn are playing together.

In the courtyard, the lake **** witch Morgiana, the sorceress Teresa, and Ryan were all sitting in the pavilion drinking juice, watching the little griffins flying around, Ryan smiled: "Yin Pu Reese seems to be growing well."

The sorceress Teresa bowed her head, Morgiana just checked her Gothic homework, apparently the lake **** witch was not satisfied, the sorceress was taught a lesson by Morgiana in front of Ryan, a little frustrated, the lake **** As the religious leader of this country, witches are naturally not very polite.

After a long rest, Morgiana's actions were no longer a problem, and her spellcasting ability recovered slightly. After checking Teresa's Gothic language, the witch of the lake **** looked at the flying little griffin with a cold expression. Light spit: "Your new mount?"

"I can't go to the battlefield for the time being." Ryan shook his head, holding up the iced juice on the table: "It may take a few years to grow."

"A few years... Ryan, have you considered giving this little griffin magic power?"

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