Lord of the North

Chapter 323 Spirits

The dwarves who used to dominate the continent have long since lost their prestige, and sporadic clansmen live in the corners of the continent.

Because the strength of the ethnic group has long since declined, the dwarves who possess advanced forging technology have become the targets of the human empire for some racial individuals.

But how could the forging technology that the dwarves regard as the lifeblood fall to other races, then wouldn't they become sinners of the dwarves.

And if they hand over the forging technology, is it possible for the dwarves who have lost their use value to continue to survive? You must know that they were once a powerful clan with terrifying strength, who can guarantee that they will not rise again in the future?

So once they hand over their forging technology, they have no value in continuing to exist.

This made them have no choice but to hide around, holding on to this amulet tightly, and exiled to the mainland.

Even so, there are fewer and fewer of their clansmen, and even in the last few hundred years, news of them has been lost on the mainland.

The Bronzebeard tribe is a race that has always lived on the ice sheet, so the impact is not serious, but even so, they have abandoned the above-ground city where their ancestors lived, moved to the underground cavity, and rebuilt a city there.

"We came to the northern ice field for its rich mineral resources, and to build outposts to resist the invasion of those barbarians." Beowulf thought that meeting these dwarves might be an opportunity for him.

The outpost fortress of the ice field is far away from the human kingdom, and it will take more than a month to reach the nearest iron tooth collar even if it is rushed.

If he can convince these dwarves and exchange their urgently needed supplies for their help, it may work, because the supplies in the northern ice field are too scarce, such as the favorite spirits of the dwarves, his tone is rare when he thinks of it much softer.

"So that's how it is."

Yatlin believed it immediately after hearing it. He nodded, and then warned Beowulf solemnly: "I hope you and your army will not come near here, and don't covet the secrets in this forbidden land. The former covenant between our two races."

His voice was deliberative, the population of the Bronzebeard tribe was small enough, and he didn't want to cause disaster to his tribe by offending a human force.

And the dwarves are not hostile to humans, because the decline of the dwarves is not the reason for them. At best, humans did not lend a helping hand when the dwarves were in distress.

"Of course, it's too dangerous here. I won't let my soldiers make fun of their own lives." Beowulf nodded, and he also sensed Atlin's kindness.

Or fear.

"Because the dwarves have already escaped from the world, we will not keep you as a guest. I hope you can keep what you have seen and heard today. On behalf of the dwarves, I am very grateful to you." Yatlin hesitated for a moment, and then some It's hard to say.

He kept observing Beowulf's expression while he was speaking. He was afraid that his attitude would offend this strong human race, but he didn't lie either. For safety's sake, the dwarves had indeed been hiding from the world for a long time.

If it weren't for the great importance of this forbidden place, it would be impossible for them to leave Bronzebeard Castle and come to the cold ground.

"Wait a minute."

Beowulf hastily said that if he left like this, he didn't know if he would be able to find these dwarves. After all, it was a coincidence that he could meet them this time.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

Yatlin looked at him slightly and asked, he was ready to bleed heavily, and at worst he would give them some of the ores he treasured and a few weapons he had made before.

Now the dwarves can only take out these things.

"I intend to make a deal with the friends of the dwarves. I wonder if you can make the decision?" Beowulf said, throwing a wine bag at his waist to Atlin.

"For example, use this to make some deals with you, and you don't have to worry about causing trouble to the dwarves. After all, this place is still far away from human society, and my lord is not hostile to other races.

There's even a dwarf in my camp, though he doesn't look much like a dwarf. "

The wine sac on his body was brought from a guard, it was used to treat wounds and keep warm, Jason made it by distillation, the quantity was a bit small, but considering the climate in the north, he Let the delivery team send a lot.

"This is wine?!"

Yatlin caught the wine sac with some doubts. After pulling out the cork, he lost his composure for a moment. He shouted excitedly and couldn't help licking his lips, but he restrained himself from drinking A mouthful of desire.

Because it's not his stuff.

"I think the dwarves living on the ice field shouldn't have so much food to brew bars?"

Beowulf asked with a smile, although it was a question, but his tone was very sure, because the Iron Fang collar before did not dare to use grain to make wine, let alone the dwarves who have been living here.

Unless they want to starve their own people to death.

"Yes, you are right."

Difficult to plug the wine bag, Yatlin turned his gaze back to Beowulf. Although the surrounding dwarves pretended to be indifferent, they couldn't help but glanced at Yatlin's hands frequently. took them.

"I have to say, you really touched me. The favorite things of the dwarves are ores and spirits, but because of the north, the production of spirits in our tribe is too low, so we can only take them out when there are celebrations. Let's celebrate," he said with a wry smile.

Although the dwarves have cultivated a food crop that can be grown near the underground Bronzebeard Fort by virtue of their profound background and abilities that cannot be viewed with common sense, the output is really pitiful.

The annual production is not enough for them to brew a barrel of wine.

So this group of dwarves can only hold a small poor cup to satisfy their hunger at the celebration.

Not even the common dwarves had the chance to taste the wine, which seemed like torture to the dwarves who were addicted to alcohol.

"Then can we use this to make a deal?" Beowulf asked with some expectation, obviously he was not sure, because no matter how much the dwarves were addicted to alcohol, this was something outside of him after all.

"It's not up to me to decide. I hope you can let me go back to Bronzebeard Castle to ask our king."

Yatlin said apologetically that his temper and meticulous thinking are really rare among the short-tempered dwarves.

"That's as it should be, so shall we wait here for your response?"

Beowulf said this sentence with some careful thoughts in it. If the dwarf elder asked him to wait here, it means that the dwarf's residence is not far from here.

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