A few days later, a cold morning.

Broken by the sound of horses' hooves, Vera and Bernard led dozens of escort cavalry to the mountain fort.

Back in Winterfell City, Seedorf had said that although it was difficult for him to get out, it was not a big problem to let a few of his subordinates go. However, Richard really didn't expect that it would take them so long to arrive, and it seems that Pompeii is not less difficult for them.

The lord had just gotten up from his bed, his hair furzzy like a chicken coop, and he greeted the two men sleepily.

"I thought I would see a barren land in the middle of nowhere. Berner jumped off his horse and spread his arms to give Richard a bear hug. The experience of fighting side by side in Winterfell made them feel a little bit of friendship between them.

"You have so many dwarven blacksmiths!" Bernard's eyes were red with jealousy as he watched the billowing black smoke rising from the riverside blast furnace, "No wonder there are such good weapons!"

"You'll get what you want. ”

"It's decided. Bernard didn't know what politeness was, and immediately stretched out his hand and pointed at the barbarian samurai who was exercising, "I want that kind of armor." ”

"Minor problem. Richard couldn't help but yawn.

The Titan Iron Armor equipped by the Barbarian Samurai is the painstaking work of Robbie, the chief designer of Alpine Fort, and its own structure is very ingenious. Coupled with the cooperation of the dwarven craftsmen and the centaur Busmi, the forging quality is also exceptionally high. It can be called the culmination of the blacksmith workshop of Alpine Castle.

Judging from the superior performance of previous operations after the installation, it is worthy of the status of a generation of fist products.

Anyway, so far, Richard has never seen a similar product anywhere else, and Berner, as an orthodox military background, has a really good eye.

Vera's whole body was wrapped in a thick fur, revealing only her beautiful face, and she was silently looking around.

The Lord of Alpine Fort himself can be said to be extremely annoying, rude and devoid of manners. Even if this kind of person bears the title of dragon slayer, he can only be regarded as a reckless man with no force. She glanced coldly at Richard, and the thought of the rough treatment she had received in Winterfell made her breath shorten.

If it weren't for Seedorf's request as an elder, she wouldn't want to see this guy even once.

But even Vera has to admit that this place called Alpine Fort is really a bit surprising. In winter, everything withers, and only dead grass fills the entire field of vision, which is boring. Sometimes when I look at the vast wilderness, I almost think that I am the only one left in the world.

It wasn't until we arrived at the Alpine Fort that everything suddenly became completely different. The cold wind blew here, and it seemed to be a little gentler.

The outermost perimeter is surrounded by a thin wall of logs, which seems to define more than defensive. A two-blade-wide earthen ditch was dug at the foot of the wall, presumably to be brought in by the river as a moat at the beginning of spring.

A group of heavily armed cavalry arrived, and the sentry was not frightened, and the weak goats and rabbits met them with sticks on their backs, as if they were sure that they would not be attacked.

Under their guidance, the group walked into the wall, and immediately saw a large number of dwellings and animal pens, surrounding the hills, which had converged into the prototype of a small town. Compared to the big cities of Cologne or Winter, of course, it is far from prosperous, and the buildings are generally very rudimentary.

But the arrangement was neat, the roads between the houses were in good order, and the civilians seemed cheerful and industrious, and seemed to be quite satisfied with the situation. Among them, there are not only half-orcs and dwarves, but you can also see such an extremely rare race as elves. Vera couldn't help but take a few more looks, and sure enough, she was as handsome as the legend said.

The ultimate beauty of humanity is not inferior to that of any elf, such as Vera herself. But if it were to be average, it would be a terrible crush.

She also noticed a very satisfying point - no one pooped on the road, which has to be said to be very rare.

In general, as a new territory, Alpine Fort does not lack the vitality and vitality that is unique to the grass creation period. The peculiar style of ethnic diversity also adds an extra layer of charm.

Vera looked at Richard and thought to herself that this place was really quite good, except that he hated it so much.

"How is that old man Seedorf doing?" said Richard yawning again.

I was so sleepy, I was so sleepy, I didn't sleep all night last night. It didn't take long for him to be called again, and it was inhumane.

"It's fine. Bernard shrugged, "Except that he is not very free, he is not embarrassed by anything else." Besides, Lord Seedorf asked me to bring you a gift......"

"Oh?" Richard rubbed his hands in anticipation, watching Berner rummage through his bag for a moment, and then take out an object as thick as a wall brick, which was specially wrapped in a layer of cotton cloth, and looked quite solemn.

"Actually, there is no need to prepare too expensive gifts, this time I will accept them first, and I will not take them as an example. The lord pretended to be polite, and with joy he took it and lifted the cloth, and his smile immediately collapsed.

Inside is a tome thick enough to smash people - "A Brief History of War". And judging from the poor paper and printing, nine out of ten are pirated.

"Not a valuable gift. The adults said that Pompeii's books were cheap, so they bought some to give away. ”

Richard just wanted to return the goods, but suddenly found that Vera's beautiful emerald eyes had been clubbed on him, so he immediately lifted the cover and put on a diligent and studious appearance.

"Ahem...... I've read this book a long time ago. ”

He wasn't lying, he and Dracula had seen the book by chance at Seedorf's house on Winterfell's night of the dead—and had only "read" it.

"I like it very much. The lord yawned again.

He was already very sleepy, and with the hypnotic effect of this tome, he couldn't help it.

"Why are you trapped like this?" asked Bernard casually as he followed Richard down the hall.

"Don't mention it, I changed several elves last night, and I tossed all night......" The lord said halfway through and vaguely felt that something was wrong, and turned his head to see Bernard and Vera's mouths gradually opening into a circle, and suddenly reacted: "I mean tattoos! tattoos! My skin is too hard, and it is very difficult to tattoo me." ”

Richard lifted the collar of his shirt and showed them the exposed corners of the tattoos. There is also a thin layer of blood scabs, and it looks like it has just been wrinkled.

Last night, he tried his first tattoo with the Water Devil, and it didn't go well at first.

With the blessing of the full-level "Iron Bone" skill, the lord's skin defense is almost as good as the leather armor, which has caused a lot of trouble to several elven palm pins. They are weak in their own right, and they can only do nothing in the face of this situation, and several Parry have taken turns to fight, and there is little progress.

Later, it was Hutt who had the idea to have the blacksmith re-quench and polish the steel needle, so that it could be carried out smoothly.